Chapter 165: End of Khalid
But deep inside, Khalid knew something wasn't right.
Even as he gazed out of the window, the consequences of his actions broke him.
The agency was indeed weakened, morale shattered, and even the men closest to him now feared his wrath.
His purge had instilled more chaos than control.
His once loyal officers whispered in the halls, uncertain if they were the next to be dragged into those interrogation rooms.
The foundation of ISI, the one institution that had always stood strong in Pakistan's turbulent political landscape, was cracking.
Khalid had brought the agency to its knees with his paranoia.
Still, he stood tall, convinced that R&AW's mole had been the root of all this.
He needed to cut away the cancer, he told himself.
There was no other way.
But even he couldn't ignore the calling, the doubt that crept up the back of his mind,
Had he gone too far?
----
Far away from Islamabad, in one of the surviving ISI safehouses near Karachi,
Colonel Tariq's team, who had barely escaped capture, remained hidden.
They had yet to know the full extent of what had happened in Islamabad.
With Tariq captured, they knew the days ahead would be brutal.
But they also feared their own agency more than they feared R&AW.
"Do you think Khalid has gone mad?" whispered Major Faisal, glancing nervously out of the small window.
He had been a part of the team tasked with protecting Tariq, and now he felt the noose tightening around his own neck.
"Of course he has," replied Captain Bilal, Tariq's right-hand man, who had barely managed to escape the raid on the compound.
His face was etched with exhaustion, eyes bloodshot from days without sleep.
"Khalid's going after everyone who even shook hands with Tariq. And he'll come for us next."
"What do we do? Do we run?" Faisal asked, fear creeping into his voice.
Bilal shook his head. "There's no running. Khalid's purge will reach us, but if we leave, we'll be branded as traitors. And you know what happens to traitors."
Both men fell silent, the tension hanging heavy in the air. They knew what came next, Khalid's purge would find them.
---
Back in Islamabad, Khalid was deep in thought. Rashid's words, though soft, rang in his mind.
The man had warned him, begged him to stop, but Khalid couldn't.
He had Ayub Khan's approval, and in his mind, that was all he needed.
He had destroyed everyone he suspected had been part of the conspiracy.
Major Imran, Major Ai, Colonel Khan all of them had fallen under his wrath.
Some had been executed, others had simply disappeared.
But no matter how many men he purged, no matter how many heads rolled, there was still no sign of the mole.
Rashid entered Khalid's office, hesitating at the door. "Sir, we've... we've received some troubling reports."
Khalid turned to face him, the darkness in his eyes deepening. "What reports?"
Rashid took a deep breath. "There's talk, quiet, but it's spreading. Your purge... it's breaking the agency, sir. The men... they're afraid. Many think you're next on R&AW's list."
Khalid's eyes narrowed. "They think I'm next? So now I'm the traitor in their eyes?"
Rashid quickly shook his head. "No, no, sir. That's not what I meant. It's just... morale is collapsing. And R&AW, well, they're waiting. Watching. We're tearing ourselves apart."
Khalid paced back and forth, the fury building inside him once more.
But this time, it wasn't just directed at the suspected moles.
It was directed inward. The realization was setting in, his purge, his desperation, had indeed ripped the agency apart.
And then, a cold, cruel thought crossed his mind: What if this was R&AW's plan all along?
Maybe there was no mole.
Maybe the capture of Tariq was just a distraction, a way to destabilize ISI from the inside.
They hadn't needed to infiltrate the agency at all,
Khalid had done their work for them.
He had torn his own agency apart with his paranoia, executing men who had been loyal all along.
Khalid sat down heavily in his chair, the weight of his own actions pressing down on him.
For the first time in weeks, Khalid Qureshi felt something he had not felt in a long time.
Doubt.
-----
Across Islamabad, whispers about Khalid's madness were growing louder.
Officers who once revered him now feared his unpredictable wrath.
Abdul Rashid, who had been Khalid's most loyal ally, now found himself questioning everything.
