People say that men don't cry. Why? Is there any logic behind this? I am saying this because that day, I cried a lot. And no one was there to stop me.
Hamid was a terrorist, who had links with major terrorist groups in Pakistan and they all were planning a biological attack in India and to find out and neutralize them, I and Alka were sent. We were given an identity of investors in Hamid's plan, and we had to kill Hamid. Everything was going well but unfortunately, one day Alka left her phone in Hamid's office and she was caught, henceforth. As Hamid had a complete faith in me he asked me to kill her and left the place.
With my shaking hands, I picked up the gun. At that time, there were two things going on in my mind. One, I had to save Alka and lose my life and mission or two, to save the mission and lose my love. I chose the second one but my hands were still shaking. Will i kill her? What made me cry then?