Chapter 2: Beginning

Pragati POV

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Hello, Everyone, I am Pragati Singh Rathore, adopted daughter of Vikram and Prachi Singh Rathore. They adopted me when I was 7 years. I am a special child this is what everyone says because I have a problem hearing.

As for now, I do use a machine to listen, but the doctor says that I will lose my power to hear by the time I reached my adulthood. 

Well., my parents are less bothered about it, and they love me as their own child. Truth to be told, I never felt that I am a special child because they never treat me like one.

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When I attended 11 years, my parents adopted another child who was elder than me by 3 years, Aarvik. I know little about his past life because neither mom and dad told me about nor Aarvik did. Also, we never shared the relationship of siblings like other kids do.

We used to care for each other, but we were not close until it comes to our parents. We always used to plan their birthdays, anniversary together. That's it.

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It was Papa's birthday that day, and we were planning a surprise for him. At that time, I was of 16 years.

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"Aarvik. I am afraid what if we get caught?", I said in a worried tone, "I think we should not sneak in an army camp with no one's permission.", I mumbled on which he kept his hand on my mouth to keep quiet.

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"Nothing will happen. Just keep calm", He signaled me in sign language. Oh, I forgot to mention that my every passing year, I am losing my hearing power that why my entire family has learned sign language in advance. Precaution is better than Cure, right? That's why everyone is already prepared. "Today is Papa's birthday. We have to talk with his colleague so that we can give him a surprise, Okay?" He signaled on which I nodded.

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Making no noise, we entered his best friend's tent but stopped ourselves from speaking any word when I heard.

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'Don't worry. I will share this map and documents with you and everyone will doubt Vikram for this because this is his responsibility to keep these safe and away from the enemies.', I heard that person saying this. 'Also he had adopted a son of a terrorist, we can easily frame him in all this scam.'

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What he meant by adopted a son of a terrorist? Is...Is Aarvik?

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I panicked with the thought of that and accidentally placed my hand on the table on which a few files dropped on the floor.

Shit.

Aarvik looked toward me, I think he realized that I have heard everything.

I don't know with whom I should be afraid more? The person who was planning against Papa or the boy who is standing close to me. I should not think about Aarvik in such a way, he never hurt me, right? 

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"Run.", The only thing which first came to our mind was this word. Just because we were in Army camp, we felt we are safe. I started searching for Papa to tell him the truth, but bumped with the Lieutenant General.

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"Aarvik, Pragati, where are you guys going in such a hurry?", He asked.

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"Sir, I have to talk to you about something very important. It is about Field Marshal Usman Khan.", Aarvik said and was trying to catch his breath. I saw Usman Khan coming toward us. "I can't say about that right now.", He continued.

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"Come with me. We can talk about it in peace with no disturbance."Lieutenant General said on which we agreed and walked behind him with relief that we are safe with him but we didn't know that we were moving toward Lion's den. Aarvik narrated everything from the beginning to the end.

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"Hmm. You guys had heard more than your knowledge.", He said when Aarvik finished narrating everything before he or I could have understood anything, he had already kept his gun on my temple.

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"Chauhan Sir...You...", Aarvik stuttered while I was in shock to see the gun on my temple. And I saw Usman Khan entering his camp. Shit. We are doomed.

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"Dare you say a word against this plan with anyone. I will kill this sister of yours. I will get my work done in this way or another. Since you know my plan. Now you will do this if you want her to be alive. You are already a son of a terrorist, everyone can easily believe if you will share the information with the people on the other side of the border."

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He threatened Aarvik. I just prayed that Aarvik should not listen to his rubbish. Because I know Papa will love to lose her daughter, but won't do anything against the country. And I can't live my life with the guilt that while saving my life, my father framed as a terrorist. 

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"Now, listen to me about what you have to do. You have to steal the map and confidential documents that Vikram keeps safely in his house. I don't know how you are going to find it. Just do that & Usman will guide you with all other things. And don't try to be over-smart because I will monitor her all the time. One mistake & she will be killed."

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Please Aarvik, I would love to die but don't agree to do what this idiot is saying. I signaled him with sign language. 

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At night, Everyone was enjoying Papa's birthday party except me, that bastard Chauhan Sir and Aarvik. They made me wear a bomb on my clothes and they are continuously threatening Aarvik that they will kill me if he won't do as they say.

And unfortunately, Aarvik agreed. 

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I have to do something. I have to do something. But What?

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"I want to go washroom.", I said to Chauhan Sir.

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"No, you are not going anywhere.", He said showing me the remote of the bomb.

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"Fine then, I will pee here in the middle of the party.", I said and was ready to sit on the floor.

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"Stop.", He said, getting irritated. "Fine, Just go directly to the washroom, come back in a minute, and don't play smart otherwise you will have to pay for that.", He said and walked toward the mom. He stood beside her and showed me the gun which he was carrying. I know what he is trying to do.

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#TBC