As Khalid sat alone in his office, his eyes drifting toward the handgun on his desk, the realization of his own failure washed over him.
The men he had trusted the most had either been killed, tortured, or exiled.
The agency he had dedicated his life to was now fractured, weakened, and on the verge of collapse.
In the far distance, the life in Islamabad continued as usual, but inside the halls of ISI, a deep silence had settled.
The purge had decimated the agency's structure.
More than fifty officers had been interrogated, dozens executed, and even more had been placed under surveillance.
As Khalid stared out of the window, lost in his thoughts, Rashid entered the room again, his face grim.
"There's a phone call for you, sir," Rashid said, his tone cautious.
Khalid raised an eyebrow, silently urging him to continue.
"It's General Ayub Khan."
Khalid swallowed hard.
He knew what was coming.
Picking up the phone, Khalid listened as Ayub's cold, steely voice cut through the silence.
"Khalid, it's time. We can't continue like this. The agency is bleeding. You are the reason for this chaos."
Khalid's grip on the phone tightened, his heart pounding in his chest.
Ayub's voice was calm but final. "You've done your part, but it's time for a change. You're being relieved of your command. We'll clean up what's left, and someone else will take over."
Khalid's breath hitched, but he didn't argue. He couldn't.
The line went dead.
Khalid put the phone down slowly, his fingers trembling as they hovered over the receiver.
It was over.
His reign at ISI had come to an end, not at the hands of R&AW, but at his own.
The paranoia, the violence, the purge, it had all consumed him, leaving nothing but a hollow shell of the man he once was.
He sat there, staring at the empty desk before him, his actions crashing down like a tidal wave.
The mighty Khalid Qureshi, the man who had once commanded fear and respect, had fallen, destroyed not by enemies from the outside, but by the darkness he had let fester within.
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93.29%A New India / Chapter 166: Striking While the Iron is Hot
Chapter 166: Striking While the Iron is Hot
News of Khalid Qureshi's downfall had reached New Delhi, and while no one was naïve enough to believe that ISI had crumbled entirely, this was a rare opportunity.
Ajay sat at the head of the table in the operations room, scanning the latest intelligence reports.
The room felt emptier than usual. The loss of Amit, Ravi, and Iqbal still crushed heavily on everyone.
Their sacrifice had led to the capture of Colonel Tariq, but the cost had been too high. Ajay could feel the absence of his fallen comrades like a physical weight on his shoulders.
Every decision he made now had to count.
K.N. Rao, the head of R&AW, entered the room quietly.
His usual calm demeanor was intact, but Ajay could sense the pressure that Rao, too, was under.
With Khalid out of the way, it wasn't a matter of if ISI would regroup, it was a matter of when.
"Ajay," Rao began, taking his seat, "we're on the clock now. ISI's chaos won't last forever. We need to take full advantage of this window."
Ajay nodded, flipping through the reports in front of him. "I've been thinking the same thing. This is the first time ISI's been on the back foot in years. We need to strike again, hard."
The capture of Colonel Tariq had given R&AW access to a trove of valuable information, but one name stood out above the rest: Major Farhan Ali. A top ISI handler, Farhan had gone dark just before the purge.
With Khalid distracted by the chaos he'd unleashed, it was time to finish what they'd started.
"I've got a lead on Farhan Ali's location," Ajay said, pushing a file toward Rao. "He's hiding somewhere near Peshawar. He's one of ISI's last remaining key operatives in the field. If we take him out, we'll deal another serious blow to their network."
Rao leaned back in his chair, scanning the information. "How solid is this intel?"
Ajay's eyes darkened. "It's solid. We've got a contact close to him. It took some time, but we've finally pinned him down."
Rao nodded, his fingers tapping lightly on the table. "Then we move. But you know what this means. Farhan is dangerous. He's smarter than the others we've dealt with. He'll be expecting something."
"I know," Ajay replied. "But if we wait any longer, he'll disappear. We won't get another shot."
