22. NARACH (Rewrite)

The evening rolled in quicker than I'd like. as I opened my eyes. Zoya was still asleep next to me, her face peaceful. After I stand, Zoya also wakes up.

"Good M - Evening." I said and lifted her into my Arms and took her to the bathroom.

"Ok, Let's Fresh up it's already evening, Zoya."

"Can I have some? Preety Please." She said as she grabbed my Dick.

"Ahh~ It's Yours, you can have as much as you want."

I said, as  I leaned back against the Bathroom Wall. The aroma of Lust wafted through the air, courtesy of Zoya.

Zoya kneels down, with her bright eyes started sucking and licking my Dick while looking in my eyes.

"Glugugulu~♡

Glugulg~♡hMm

I just pat Zoya's head and enjoy the pleasure she was giving.

"You know babe, you have to go faster, if  you want my cum."

Hearing that she started, Going back and forth like Pussy Fucking and making sound as my balls hit her chin.

GlukgLu~

GluKhgug~

*Pak*

*Pak*

glUkGL~

*Pak*

__2 Hours Later__

After freshing up we decided to head to a nearby Restaurant, just to blend in, stay casual. And most importantly I was Hungry, even if Zoya didn't notice. It wasn't long before something felt off.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw it—a shadow, lingering too long near the bar's entrance just next to the Restaurant. My instincts kicked in, sharpening my focus. Someone was watching us. No, watching her. And whoever it was, wasn't here by coincidence.

I turned to Zoya, trying to keep my voice light, but there was no time for games.

"We should get out of here."

I whispered, leaning in close.She frowned, not catching on.

"Why? Everything's fine."

I could feel her confusion, but this wasn't the time for explanations, it was time for action. As I want to spend my time with her, not with some fools.

The figure hadn't moved, but I could sense their eyes on us—on her.

I didn't give her a choice. I took her hand, keeping my movements calm, controlled.

"Come on,"

without hesitation she followed behind me.

'Good. I should deal with them fast without attracting attention, as I am really Hungry, I also wants to spend more time with Zoya

Yeah...yeah, that's why I should finish it fast.'

Outside, the air was cooler, but my mind was calculating. I kept my pace steady, always checking our surroundings without making it obvious. I could feel Zoya's eyes on me, full of questions, but I didn't answer them.

"What's going on, Dev?" she asked, her voice low but insistent.

I didn't answer right away. Whoever was after her knew what they were doing. But I don't know what they want, so did I. I tightened my grip on her hand, pulling her closer as we walked.

"Not here," I said finally. "Just trust me."

'Technopathy'

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As we walked through the dimly lit streets, I activated my technopathy, scanning the surrounding area for any digital devices. Instantly, I could sense the multiple signals: phones, surveillance cameras, even earpieces. Whoever was tracking us had high-level equipment, and their coordination was too precise for a casual tail.

"Get Zoya As she is the only one capable of that work." Captain of the Group.

"And we have to remind her, who she is. Can't let her Roam around with an Indian." Captain of the Group

My suspicions were confirmed: ISI agents. They weren't here for me. They were here for Zoya.

I glanced over at her, her eyes still searching for answers, but now there was a hint of unease. I couldn't let her know just yet—I needed to deal with this first. I focused on the signals again, honing in on their earpieces. With a quick thought, I scrambled their communications, cutting them off from each other.

"Dev," she whispered, clearly sensing something was wrong. "What's going on?"

I paused, pulling her into a small alleyway to shield us from view. I leaned close, our faces inches apart. "Listen, Zoya. We're being followed. They're not here for me, they're here for you."

Her eyes widened slightly, but she didn't panic. She was trained for this. "ISI?" she whispered.

Yeah Zoya told me about her being an ISI after our little action in the bathroom.

I nodded. "They're tracking you. I've already cut their communication, but we need to move fast."

It's not a movie where she will choose her country and because of 'Harem Mark' she is fully loyal to me after last night.

Zoya bit her lip, her mind racing. "I should've known," she muttered. "They wouldn't just let me disappear."

I placed a hand on her shoulder. "I won't let them take you."

She locked eyes with me, and for a moment, her guard slipped. "Why are you helping me, Dev?"

I smiled slightly. "Because I can't let them take away the Mother of my Child, can I?"

She looked at me a little stunned, but didn't say anything.

