AUTHOR'S POV
The meeting had just ended.
Ruhi walked toward the door of the conference room, her mind already calculating the mission ahead. Hyderabad. A law school. A spy hidden among students.
Her instincts were sharp, but even she didn’t expect what happened next.
A sharp sound cut through the silence.
SWOOSH.
Someone from behind threw a knife directly toward her.
Before anyone could react—
Ruhi bent slightly to the side with lightning speed. The knife grazed past her shoulder and embedded itself into the wooden door with a loud thud.
The officers inside the room stood up immediately.
Lt. General Sunil shouted,
“WHO DID THAT?!”
But Ruhi didn’t panic.
Instead, she calmly turned around.
Her sharp eyes scanned the room.
At the far corner of the conference hall, leaning casually against the wall, stood a tall man in a black jacket and a very unfamiliar mask . His expression was unreadable, but there was a faint smirk and twitch in his eyes .
Ruhi’s eyes narrowed.
“Interesting way to test someone,” she said coldly.
The man pushed himself off the wall and walked forward slowly.
His steps were confident. Too confident.
Sahay sir cleared his throat.
“Ms. Singhania… meet the anonymous member of your team.”
Ruhi folded her arms.
“So this is the mysterious hero everyone was praising?”
The man stopped in front of her.
He pulled the knife out of the door in one swift motion and spun it between his fingers like it weighed nothing.
Then he spoke calmly,
“I just wanted to see if the youngest agent of India truly deserves that title.”
Ruhi scoffed.
“And what’s your verdict?”
He looked directly into her eyes.
“Fast reflexes. Good awareness. But your guard dropped for exactly two seconds when you touched the door handle.”
Ruhi clenched her jaw.
No one had ever pointed out such a small mistake so precisely.
Sahay sir intervened before the tension escalated.
“Enough. Both of you.”
He looked at Ruhi.
“His identity will remain confidential for now. You will know when the time is right.”
The mysterious man stepped back slightly.
Before leaving the room, he said one last thing—
“See you in Hyderabad, Agent Singhania.”
Ruhi watched him walk away, irritation clear on her face.
But deep inside, something felt… strange.
His voice.
His presence.
For a brief moment, it felt oddly familiar.As if she had heard that voice somewhere before—long ago, in a memory buried so deep that time had almost erased its edges.
Ruhi frowned slightly.
Her instincts were rarely wrong. And right now, something within her mind was whispering a warning she couldn’t fully understand.
But before she could analyze it further, the conference room door opened again.The mysterious man walked out leaving his knife
Sahay sir stepped forward, his calm but authoritative voice cutting through the tension.
“Relax, Ms. Singhania. Consider that a… demonstration.”
Ruhi’s gaze didn’t move from the door through which the mysterious man had just left.
“A demonstration?” she repeated quietly.
Lt. General Sunil let out a small chuckle.
“Agents in the field won’t announce themselves before attacking.”
Ruhi slowly walked toward the door and pulled the knife out of the wood. The blade glinted under the conference room lights.
She balanced it on her palm for a second, examining its weight.
Perfectly balanced. Military grade.
Not amateur work.
A faint smirk appeared on her lips.
“So the anonymous member likes dramatic entries,” she murmured.
Maninder Sharma leaned forward slightly.
“You should be grateful he didn’t aim for your throat.”
Ruhi twirled the knife once between her fingers and placed it back on the table.
“If he wanted to kill me,” she said calmly, “he wouldn't have attacked from behind .”
Silence filled the room for a brief second.
Sahay sir looked at her with a mixture of pride and concern.
“Hyderabad will be different, Ruhi,” he said more softly now. “This spy we are chasing is extremely careful. Whoever they are… they have managed to fool the entire system for years.”
Ruhi nodded.
“I’ll find them.”
There was no arrogance in her voice.
Just certainty.
Sahay sir handed her another thin file.
“Your admission has already been arranged. You and your group will enter Navora Group of Law and Institutions as transfer students .”
Ruhi opened the file.
Inside was a class schedule and the names of her teammates and information on their schedules .
Her eyes paused on one particular name printed under Criminal Jurisprudence.
Professor Manan Singh Rajput
Sahay sir noticed the pause.
“He joined the institution two years ago. Formerly one of the best criminal lawyers in the country. Brilliant mind… but extremely strict.”
Ruhi closed the file.
“Good,” she said quietly.
“Why?” Maninder asked.
A small spark of challenge flickered in her eyes.
“Strict people are easier to read.”
But somewhere deep in her chest, that strange feeling returned again.
A voice.
A presence.
Something about today felt like the first move in a game much bigger than the mission itself.
As Ruhi walked out of the agency building, the evening sun painted Mumbai’s skyline in shades of gold and fire.
She looked at the horizon for a moment.
“Hyderabad,” she whispered.
Little did she know—
that city wasn’t just waiting with a mission.
It was waiting with truths buried in the past, enemies disguised as allies…
and a man whose path had already crossed hers long before fate decided to remind them both.
TO BE CONTINUED........
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