Rao stood, walking to the large map that covered the back wall of the room.
His eyes traced the route from New Delhi to Peshawar. "Take your team, Ajay. And this time, come back with everyone alive."
-----
The preparations for the mission began immediately.
Rajesh, who had survived the raid on Colonel Tariq's compound, was at the heart of it, though the losses of their comrades still hurted him a lot.
He hadn't spoken much since the mission in Karachi.
He was a quieter man now, hardened by what he'd seen.
But he was still one of the best.
As Ajay and Rajesh went over the details of the mission, the tension between them was thick but unspoken.
"We can't lose anyone else," Ajay said, breaking the silence as he looked over the images of Peshawar.
The terrain was rough, the mountains surrounding the city making it difficult to extract quickly once they moved in on Farhan.
Rajesh nodded. His jaw was clenched, eyes sharp. "We go in fast, hit hard, and get out. Farhan's expecting something, but he doesn't know when. That's our advantage."
Ajay exhaled deeply. "We need to be smarter this time. We won't have the element of surprise for long. ISI will pull itself together eventually."
"How long do you think we have?" Rajesh asked, flipping through the photos of the compound where Farhan was believed to be hiding.
"Days, maybe," Ajay replied. "ISI's distracted by Khalid's purge. That gives us some breathing room, but not much."
Rajesh looked at the images, noting the fortified position. "They've got him tucked away tight."
"He's paranoid. And for good reason," Ajay said. "He knows we're coming."
As they poured over the details, Rajesh hesitated for a moment before speaking again, this time quieter.
"Ajay... about last time. Amit, Ravi, Iqbal... I still think about what happened every day."
Ajay paused feeling the unspoken guilt. He looked up at Rajesh and nodded slowly. "So do I. But we can't let it paralyze us. We knew the risks going in."
Rajesh clenched his fists, his knuckles white against the table. "We won't let them down. Not this time."
Ajay placed a hand on his shoulder. "We won't."
----
The full team was assembled later that evening for the mission briefing.
The loss of their comrades had left scars on all of them, but they were professionals. Each one of them knew what was at stake.
"Farhan Ali is our primary target," Ajay began, addressing the team as they stood around a large table littered with maps, photos, and intelligence reports. "We know he's holed up in a compound near Peshawar. He's likely heavily guarded, and the terrain around the compound is difficult. We're going in light, no heavy firepower. We can't afford to alert ISI until we're already inside."
Rajesh spoke next, walking the team through the tactical plan. "We've mapped out two possible routes into the compound, but both are risky. There's no easy way in, and we're expecting resistance. The key will be speed. We get in, neutralize Farhan, and get out before they know what hit them."
The team was silent as they took in the details.
This mission wasn't just about Farhan Ali, it was about finishing what they had started.
After the briefing, Rao pulled Ajay aside. The older man's face was as calm as ever, but there was something in his eyes, a deep understanding of the risks ahead.
"Ajay, you're walking into a hornet's nest. You know that, right?"
Ajay nodded. "We've handled worse."
Rao's lips twitched into the faintest of smiles. "True. But this time, ISI's more dangerous than ever. Farhan won't go down without a fight, and ISI will come looking for answers the moment they realize he's gone."
"That's why we're going in fast. We won't give them the chance," Ajay replied.
Rao looked at him carefully before speaking again. "Be careful, Ajay. I've lost too many good men recently. I don't intend to lose more."
Ajay met his gaze and nodded. "We'll bring him in. Or we'll finish him there."
As the hours ticked by, the team began their final preparations.
Weapons were checked and double-checked.
Routes were memorized.
Contingency plans were made.
Rajesh sat quietly in the corner, loading his pistol with methodical precision.
His face was set, his mind focused on the mission ahead.
But there was a shadow in his eyes, a ghost from the last mission that wouldn't leave him alone.
Ajay walked over, sitting down beside him. "You ready?"
Rajesh nodded without looking up. "Yeah."
