The Pursuit (Krish and Trisha) - Chapter 2
Silent Sparks
Krish
The plane touched down in Delhi, and the familiar rush of anticipation surged through me. It had been four long months since that unexpected encounter in the nightclub washroom, and I was back in the city for some paperwork. But truth be told, my main agenda was to check on Trisha.
As I steered through the bustling airport, memories of our first meeting played in my mind like a well-scripted scene. The way she barged into the men's restroom, looking for suspects, was etched in my memory. Her combat skills, and the precision with which she completed her mission, all left me curious about this enigmatic woman.
Within two weeks, her entire life story was neatly compiled on my desk. Ex-RAW agent, currently working covertly with the state police – Trisha was no ordinary woman. She was smart, capable, and perfectly suited for a role in GLEN. I couldn't fathom letting someone like her waste her talents on local police cases.
Most intriguing of all, there was an inexplicable pull, an attraction that I felt towards her. I, the director of a powerful international organization, had encountered many women, but none had left an impression as she did in just one meeting. And the fact that she managed to do it without even trying made her all the more captivating. She had to be special.
A week after I sent her the offer letter, news of her acceptance reached me through my channels within Delhi's GLEN office. She started her training, both physically and intellectually, for the Global Law Enforcement Network, all while I was back in Austria juggling responsibilities.
Despite my own demanding missions, I had kept a keen eye on her progress. Trisha excelled in every test – proof of her sharp mind and strong character. It was today, after four long months, that I would finally get a chance to see her again in action during her final physical test.
I arrived at the GLEN training facility, a secure compound hidden away from prying eyes. This was the place where new joiners from India were trained for the missions. The energy within the complex was palpable. Agents in training moved with purpose, each step bringing them closer to becoming a part of a covert force that fought against international threats.
Trisha, clad in tactical gear, was in the midst of her final test. Three highly trained agents stood before her, formidable opponents for anyone to be taken down. I stood behind the glass wall of the room. As the director, my presence went unnoticed by most, allowing me to observe the unfolding scene without interruption.
Trisha fought with grace, a lethal combination of calculated strikes and evasive manoeuvres. Her movements were efficient, showcasing the result of months of intense training. It was evident that Trisha wasn't just meeting the standards; she was surpassing them. With each forceful strike against her opponent, she was delivering powerful blows to my heart which was only echoing her name since our first encounter.