Clandestine

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~Sleepless Thoughts~

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I love Christmas. Especially when I had my parents with me. Mommy and Daddy both got to stay home from work JUST that one day and we had a cute tree with golden lights.

Mommy and Daddy believed in working for what you earn. They had lots of money because they were spies but they still raised me to learn and make mistakes myself.

My mom was my light and world.

And now she is in my nightmares.

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It was morning and Drishti and I took the morning easy. So far, Karan and I caught 4 suspects and 0 actual leads except for that runaway. Oh and those nightmares I get like three times a week.

They aren't too bad, spies are trained to be mentally tough as well, but parents hit different.

Too many thoughts. I need to punch it all out.

So I get my kickboxing gear and head to headquarters training wing forgetting about Karan's offer.

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Gym

Mid December sure gets cold in Boston yet here I am sweating all the emotions out .

Punch after punch, let's out an exhilarating feel.

I'm finally punching out the toxins in my brain and body and I'm so immersed that I don't even see Karan walk in the arena.

He takes a few minutes setting up and fiddling with his gloves and stops when he sees me.

"Prakash ."
"Kundrra.", I say his last name.
Karan Kundrra.

Why such a decent name when he clearly has a hint of an accent?

"I thought u weren't going to come since you didn't answer my text. Didn't know you kick-boxed."
"Yea," 

I say not knowing what to do since his bipolar ass is always hot and cold to me.

He nods and heads to the bag to start his training. He angels his arms and throws a few air punches before punching the bag.

He hits pretty well. But the second and third time he basically misses.

"No", I say walking up to him and putting my hands behind the bag.

I signal him to punch and he raises a brow, but continues to do so. He hits the bag with impeccable aim and strength.

"Wow that felt good", he said shaking his hands."
"Always better with a partner that way their hands create a strong back base for punching."
"Wow look at you knowing stuff about kickboxing", he smirks playing with his gloves but looking right at me.
"Alright let's see you try."