Both ends of the knife - 10

Writer’s Note:
              First of all sorry to all my readers who have been following my blog faithfully for the delay in the story. I was caught up with couple of technical issues that prevented me from posting the novel for a while. Past is past. Here I am back again with a bang...:)  “Both ends of a knife” is not just another novel that I write for name, fame or time-pass. It’s my dream, a vision that has taken long years to take shape. Each word and each character has been through my mind at least hundred times before I present it to you. You readers are special to me and this story is my small dedication to you. Lets get back to the story…a small synopsis; ram has just become agent Nik to take revenge on people who killed his dad and also threatening to do the same to the Nation. And we are hearing everything through Ram’s eyes.



              Life after I became Nik was not always the same. It was something different and finally I knew I had a purpose to live. But for the cause I had to train more and more. I had basic training in karate and yoga. He had told me those were to strengthen my dangling legs and to increase my breathing power. But somehow today I felt he foresaw every bit of today and that’s the reason why I was trained. But not only basic rear guard is enough to remove the weeds that have been sown too deep in the nation. Here under guidance of Niki’s dad I was put under immense training sessions. I was made to run 5 miles a day and daily the time limits were decreasing.  I was put into weight lifting and rope-climbing both of which were too tough for my physique. I had nearly the same physique as my dad. Slim build, can be called lean..:). Black eyes, which niki told had penetrating powers…(into her heart in any sense.:) ) limited height, (all others in the mission where atleast half feet taller than me). With this kind of a build, even I felt out of pace among them.  Think they too felt the same. That’s the reason why I was moved to Andaman for a ten day effort. I thought what difference ten days could make in one’s life, but as always I was to be proved wrong…





            

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