Ajay studied him for a moment before speaking. "We'll get through this. We'll bring Farhan down, and we'll do it together."
Rajesh glanced at him, his face hard. "This is for them," he said, referring to their fallen comrades. "Amit, Ravi, Iqbal. We owe them this."
Ajay nodded. "Yeah. We do."
---
As the night deepened, the team gathered one last time before departure.
There was a unspoken knowledge that not all of them might make it back this time.
The stakes were too high, and the enemy too dangerous.
"Listen up," Ajay said, addressing the team with calm authority. "We know what's at stake. We know what we're walking into. But we've faced worse, and we've come out on top."
He paused, letting his words sink in.
"We've lost good men, good friends. This time, we're going to finish what we started. Farhan Ali is our last big target, and we won't let him slip away."
The team remained silent, their expressions grim but determined.
They had each made their peace with the mission, knowing full well what it could cost them.
"Let's move out," Ajay said quietly, his voice filled with resolve.
The team stood, gathering their gear. Weapons were slung over shoulders, radios were secured, and final checks were made.
The mission was set. The team was ready.
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93.85%A New India / Chapter 167: The Hunt for Major Farhan Ali
Chapter 167: The Hunt for Major Farhan Ali
The cold wind howled through the foothills near Peshawar as the R&AW team moved silently under the cover of night.
There was no moon tonight, which suited Ajay Singh just fine. Darkness was their ally.
Each step was measured, every sound suppressed.
The terrain was rugged, and the path to Major Farhan Ali's hideout was anything but easy. Ajay, Rajesh, and the rest of the team moved like shadows, light-footed, disciplined, their breaths even.
Farhan was hiding in a fortified compound nestled into the rocky hills, surrounded by an elite guard.
This wasn't just an extraction mission; it was a full-blown assault.
R&AW was hell bent on capturing Farhan alive. He was too dangerous, too deeply entrenched in ISI's operations, and he knew too much. K.N. Rao had made it clear: Farhan was to be neutralized, either capturing him or killing him.
The team stopped just short of a ridge, crouching low behind a cluster of boulders. In the distance, they could see the compound.
It was as fortified as the intel suggested. The guards moved in disciplined patterns, and there was no sign of Farhan himself.
But they knew he was inside. He had no other place to go.
"Two sentries by the main entrance, another two at the rear," Rajesh whispered, his eyes scanning the compound through his binoculars. "More on the watchtower. This isn't going to be easy."
Ajay nodded, his voice low and calm. "We go in hard and fast. The moment we breach, we'll have a few minutes before they get their bearings. We use that time to push through. No mistakes."
The rest of the team listened in silence.
Their faces were hardened and their eyes sharp with focus.
Each of them knew what was at stake. There was no room for error.
"Rajesh, you and Karan take out the sentries. Sandeep and Aditya, you're on the back entrance. I'll lead the breach." Ajay's orders were met with curt nods.
There was no need for questions; they had drilled this operation to perfection.
With the plan set, the team began their final approach.
The soft crunch of boots on gravel was the only sound as they moved closer, their rifles raised, fingers steady on the triggers.
Rajesh and Karan split off, moving toward the sentries at the front gate.
They worked silently, moving like predators through the dark.
Rajesh reached the first sentry, a quick motion sending his knife deep into the man's throat.
No noise, no struggle.
The second sentry barely had time to register what had happened before Karan's blade found his spine.
They dragged the bodies into the shadows, out of sight.
At the rear of the compound, Sandeep and Aditya moved in, placing silencers on their rifles.
Two more guards were patrolling the area. A soft hiss of air, a puff of smoke, two suppressed shots, and both guards dropped without a sound.
"All clear," Sandeep whispered into his radio.
Ajay signaled to the rest of the team. "We're moving in."
Ajay planted the small explosive charge on the side door.
The compound's walls were thick, but the explosion would be contained enough to breach without causing too much of a ruckus.
He took a step back, raising his hand as the countdown began.
3... 2... 1…
The explosion was sharp but controlled. The door blew inward, the smoke curling into the night air.
