“People come, people go, but memories stay forever.” I yawned at my sister, Avni’s words, she looked at me with bright big eyes which she inherited from mother. Her black curly hair bounced at her back as she giggled before wrapping her arm in mine and sat beside me.

“Bhai, I am finally turning thirteen you better treat me well.” I chuckled then slammed the back of her head. “Ouch-what was that for?”

“Because you said I don't treat you well.”

“No, no, no, you do treat me well—” She paused then looked around, probably checking for mother as she leaned a bit towards me. “— I love eating the chocolate you bought for me. Not lying bhai.” A smile appeared on my face as I ruffled her hair.

“Hey! Don't do that, you ruined my hairstyle.” Avni starts to fix her hair when a soft knock was heard on the door, diverting our attention to the man dressed in a black suit. For some reason, my body goes alert as I can see, the pistol tucked in his gun holster.

“Bare sahab aapse milna chahte hai.” He said all grumpy. I know why Father wants to meet me. I nodded and stood up, ready to walk when Avni grabbed my palm.

(Sir is hoping to see you)

“Bhai.” Turning my face to look at her, I kept my hand on her head and said. “You trust me?” She nods once.

“Then don't worry, I will be back soon.”

✯

The same man who was sent by Papa knocked on the door while I waited, looking at my denim jacket and leather pants. I should have changed before coming here because meeting with father means–you're going to spend an hour.

“Give me a moment, sir.” The man said and walked inside the room. My eyes are pinned to the handle of the door. Father must be busy on call which is why I am standing outside or else, there's no need to wait.

The door opened, and I slowly slid my eyes to look at the man. “This way sir.” My shoes clicked on the floor as I walked inside, and my father sat in his study. He is talking to someone on the call in which I am least interested. “I will call you later.” With that, he hung up.

“Yug,” He says, looking at me.

“Father.”

“I heard you were playing with Avni?” The thing I hate the most is the twisting of words. We both know what’s the reason he has called me for, and yet, he’ll twist his words.

“Hmm.” My eyes moved to the paperweight kept on the table.

“Those three boys are admitted to the ICU.” I lift my eyes to look at my father. “Too bad—should have killed them.”

“Yug,” Father yells then stands up from his seat. “You know this time is very crucial for me, the election is knocking on the door and if you are going to act like this—it’s not going to help us.”

“They bullied her father.” My father is not usually like this, he is a great man–at least for his kids but sometimes—people act like a jerk. “You are not understanding the situation.” He banged his palm on the table and I chuckled.

“They touched Avni—” he cut me off.

“You are going to London.”

“Says who?”

“Your mother. That's her decision that you are going to London, you won't reveal your identity—stay behind a mask and…focus on the task I am going to provide you my son.” I pulled the chair and sat on it, my fingers curled around the paperweight, playing with it.

“I thought about it father, you know—staying behind a mask, acting like a good little boy turns out, that's not my cup of tea. I can still complete the task, you know that.”

Father signed. “I know, I have never doubted your capability, Yug, but this time you have to be careful. They are no less than us, and neither do I want to lose you nor the election.” I am a calm person, I swear I am.

I have never gone against my father's words and I don't plan to do that which means I have to go to London, act like a good fucking boy.