Hamare itihaas mein aise kayi log hai jinhe koi inaam, koi medal nahi milta … hum unka naam tak nahi jaante … na hi unhe pehchante hai … sirf watan ke jhande par apni yaad chhod jaate hai
(There are many people in our history who don’t get any medal or recognition … we don’t even know their name … neither can we identify them … they just leave behind their memories on our country’s flag)
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Iraq:
Night had fallen fast upon the land. No more than an hour ago the sky was painted with hues of red, orange and pink, but all colour had faded leaving only a matt black canvas with no stars to be looked upon. The darkness was thick. A man was on night duty. His thick black beard, small lips and black eyes. He was dressed up in black…the colour of death.
The torched he carried in high right hand hardly lit his path allowing him to see at most an arm’s reach in front of himself, and the black mesh that covered his face only made his sight worse.
Other than the darkness and himself all that seemed to exist was the chilly wind that’s harsh bite could be felt through his cloak. He could feel the hairs on his arm raised and the bite of the wind had left its mark in the form of small bumps that were tingling on his arms, but its bite was more than flesh deep. His blood ran cold through his veins and his bones were chilled. The flames of his torch may have looked as though they burned warm, but their heat did not reach his skin.
Suddenly….suddenly he heard footsteps. He looked behind him and saw no one. Then he looked left and right….when out of nowhere he was pinned down to the ground by someone who was only wearing black with a black scarf covering her face…only the dove-like eyes were shown. Those eyes were the softest brown infused with green, as if that person held the new spring growth inside. They were the forest floor and the gentle flowers, somewhere to rest and breathe.
Just then the person used their leg and jabbed her leg into the man’s stomach. After a few hard punches, the man fell unconscious and the person grabbed the keys which were attached to the beat of his hip. The person said softly as they kissed the keys: Abu Usman, what will you do when I got the keys of freedom?
You could tell the minute you heard her voice that it was a female talking and doing all the action. She walked towards the fort but before she could open it, something was kept to her face and she fell unconscious.
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Slowly her eyes fluttered and she saw herself in a room lit by one small lamp. Her veil was removed and you could clearly see her face. She was sitting on a chair, tied up in ropes. she saw the keys on the table.
She rolled her beautiful hazel eyes and said to herself: same drama again!
Just then a tall man, who was dangerous looking, came in front of her.
Man: Meher Khan…right?
Girl: no Abu Usman. Gauri. Gauri Kumari Sharma!
Abu Usman: I know…you are a secret agent from RAW.
Gauri: yes. And you are someone who wants to marry off young girls who are only kids to men who are older than them by 20 years maybe 30…only God knows.
Abu Usman: oh so you know my work?
Gauri: yes! I know your disgusting work! Forget heaven, even hell wouldn’t take disgusting and cheap people like you.
Abu Usman: girls are not meant to be heard, just seen. A girl’s position in society is below the number zero. A girl’s job is to marry and do housework and then give birth to childen, once that is done then count days till they’re dead. Ladki toh hoti hi hai tyag ka zehar peene ke liye (Girls are meant to drink the poison of sacrifice).
Gauri: Yeh joh tumhari society hai na … is mein aaj bhi ladkiyan ghunghat ke peeche janam leve hai aur wahin mar jaave hai. (In this society of yours … even today girls are born behind a veil and they die right there) DISGUSTING!
Abu Usman: shut up pretty girl. Now you have added to my to-do list. I will sort you out first then I will board all those burdens onto the ship.
Gauri: you have a ship? Wow.
Abu Usman rolled his dark eyes and turned his back towards Gauri to find his gun in a mountain of weapons. As he was looking for it, Gauri managed to get out of the tight grips of the rope. She stood up and found a wooden stick lying on the floor. She grabbed it and wacked Abu Usman’s back. He turned only to receive a punch in his face. He was angered seeing a girl doing all this. He punched Gauri in the stomach but to his surprise, she didn’t seem hurt. Was she a tigress or a lioness?
Gauri knew a stick wasn’t enough. She quickly looked around the room, in hope to found something useful when her eyes laid upon a sword. She threw the stick onto the floor and grabbed the sword. Abu Usman managed to get the thick wooden stick though.
The young woman was quick to pry the edged cutlass from her brother’s swollen fingers and whipped around to clash steel. She held the blade even, a perfect, undaunted horizon; always leveled with the nose, just as her father had taught her. She had stalled the man’s strike, but watched a wretched, stained grin split the pirate’s lips as her blade shivered under the brutality of his compelling strength.
Abu Usman throatily crooned: weapons do not belong in the hands of women.
Gauri: oh really?
She used her leg and kicked Abu Usman in the balls making him beg for mercy.
She grabbed the keys and kept them in the pocket of her jeans. Something she should have done earlier. Looking at Abu Usman who was now a wounded lion, she went up to him and said: whilst I was here, my team has killed your followers. If you think that you are winning the game, then yeh maat bolo that I will always be 3 steps ahead of you.
She got her gun out of her pocket and said: if I shoot at the heart then….
Abu Usman weakily: no..no…don’t kill me…I will respect women…let me live.
Gauri laughed and smirked: too late. Just to let you know one thing, aurat maryam bankar zindagi de sakti hai … toh chandi bankar zindagi le bhi sakti hai (If a woman can become Mother Mary and give birth … then she can also become a fierce Goddess and take life).
And with that line, she shot not once, but three times at his heart making Abu Usman die. She smiled and ran from the room and went to the entrane of the fort where she saw the members of her team waiting.
Gauri: get the ship ready.
The members nodded and went as she opened the gate and saw the girls trembling in fear as they were locked up in the cells. She felt her cold stone heart melt seeing the girls’ faces.
Gauri: don’t worry. I am here to save you all. Don’t be scared. Soon you will be somewhere safe. I promise.
She unlocked each cell releasing a bunch of young girls.
Gauri: there is a ship which will take off any minute and that ship will take us to India. So we have to run ok?
The girls nodded and they all ran reaching the ship. However one very small girl was not a fast runner. The ship was setting off. Gauri quickly grabbed the girl in her arms and yelled as beasts of ravin: KABIR!!! THROW THE ROPE.
Just then a rope was fired at them and gauri held on tightly to both the girl and rope. Kabir and another team member kept a tight grip onto the rope and managed to get the both girls onto the ship.
Gauri: thanks guys. Now all girls are safe.
Kabir: what are you planning to do with the girls Gauri?
Gauri: there are many parents who are in grief since their daughters were kidnapped by Abu Usman and his tribe so the girls will go back to them. However as far as I know, some girls are orphaned so they will stay in my NGO.
Kabir: ok. If you need any help, let us know.
Gauri: will do.
Gauri went down the stairs of the deck where the girls were sitting down. As soon as they saw Gauri, all stood up and saluted her then they sang the national anthem.
Girls: Jana-gana-mana-adhinayaka jaya he Bharata-bhagya-vidhata
Panjaba-Sindhu-Gujarata-Maratha Dravida-Utkala-Banga
Vindhya-Himachala-Yamuna-Ganga uchchala-jaladhi-taranga
Tava Subha name jage, tava subha asisa mage,
gahe tava jaya-gatha.
Jana-gana-mangala-dayaka jaya he Bharata-bhagya-vidhata.
Jaya he, Jaya he, Jaya he, jaya jaya jaya jaya he.
All the team members clapped as Gauri smiled, tears of happiness in her eyes.
Precap: Vaisakhi
So guys, how was it? I actually have no idea what the hell I wrote but yeah hopefully it was at least ok.
also I had posted this here but unfortunately it went to fanfiction orginal