Within seconds, the team was inside.
"Go!" Ajay shouted, his voice low but urgent.
They moved quickly, slicing through the compound like a knife.
The first wave of guards barely had time to react as the R&AW team pushed forward, suppressors on their rifles making quick work of the resistance.
But as they advanced deeper into the compound, the guards regrouped.
Gunfire erupted, and the silence of the night was shattered.
Bullets ricocheted off the walls as the firefight escalated.
Rajesh ducked behind a pillar, firing off a few rounds. "We're taking too much heat, Ajay! They're organized!"
"I know!" Ajay growled, ducking as a burst of automatic fire grazed past his head. "Stay low, push forward!"
They advanced room by room, clearing each one with brutal efficiency.
But the guards weren't going down easy. These weren't just ordinary soldiers, they were ISI-trained, disciplined, and deadly.
As the team moved deeper into the compound, the corridors narrowed, and the fighting became more intense.
Gunfire gave way to close-quarters combat. Sandeep found himself locked in a brutal hand-to-hand struggle with one of Farhan's guards.
The man was taller, stronger, and faster than he had anticipated.
The guard swung at Sandeep with a knife, the blade glinting in the dim light.
Sandeep barely dodged the attack, feeling the sharp wind of the blade as it passed inches from his face.
With a quick movement, he blocked the guard's arm and delivered a sharp elbow to the man's ribs.
The guard grunted, but he didn't go down.
He grabbed Sandeep by the throat, slamming him into the wall.
Sandeep gasped for air, struggling as the guard's grip tightened around his neck.
His vision blurred, but just before he passed out, he reached for the combat knife strapped to his leg.
With a swift motion, he plunged the knife into the guard's side.
The man staggered, releasing his grip, and Sandeep shoved the blade in deeper before twisting it.
The guard collapsed, blood pooling around him.
Nearby, Rajesh and Aditya were pinned down by gunfire from two ISI soldiers.
"We need to flank them!" Rajesh shouted over the din of gunfire.
Ajay nodded, moving swiftly. He signaled to Karan, who tossed a flashbang into the room.
The explosion was blinding, and the guards were momentarily disoriented.
Rajesh didn't hesitate. He sprinted forward, tackling one of the guards to the ground.
The two men grappled in the dirt, fists flying. Rajesh slammed his elbow into the man's throat, ending the fight quickly and brutally.
Ajay took out the second guard with a clean headshot, the suppressor muffling the shot.
"We're almost there!" Ajay called out, panting as the team regrouped.
The path to Farhan Ali was almost clear, but the cost was starting to show.
Sandeep had taken a bullet to the shoulder during the firefight, and Karan had a deep gash across his arm from the hand-to-hand combat.
But neither man was down.
"We keep moving," Ajay ordered, his voice steely.
They reached the last room, the door heavy and fortified.
Behind it, Major Farhan Ali waited.
He knew they were coming.
He had heard the gunfire, the screams of his men, the sounds of death creeping closer.
Ajay signaled to Rajesh, who set the breach charge.
They couldn't afford to hesitate now. Farhan was too dangerous to capture alive, he had to be taken down.
The door blew inward, and the team rushed in, guns raised.
Farhan was waiting, a pistol in one hand and a smirk on his face.
"You've come a long way," he said calmly, as if this were all a game. "But you're too late."
Ajay didn't respond. He squeezed the trigger, sending two bullets into Farhan's chest.
But Farhan wasn't alone.
From the shadows, one last guard lunged at Rajesh, a blade flashing in the dim light.
Rajesh turned just in time to catch the man's arm, but the knife sank deep into his chest.
He gritted his teeth, twisting the man's arm with brutal force until he heard the snap of bone.
With a final push, he drove his own knife into the guard's throat, blood spraying across the floor.
Rajesh staggered, clutching his chest, blood seeping through his fingers.
He looked at Ajay, his face pale.
"We did it," he whispered, his voice weak.
