It was around 9 PM in Syria. After having a light dinner consisting of local vegetable soup and Mujaddara (A famous Syrian lentil rice dish), Rabia guided me to my room. She told me to sleep peacefully now as the conclusion of the most dangerous journey was near. I couldn’t agree more and was sleeping peacefully for a change inside the mansion of the world’s most wanted terrorist. The next morning we both woke up on time and got ready at 7 AM sharp. Rabia’s Dad had arranged the same helicopter which took us to Iraq. But this time this helicopter was supposed to directly land at the five-star hotel where we were staying. Rabia’s Dad came to the helipad to see his daughter Goodbye. Maybe this was the last time the daughter and her father were seeing each other. We boarded the helicopter and reached Dubai safely around 10:30 AM.
Rabia’s Dad had reserved the same suite for us but this time for a couple of days. We went inside our suite and Rabia said to me “We have done it, I admire your bravery and courage. You were so much under your control even after knowing about my reality and meeting my father. How do you do it? I just smiled, took her in my arms, and said let’s go out for lunch. We had an awesome lunch at some nearby restaurant and reached our room at 3 PM. She was planning a fantastic sightseeing schedule but I said to her “Listen Rabia, there is some emergency at my office and we need to go to Mumbai by evening flight. I need to go to the office tomorrow for some urgent work. After my office work is done you can come to my bungalow tomorrow evening and I will introduce you to my parents. As your Dad rightly said, it’s not safe for you to stay in India. So maybe the day after tomorrow we will again come back to Dubai and spend a few days here. After that, we can decide what to do next.” I somehow was able to arrange the flight tickets for the evening 7 PM flight which will be reaching Mumbai around 10 PM.
I told Rabia to take a nap for a couple of hours and during the meantime, I will get into the call with my office team. She said “OK” and said to me to sit next to her. But there were some network fluctuations so I sat in the hall. After the long call was done I woke up Rabia and we were all ready to go to India. We boarded the flight and the powerful Iraqi Girl few hours back was back to her innocent best. She was discussing our marriage and said “I really wish your parents agree to our marriage. If they do we will take them to Dubai with us because I really want to stay with family and experience the family values & I will also take good care of your mother and father. Please try to convince them”. I smiled at her and said, “ I will try my best”. The sleep again took control of her and she was sleeping peacefully by putting her head on my shoulder. It was 10 PM and the flight was about to land at Mumbai Airport. I was happy about the conclusion of the dangerous journey but nervous about the events that were about to unfold.
We landed at the Mumbai Airport and after completing the formalities reached the Arrival Section. After reaching the arrival, I said to Rabia “I will book an OLA for Dongri and will leave you at your hostel room, and post that I will head home. She said “It’s Fine”, I again told her “Maybe the network is jammed due to congestion. I took her near Starbucks and told her to wait there and I would go outside and Book OLA. Just a few minutes after I left there was a Mumbai Police Female Team surrounding Rabia along with a few Army Officers. Rabia was frightened after seeing this and was screaming for me. All of a sudden 4 to 5 Police vehicles arrived at the Airport and the entire area was vacant. A couple of lady officers held Rabia and the third officer handcuffed her. The world’s second most wanted terrorist was now under the arrest of City Police. Rabia was in a state of shock when all this was happening and those blue eyes were just searching for me. Police Vehicle took her to the nearby Police Station.
What was I doing when these events were unfolding with the girl whom I loved so much and was about to Marry? So read it twice…. “I WAS HELPING THE POLICE TO ARREST RABIA”. I was the part of the external intelligence agency of my Country. When our Govt. came to know about the Syrian Terrorism and the Honey Trap targeting India they wanted someone who had the knowledge and courage to break this Trap. My Sir suggested my name & the external intelligence agency selected me for the role. The entire onus of the project was on me and the intelligence agency will provide me with the required arsenal. Since I was a Digital as well as Cyber Expert I first found out how Rabia operates. After knowing her strategy I created an algorithm where Rabia would message me to become a victim of the Honey Trap. My Target was to double-trap her. But whether to go ahead and convince the intelligence agency about the same was possible only after my meeting with Rabia. The first meeting between us convinced me that this girl deprived of true love had started loving me unconditionally. After a few meetings and a series of phone calls, I was confident that Rabia was under my control. She loves me and trusts me a lot.
