(Writing something new is tough when you are demotivated but I had written this last year in December 2021 which I could not publish for some reasons and now I am going to publish it for you all.)
Ayden Roy got back his consciousness and found himself in a thatched hut. He tried to get up but he could not. "Arrgghhh fucckk", he writhed in pain. He was lying on a log of wood, carved like a bed. And for comfort there was hay on it, underneath his body. He looked around wondering where he was and who put him like this. Was he a captive of the criminals? He could not understand. He tried to sit up again resting on the left arm elbow but he failed and fell flat on the hay. And he saw a scantily clad black woman walked in the hut uttering the words that were beyond his imagination and understanding. But from her expression he could make out that he was in safe hands as she came close to him and caressed his forehead, pulled him up to sit down, resting his back on the wooden plank kept behind him on that piece of wooden log. While doing so she didn’t even bother if his face was clasped between her huge soft bosoms. He kind of felt safe with that gesture from her.
But he soon realised that his legs were numb and he could not move his neck. He recalled the past incidences that had happened which put him in this condition. He remembered that he was beaten up and was stabbed almost to death on a ship on the Arabian sea. But what happened afterwards, he had no idea. He was on a mission after a business tycoon who was suspected to be involved with human trafficking. But he stumbled upon a drug mafia and his men whom he could not escape. He was alone for a secret mission and fought for his life. He fought nearly to death but how he survived, he had no memory of that mystery.
The woman could understand his dilemma and she stood straight and asked him to wait by showing her right hand. She went out of the hut and came back after a minute with a piece of paper. She handed it over to Roy.
With a hope and excitement, he quickly tried to grab the paper and started reading it...
"Sir, you wounded by people I saw. They throw you to the sea. I jumped and drag you to shore of Somalia. I know people in Burundi and send there with this note. Village people good. Get well soon."
Roy was overwhelmed by the gesture and help of that man who had no relationship with him. He didn't have the grasp on English as well yet he tried his best to assure him that he is safe among the people he knows best. He was truly grateful but he didn't know where to find him. He looked up at the woman who was still standing with an enthusiastic smile. Roy just nodded out of gratitude to her as well, to which she gave a broad smile in return exposing her beautiful white teeth, contrasting to her skin colour.
Days passed by, this 38-year-old cop, Mr. Ayden Roy was well taken care of by the local men and women. They provided him food, herbal home remedies and even sex. Roy had never made love to any black women in his entire life though he had always wished for. But when he was weak, wounded and vulnerable he got the best opportunity to have his dream fulfilled. In fact, they offered themselves to him reckoning him to be their guest. There were no words or languages of communication spoken between them apart from the moans and the grunts while culminating his and their sexual needs. He was satisfied feeding on them and they were satiated by feeding and serving him well.
But one question really troubled him at times, “how long”? How long he can be deserted from his world, his real world where he runs after the high-profile criminals of this world? How on earth people of his department have tried to search for a sought-after cop like him as yet? He had no idea what to do and when to do, unless he recovers from his wounds as he was still unable to walk on his feet straight. Is there any hope for him? Will any white or Indians or English-speaking people ever visit this place who can help him to get out of this place and get back to his country?
Lo and behold, one fine morning when he was sitting outside the hut while the women were massaging his feeble limbs, he saw a stunning white woman came walking towards them along with the head woman who handed over the paper note to him earlier. Mara Jade, the white woman is always welcomed here among these innocent Somalian villagers. Moreover, they were actually waiting for her arrival so that she can help this Indian man, who is wounded and unable to communicate about himself.
Ayden Roy’s face glowed as he finally saw a glimpse of hope approaching him. “Hello, do you speak English, Ma’am?” Roy shouted waving his hands to her even before they could come and stand in front of him. The head woman of the clan showed her white teeth to him excitedly. But her face turned pale when Jade told her something in Somali.
“Ma’am, do you… can you un... understand me?” Ayden Roy asked again impatiently. The white woman nodded in affirmation.
“You have problem speaking English? I really want to get back to my people. I am a cop, I am wondering why no one had ever tried to locate me as yet.” Roy said again in a desperate tone. But the white woman looked blank and seemed to be in deep thought.
The images on the ship a week ago flashed in front of her eyes. Roy was her target. She was paid a heavy price to assassin Roy on the ship itself. He was an obstacle in the ways of the deadly traffickers and a few rich businessmen who had been sponsoring for men and women for years together. Roy had all the information as proofs gathered against them. He was returning back to India in a container, hiding from the world. But he could not. Jade tracked him and followed him there. She was asked to erase Ayden Roy’s name from the face of this earth before he could return back to his country and file the case against them all.
Roy was in Jade’s lens as she was about to pull the trigger when something happened unexpectedly. There were a drug mafia on the ship who attacked him and threw him off the ship into the sea. Jade could not understand what to do at that moment as she could not risk her own identity to be revealed. Expecting him to be dead in the sea water, she reported her bosses so though she wasn’t at peace at all as her bullet has never missed a single target till that day.
And the moment her eyes fell on him, alive and enjoying in her own hideout, rescued and being treated by her friends was nothing more than a mystery to her. If she doesn’t kill him right away, and the cops find him then she will pay a heavy price. She might even be killed or her reputation of being a deadly assassin will be soiled.
But she was struggling with a few questions that were popping up in her mind – ‘why the destiny saved him from her hands?’ ‘Was the destiny wanted her to kill him here in this place?’ ‘The people who has been good to him, how will they feel if she kills him here?’ ‘Will they allow me to do so?’ ‘Does he have a purpose in her life?’ ‘Why did destiny allow both of them to face each other once again?’
Every assassin has a belief system of their own and Jade had too. Her assassin’s creed made him confused whether to kill Roy or safeguard him. What will she do? No one knows, not even Jade… But she knows only one thing… that this survivor’s fate is in her hand now.