Ajay knelt beside him, pressing his hand to the wound. "Stay with me, Rajesh. We're getting you out of here."
But as the rest of the team cleared the room, checking for any remaining threats
Ajay knew the truth. Rajesh was dying.
Farhan was dead, but the cost had been heavy. Too heavy.
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94.41%A New India / Chapter 168: Escape - I
Chapter 168: Escape - I
The rugged terrain around the Peshawar border felt like a cold, barren wasteland as Ajay Singh and his remaining team trekked in silence.
The recent assassination of Major Farhan Ali had gone off, but not without cost.
Rajesh was dead, and Sandeep was injured, but they were alive, and now the mission was to get back to India-alive.
But in their bones, they all felt the tension thickening around them like a tightening noose.
ISI would come.
It was only a matter of time.
They had been traveling on foot for the better part of four hours.
Each step was careful, measured, and silent.
The chill in the air was biting, the sound of the wind occasionally masking their own footsteps, but every crunch of gravel beneath their boots felt like a warning.
There was no guarantee they'd make it back.
"We're getting close to the extraction point," Ajay said quietly, scanning the horizon with his binoculars.
His voice was calm, measured-but it was the calm of a man who knew danger was right on his heels. "Once we cross the ridge, we're in safer territory. But keep your eyes sharp. ISI won't just let this slide."
Sandeep, clutching his injured shoulder, looked grim. "We just killed one of their best. They're not letting us out of here without a fight."
Ajay nodded.
He knew that better than anyone.
R&AW had dealt a heavy blow to ISI, and there would be consequences.
Karan, at the rear of the group, scanned their six, his rifle always in hand. "Feels too quiet," he muttered. "They know what happened. They're waiting for us to get comfortable."
Ajay shot him a look but didn't argue.
Karan was right, after all.
The silence was unnerving, and every instinct told Ajay that their enemies were closing in.
And then, the silence shattered. In the distance, the low rumble of engines cut through the cold night air.
It wasn't just one vehicle-it was several. Headlights appeared on the horizon, bouncing as the trucks made their way over the uneven terrain.
"They're here," Ajay whispered, his jaw tightening.
His eyes scanned for cover.
They were in a bad spot-open ground stretched out for nearly a kilometer before the ridge, and the trucks were already closing in.
"Down!" Ajay ordered sharply.
The team moved as one, instinct kicking in as they dropped low behind the boulders scattered around the path.
The first burst of gunfire crackled through the night.
Bullets ricocheted off the rocks, sending shards of stone flying into the air. The ISI team had found them.
Ajay peered over the edge of the rock, his rifle ready. "They're trying to box us in! Flank left, Karan, Aditya, cover the rear! Sandeep, you're with me. We have to push through!"
Karan and Aditya moved with precision, rifles raised as they took position behind the larger boulders, laying down suppressive fire to keep ISI's operatives from getting too close.
They weren't looking to kill just yet, they were slowing down the enemy, buying time.
Ajay and Sandeep darted left, moving from cover to cover as they tried to put distance between themselves and the approaching ISI vehicles.
But it wasn't just a chase now, ISI had anticipated this route.
They had men in position, waiting.
The first ISI operative lunged out of the darkness, catching Sandeep off guard.
The two men collided in a flurry of fists and kicks, Sandeep barely managing to block the first knife strike.
The operative was quick, brutal, but Sandeep was faster.
With a quick twist, Sandeep wrenched the knife free from the man's hand, slamming his elbow into the operative's face, sending him sprawling into the dirt.
"Sandeep, move!" Ajay shouted, firing off two rounds that dropped another operative who had been advancing on their flank.
The ISI trucks skidded to a halt, and more operatives poured out, rifles raised as they advanced.
The night lit up with gunfire, the sound deafening in the open space.
Bullets whizzed past Ajay's head, some striking the rocks with sharp, deadly cracks.
He fired in short bursts, aiming low to keep the ISI men from closing in too fast.
