KRISH
It was over! When me and my team took over the drug lord’s den, El Sangre lay at Trisha’s feet, cold and lifeless, his eyes wide open. She stood tall, her chest heaving, a look of grim satisfaction on her face. While our meticulously laid plans had veered off course, the mission was a success.
I didn’t know if I had to thank Raghav for fighting in here and not leaving Trisha alone or to yell at him for changing the plan. But relief washed over me, as I rushed to Trisha’s side, pulling her into a fierce hug. We had done it. El Sangre’s reign of drug terror was finally at an end.
The future seemed a little brighter, a little more hopeful as we left that dark place behind us. And yet, I knew our work was never truly done. There would always be another El Sangre, another threat to face. But for now, we had won, and that was enough.
We reached the safe house, a quaint villa in South Africa that Trisha and I had all to ourselves for now. Tomorrow, we would be flying back to Austria to meet Dad and submit the report of this mission. Then, the very next week, we would finally go on the honeymoon we had been eagerly awaiting for.
It took us a few more hours to wrap everything up at the dockyard and take full control of the place.
As promised, Raghav caught the next flight back to India, not wanting to stay involved any longer than he had to.
Trisha told me how he had stayed behind to help her take down El Sangre’s men, which relieved me and made me believe that he was indeed a changed man—someone we could start to trust.
Now, it was late evening, and Trisha emerged from the bathroom, freshly showered and wrapped in a robe.
I waited with the first aid kit, ready to tend to the bruises she had sustained during the brutal fight inside the building just hours ago.
Although the medic team had already treated her wounds, they needed further attention to soothe them properly.
“I’m fine, Krish,” Trisha insisted, but I dragged her to the bed, making her sit.
“Those wounds need attention, and I’m going to help you,” I said firmly.
She rolled her eyes. “They’re just bruises, and they’re not even painful anymore.”
I didn’t relent. Giving up, she lowered the robe from one shoulder, offering me a tempting view of her smooth skin that made my breath catch in my throat. As I dabbed a cotton ball onto her bruise, she stopped me, her fingers trailing along my face.
“No medicine can cure the ache, Krish,” she murmured, her voice low and sultry. “But you... your lips, your touch...”
I clenched my jaw, trying to maintain my resolve. “Stop seducing me when you’re wounded, at least.”
She rolled her eyes again, pushing the medicine kit away before settling herself on my lap.
My arms instinctively wrapped around her as she cupped my face and kissed me, her lips soft and insistent against mine.
All thoughts of resistance melted away as I kissed her back, my fingers tangling in her damp hair.
Our kisses deepened, becoming hungry and desperate, as if we were trying to devour each other. Her robe slipped from her shoulders, baring her to me, and I trailed my lips along the delicate curve of her neck, savouring the taste of her skin.
“Krish,” she breathed, her nails raking deliciously down my back. “I need you.”
With a low growl, I flipped us over, pinning her beneath me on the bed.
Her legs wrapped around my waist, drawing me closer.
I untied her robe fully, taking in the beauty of her bare body, writhing beneath me, waiting for me to touch.
There were a few bruises on her arm, her neck and one even on her abdomen from the previous fights she had in the missions, but they were part of her.
And I loved her body, which was as perfect as the woman and the undercover agent she was.
But these scars reminded me of something I had to tell her, and so I did.
“I spoke to Dad this morning,” I said. Trisha pulled me closer as I continued, placing a hot kiss on my chest.
“And?” she asked.
“And I told him that you are going to be off the grid for two-three months.”
She paused, kissing my chest and glared at me. “What?”
I grinned, expecting her to react the same way.
“Yes, Trisha. No assignments or missions for you for the next two to three months.”
“Krish, stop making fun of me.”
“I’m serious. I actually told him that, and he agreed. But of course, he would agree to this only if you want the same.”
She visibly relaxed upon hearing that. “Thank god. I am telling him not to listen to your demands. There’s no way I’m off missions for two to three months.”
“Trisha, you have been taking up fieldwork back-to-back and it’s taking a toll on your health. Take a break, recover, and then you can come back.”
“No, I am absolutely fine. I can’t think of a break that long. These missions are my lifeline.”
“And what about your body? Your health?”
She was about to refute, but I didn’t let her speak. “I want you to take this break, for me… for us... You can support all you want on GLEN’s missions, but no fieldwork for some time. Please.”
“You are worrying unnecessarily, Krish. I’m capable of handling the fieldwork.”
“But your body needs rest.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Fine,” I sighed. “If you are not willing to give your body a break from fieldwork, then let’s take a break from this…” I tried to pull away from her, but she didn’t let me get away.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“It’s either you letting your body rest by not getting into fieldwork for two to three months, or I’ll not over exert your remaining energy and tire your body by our lovemaking.
Your body needs to heal and rest, Trisha.
So it’s up to you now. If you don’t rest that way… then this has to take a pause.”
Trisha groaned in anger and flipped me on the bed, sitting on me.
“Nice try, Krish. You know I cannot stop this between us… so I would eventually give in to your idea of taking a break from work.”
I grinned.
“But none of this is happening. I want you as much as I want the fieldwork.”
She unzipped my pants and pulled them down along with my boxers.
Before I could even realise it, Trisha gave my hard member a gentle rub before gently sliding down on it, slowly, fully, taking me inside her completely.
F*ck! It had been a while now since I was inside her like this.
I gave myself over to my desire. I forgot everything I’d wanted from her and thrust inside her wet body, claiming what was mine.
She rode me with all she’d got, our sounds of pleasure, pain, and relief echoing in the room.
When it was all too much, I flipped her back on the bed and rammed so deep inside her that she’d feel me for days.
She clutched my shoulders for dear life and watched me with her parted lips until she could no longer keep her eyes open.
Her body tensed, and Trisha shuddered under me with a release of her own.
I didn’t last long, nor did I care. Seconds after her euphoria, white lightning exploded through my veins as I climaxed before laying my forehead on her shoulder to recover.
Trisha was still recovering by the time I was ready for another round.
I wanted to run my lips over every damn inch of her.
“I’m ready,” she said with a smile.
“For round two?” I asked, my fingers dipping towards her wet core again while I was still inside her.
She pulled my face and kissed me hard.
“For a break, dammit,” she replied in between the kiss.
She was ready for a break? I pulled away and looked at her.
“Are you sure?”
“I don’t like to sit back and do nothing, Krish,” she replied.
“It reminds me of the time when I was shut out from my first job. That’s why I haven’t taken a break since I started working for GLEN.
Missions after mission… kept me sane. But you are right.
I need a break to heal and spend some time with you.
Our relationship, our marriage, needs us to be together because these moments wouldn’t come again the same way.
So, yes, since you have already spoken to your father, and he is fine with it, I am going to accept and step back for a month or two.
The only role I would like to play during this break is of your wife… your life partner.”
I bent down and kissed her hard, allowing my tongue to graze with hers.
I was glad Trisha had agreed to take this short much-needed break, and I silently promised to make the best use of it.
I would show her the world, and fulfil all her fantasies.
In that period, nothing else would matter—not the missions, not the danger we had faced, not the uncertainty that always loomed on the horizon.
Just me and Trisha and the fierce, all-consuming love I felt for her.
THE END