BULLETS & BLISS

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Dehradun.

It's the only thing in my mind, in my eyes, in my heart, right now. I wish- this was just a dream. Today I was given a new rank and the same day I've been asked to go back to my past.

I hate it.

I hate her.

"Subah ke saath baje ki flight hai," Kyra informs. "Mai paanch baje tak tujhe pick up karungi," She glances at me. Her one hand on gear and other handling steering wheel.

[We have a flight at seven a.m,]

[I'll pick you up by five,]

Kyra said that only I and she, are posted for Dehradun. I feel it's weird, because Dehradun has the best officers. They don't need anyone to be posted there. Especially not so common officers like me and Kyra.

We have to report there by eleven A.M. So, Kyra is driving me to my home and she'll go back to hers from there.

I'm proceeding to my home,after six fucking months. I can't believe I've doing all this hardwork, just to be posted to Dehradun?

"Time par ready rehna," Kyra orders me, breaking me from my thoughts and I realise that we're right in front of my house's black gate which has a name board 'COLONEL RAWAT' on it.

[Be ready, on time,]

"Haan," I say unlocking the car aperture and adjusting my bag on my shoulders. "Hamesha toh mai hi late kartiu hu," I say sarcastically and she grins. I close the door.

[Yes,]

[It's always me, who's late,]

Kyra waves at me, reverses her car and she's gone in a minute.

I turn and look at my home. It's same like the six months before. The same entrance , same peach colour walls, the same glass windows and the same feeling I get while I look at it- disheartened feeling.

I enter the gate, unlock the beige brown door and take my first step with my right foot.

I lock the door and switch on the lights.

My eyes widen at the look of my messed house. All of the clothes are strewed, utensils are dirty and all over the living room. It's dirty as hell.

Wait-

Did someone intrude? Because there's no way- this place can be like this.

My hand automatically curls around the cool metal of my gun. I pull out my gun from the holder secured around my waist.

I take swift movements, my eyes scanning everything around the living room. I check, kitchen, Mr. Anup's room, and backyard. I don't spot anything suspicious. Everything is fine except the mess in living room.

Now, only first floor two rooms and terrace is left to check. I climb first floor and switch on the lights.

I see light coming from one of the room. My body naturally becomes stiff, and my arms folds, bringing the gun close to my ears.

I can't hear anything, but I can feel there's someone inside.

I dash into the room, aiming my gun at someone wearing black hoodie.

"Haath upar!" I order, my voice rough.

[Hands up!]

His hands rise up in air. I don't see him moving. He's in my brother's room and sitting at his computer watching something.

"Turn," I order him. He turns, spinning his rolling chair and his head low.

"Kaun ho tum?" I question with flat tone.