The rain poured heavily over Delhi that night, washing the streets in silver reflections. Akanksha walked quickly through the dimly lit road, her mind alert. She had sensed it again — someone was following her.
Across the street, inside a parked black SUV, Major Preyajeet Rathore watched her through night-vision binoculars.
"She's trained," he murmured. "Not an ordinary civilian."
He had studied her movements for three days. No unnecessary calls. No social media presence. No fixed routine. Too perfect. Too careful.
Akanksha suddenly stopped walking.
Preyajeet narrowed his eyes.
She turned slightly, pretending to adjust her bag — but her sharp gaze scanned the reflection in a shop window. She saw the SUV.
Their eyes didn't meet.
But both of them knew.
Game started.
Akanksha entered a crowded café and chose a seat in the corner. She opened her laptop casually. To others, she looked like a simple corporate employee working late.
But on her screen, coded messages flashed.
"Target identified?"
She typed calmly:
"Under observation. Possible threat."
Just then, the café door opened.
Preyajeet walked in.
Tall. Confident. Calm.
Their eyes met for the first time.
Time paused.
For a second, Akanksha forgot to breathe.
He wasn't what she expected. There was intensity in his eyes — but also something warm. Human.
Preyajeet sat at a nearby table, pretending to check his phone.
Silence stretched between them.
Finally, he stood and walked toward her.
"Excuse me," he said politely. "I think we met at the metro station last week."
Akanksha looked up, her expression perfectly composed.
"I don't think so," she replied softly.
Her voice was calm… but her heartbeat raced.
Preyajeet smiled slightly. "Maybe destiny wants us to meet now."
Was he flirting?
Or testing her?
She closed her laptop slowly. "I don't believe in destiny."
Their eyes locked again.
War.
Attraction.
Suspicion.
All at once.
Outside, thunder roared.
Inside the café, two enemies sat face to face — pretending to be strangers.
Preyajeet leaned closer. "You're not from Delhi, are you?"
Akanksha gave a small smile. "And you're not just a random man starting conversations."
For a moment, silence.
Then—
His phone buzzed.
A message from intelligence headquarters:
"Confirm identity. She is primary suspect."
He looked at her again.
Could she really be the enemy?
And why did his heart feel strange?
Akanksha's secure device vibrated in her bag.
"Abort mission if compromised."
She slowly stood up.
"So, Major…" she whispered softly near his ear.
Preyajeet froze.
She knew.
"…next time you follow someone, be more careful."
Before he could react, she walked away into the rain.
Preyajeet stood there, stunned.
She was not just a spy.
She was dangerous.
And now—
It was personal.