✨The Spies!✨

✨Teaser✨

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Red. A shiny red drop rolled down from the dusky skin covered with sweat and brown grains of soil as it fell on the dry abandoned land of the dessert. The golden buring sunrays reflected on the drop and it glistened before it spread as the surface tension released.

The one whose drop was shed, twirled the sword in her hand and with a sinister grin marched towards the wounded figure on the ground. Her honey coloured eyes held no mercy.

"Maafi...Maafi..." The severely wounded man shrieked and begged for his life as her merciless eyes darted at him, the menacing grin still masking her lips though there was mask covering them. Her insides slowly burnt with anger as she heard his plea.

''Sshhk Shhk Shhk..." She hissed as her body moved closer. "Gaddari ki ek hi saza hoti hai...Saza-e-maut!'' Her lips twitched as his eyes grew wider than ever. She looked at the sharp quillon of the sword and ran her index finger through the it. Swiping away the dust that covered it, making it ready for the fresh blood it was about to bathe in. Her honey eyes reflected the sword in them, shining brightly.

She covered the distance between the traitor and herself with slow steps, every nerve in her body itching to run the sword across his body, helping him in his journey to the hell easier. Hell, the place he belonged...where all the traitors and evils belonged.

The man shook with fear as he watched the threatening smirk grew wider on her face as she walked closer. His heart beating faster and he felt every limb and ounce of his strength give up.

He closed his eyes thinking about all his decission leading him to this very moment in his life. Even being so close to his death, he couldn't think of the memories of his happiness or peace. All he thought was how he betrayed his family, his kingdom and his own morals. Isn't this the story of every evil? Doing all the evil things for some materialistic cause but on the death bed all they remember is their dirty deeds. What is the use of doing all this for some minute-lasting happiness when you can't even think of it in the last few moments of your life.

He opened his eyes to look up at her and they almost popped out of the socket. Her honey coloured eyes now burned bright crimson. Fine rays of crimson radiated through her pupils covering the iris entirely

"Kaun ho tum?"  The man could barely utter.

"Afsoos tum kabhi jaan nahi paoge." She sniggered.

"Par usse pehele tum vo mehsoos karoge jo un do satrah saal ke baccho ne mehsoos kiya, jab tumne unki jaan li..." Her voice became louder with every word and the traitor tried to get away.

He felt the air in his lungs suck out as he watched her hand darted at him and her lips chanting some spell. Then, every drop of his blood felt like boiling as her other hand was now raised.

She sighed in relief as she saw the man struggle with his life. She felt peace knowing she has punished the one who took two innocent lives. But this wasn't it.

She inched closer to body lying in extreme pain. Throwing the sword up in the air and twirling it before holding the grip of the sword vertically, she aimed the point on his body. Her eyes burnt with extreme anger as she raised the sword with both of her hands and was about to plunge it in his chest before a spear hit her weapon and her sword flew away before falling on the brown, dry and grainy soil. She looked up to see the owner of the spear with fury in her eyes.

Her crimson eyes turned back to honey coloured as they met with his dark black coloured ones. It felt as if the darkest of the new moon nights were melted and moulded into his eyes.  Slowly as anger took over, she snapped at him.