"They're everywhere!" Karan shouted from the rear, his voice strained as he kept firing. "We can't hold them much longer!"
Ajay swore under his breath, glancing at the ridge.
They were too exposed here.
They had to make a move, or they'd be overrun.
"Pull back!" Ajay yelled, his voice carrying over the gunfire. "We need to hit the ridge and lose them in the rocks!"
Aditya grabbed Sandeep, who was struggling to keep up with his injured shoulder, and together they sprinted toward the ridge, bullets kicking up dirt and gravel around them.
Ajay and Karan provided cover fire, their rifles snapping in unison as they took down as many of the advancing ISI men as they could.
But ISI was relentless.
They had come prepared, and they had the advantage of numbers.
As Ajay's team retreated, the operatives pushed forward, closing the distance with each passing second.
A sharp pain tore through Ajay's side as a bullet grazed him.
He hissed in pain but didn't stop, reloading his rifle with practiced ease as he fired back at the men pursuing them.
They reached the base of the ridge, panting heavily, adrenaline coursing through their veins.
The rocks here provided better cover, but ISI wasn't backing down.
A group of operatives broke off from the main force, coming at them from both sides.
"We're boxed in!" Karan growled, reloading as he ducked behind a large boulder. "They're not giving us any room to breathe."
Ajay nodded, his mind racing.
They were running low on ammo, and the ISI operatives were getting too close for comfort.
They had to turn this into a fight that favored them.
"Draw them in!" Ajay ordered. "Close combat. We can't win a shootout from here."
The team moved into the rocks, forcing ISI to follow them into the narrow, cramped spaces between the jagged boulders.
The gunfire slowed as the operatives closed in, knives drawn, ready for the kill.
The first operative reached Karan, slashing at him with a blade, but Karan deflected the blow, driving the butt of his rifle into the man's throat.
The operative choked, stumbling back, and Karan followed up with a brutal punch to the jaw, sending the man crashing into the rocks.
Ajay was locked in his own deadly struggle, grappling with an ISI agent who had managed to tackle him to the ground.
The man was stronger, and for a moment, Ajay felt the cold edge of a knife press against his throat.
But with a quick twist, Ajay used the man's momentum against him, flipping him over and slamming his knee into the man's ribs.
The knife fell, and Ajay grabbed it, plunging it into the man's chest.
Sandeep, despite his injury, was still fighting with everything he had.
An ISI operative came at him from the left, swinging a knife in a wide arc, but Sandeep ducked low, driving his shoulder into the man's stomach.
The operative staggered back, winded, and Sandeep wasted no time in finishing him off with a sharp elbow to the temple.
But the fight wasn't over. More men were coming, and Ajay's team was running out of steam.
"We're not going to make it at this rate!" Aditya yelled, his breath ragged as he fired off a few more rounds.
Ajay's mind was racing.
They couldn't hold out like this much longer. The ISI team was well-trained, determined, and willing to die to bring them down.
"We push through!" Ajay shouted, his voice filled with determination. "We don't stop!"
The team regrouped, moving as one as they charged toward the ridge, using the terrain to their advantage.
The ISI operatives were close behind, but Ajay and his men were relentless, firing with precision, taking down any enemy who got too close.
Sandeep, despite his injury, took point, leading the team up the steep incline. His face was pale from blood loss, but he didn't slow down He couldn't.
Ajay fired the last of his rounds, dropping an ISI agent who had been closing in on Sandeep.
But as they reached the top of the ridge, a sudden explosion rocked the ground beneath them.
ISI had thrown a grenade, and the blast sent Aditya flying into the air.
"Aditya!" Karan shouted, rushing to his side as smoke filled the air.
Ajay's heart sank as he saw the blood pooling around Aditya's body.
He was still breathing, but barely.
"We have to go!" Ajay shouted, pulling Karan back as the ISI operatives closed in again. "Now!"
With one last burst of energy, they sprinted down the other side of the ridge.
The Indian border was just ahead. They could see it now. Safety was within reach.
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