When Rabia told me about meeting her Dad, this was the time I realized there was something I could do for my nation. I convinced the intelligence agency & the Govt. that through Rabia I could come to know about the whereabouts of the world’s most dangerous terrorist by going to Iraq with her. Initially, everyone was against this as I was about to risk my life but I was confident that Rabia would be my shied in the entire operation. I told the officials about my plan. I had developed one GPS App using AI on my smart watch through which I would continue informing the intelligence agency about my Location. There was one chip that I had installed in my Laptop & I will hand over my Laptop to the Govt. Officials. Since the GPS of my smart watch was always On, the route of my entire journey to Syria was available to the Govt. Officials on my Laptop. As a result the very next day after Rabia’s arrest our Army invaded the Terrorist camps of Syria and demolished everything. Rabia’s Dad who was also the world’s most dangerous terrorist was killed in the operation & our Army took the entire control of the region.
A few days passed and the news of our Army’s successful operation against Terrorism was celebrated all across the country. However, it was decided that my name would be kept secret considering the sensitivity of the matter. I was rewarded handsomely by Govt. and was also appointed to be a part of the external intelligence team. My happiness knew no bounds but somewhere I felt that I should meet Rabia once. I took the special permission from Govt. to meet her which was thankfully granted. Rabia was kept in a special room which was guarded by the army officials. I was allowed to meet her but on the condition of interacting with her on the other side of the bars. As soon as I went to the chamber I called her name & instantly she stood up. She had become extremely weak and had lost her charm. But she recognized me and smiled, she said to me “Why did you do this to me, you are the one I trusted the most and what I got from you is the Love Story of betrayal”. I initially had no answer but after a few moments I held her hand across the bar to which few officers objected but I told them to leave us alone.
I said “Listen Rabia I was doing my duty. Deep inside you know that you are a criminal and you deserved this, killing so many innocents in the name of freedom is not acceptable Rabia. And you were about to do the same with me. But my Love won over your intentions and you also protected me during our expedition to Iraq and Syria. I do not love you the way you love me but there were surely some feelings I had about you. I don’t know if you may be aware or not but our army demolished the terrorist camps and the entire region is under our control. Sorry, but your Dad was also one of the causalities. Now she was bursting into tears & the same happened to me. But I had to keep my emotions under control and with a heavy heart I said goodbye to Rabia. Don’t know what would be her punishment but I told to her that “I would try my best to do something for you. Maybe a life imprisonment where you undertake NGO activities from this jail.”
She said “It’s enough Arjun. I have accepted my fate and am happy that I got to experience your Love. I wish you all the success in your future endeavors and yes for Rabia you are still the person I loved the most”. By saying this she went back and sat on the jail floor. All this was too much for me to handle. I left and went to my bungalow and for the next couple of days locked myself inside the room.
Today is the biggest night of Lakshmi Pujan and it has been almost a month since I met Rabia. I still can’t get over her blue eyes and even though I did my duty in the conclusion It was a fact that I betrayed her. As I got emotional, I kept down the diary in which I had written the entire story. It was almost 4 AM in the morning and now Shraddha banged the door. She thought I was sleeping but I was wide awake reliving the “Love Story of Betrayal”. I opened the door and went down with Shraddha. Everyone was awake and my parents along with Shraddha’s parents were all ready to make the important announcement. My Dad announced my & Shraddha’s wedding Date at 4 AM. What a time to announce the marriage date, I thought. Everyone was happy, Shraddha was jubilant but I was trying to look happy and hoping that the blue-eyed girl from Iraq would forgive me in the future.
Here is the 9th Part in case you missed it.
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