'Ok, I think this Area will be Good Enough.'

I turned my attention back to the agents. Using my technopathy, I pinpointed their exact locations. There were 8 of them—Six scattered around  and two on rooftops, likely snipers.

I sent a quick electrical pulse through their devices, frying them completely. They were in the dark now—blind, deaf, and vulnerable.

I glanced at her, a smirk forming on my face. She was looking at me confused, as to why I am smirking.

"Alright. Time to turn the tables."

But she got her answer soon enough. Running wasn't my style anyway.

I turned, positioning her behind me as I faced the direction we had just come from. "Stay close, and whatever happens, follow my lead."

And just like that, the shadows moved. They were coming for us.

.....

The moment I turned, I saw them—two figures moving while acting like a gang to hide their Identities, they are  Professionals. Their acting skills are really good.

As they walked towards us, I positioned myself in front of Zoya, her body tense but calm. She shifted as if ready to jump into action, but I shot her a look that stopped her.

"Six of them," I murmured, loud enough for only her to hear. "Stay behind me."

"Dev, I—"

"I said, stay behind me." My voice was soft, but there was no mistaking the commando tone in it.

The leader of the group took a step forward, his expression hardened. "Hand her over, and no one gets hurt."

I chuckled, the sound cold and predatory. "Well, you can try, but later don't say I didn't warn you all."

Before he could respond, I moved. My body surged with speed, faster than they could comprehend. The first man barely had time to register my approach before my fist connected with his jaw. He went down hard, unconscious before he hit the ground.

The others hesitated, shocked by the sheer speed of the attack, but they recovered quickly. Two of them reached for their guns, thinking they could stop me before I reached them. They were wrong.

'Adrenaline Rush'

I closed the distance in a heartbeat, my hands already grabbing one of the agent's wrists just as he drew his pistol. A sharp twist, and the gun flew from his grip. I spun around, using the momentum to slam my elbow into his temple, knocking him out cold.

Bang!

The sound of gunfire echoed in the narrow alley. The second agent had managed to fire a shot, but his aim was wide in the chaos. Without missing a beat, I grabbed the first man's fallen gun and aimed it squarely at the shooter's chest.

Bang! Bang!

Two shots rang out, and the second agent collapsed, clutching his chest as he gasped for air. I threw the gun aside, no longer needing it. I preferred my fists.

Three down. Three to go.

The fourth man came at me with a Military knife, his movements fast, but not fast enough. I sidestepped his first strike, caught his wrist, and with a powerful twist, sent him flying into the alley wall. His knife clattered to the ground, forgotten, as he slumped down unconscious.

I turned just in time to see the fifth man aiming a silenced pistol at Zoya. A flash of anger surged through me. I know they won't harm, but still-

"YOU FUCKER"

Without thinking, I lunged forward, grabbing the barrel of his gun before he could fire. In one swift motion, I disassembled the weapon, pieces of it falling to the ground.

His eyes widened in disbelief, but I didn't give him a chance to react. My fist collided with his face, the force of the punch sending him crashing into the pavement. His gun clattered uselessly to the side.

Five down.

The final man stood frozen, his hand hovering over his own gun. But he wasn't fast enough. I was on him in an instant, grabbing his wrist and twisting the gun out of his grip before he could even blink. With a savage elbow strike to the chest, I sent him staggering backward.

He collapsed against the wall, panting and clearly defeated. His arrogance had disappeared, replaced with fear. I pinned him there, my hand gripping his collar tightly.

"Tell your ISI Director General (DG), that your agent (Zoya) is with NARACH." I said, my voice low, dangerous.

I let him go, as he trembled and he slid to the ground, too terrified to move. Six down.

Turning back to Zoya, I saw the shock written all over her face. She had watched the entire scene unfold in stunned silence, her breath shallow as her eyes swept over the unconscious bodies scattered at our feet. But one Word is still echoing through her ears.

'NARACH'

"Dev…" she whispered, barely audible.

"Are…are you really 'Narach', that Number one Assassin, in the World of Agents?"

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I stepped toward her, my gaze locking with hers.

"That means..."

'I am really fucked up, as I am the Reason Many of High level ISI Agents died.'

"You know, Zoya. I shouldn't have killed them bu-"

"Don't worry, I am not angry. After all It's common in our field of work"

Her expression shifted, disbelief mixing with a hint of happiness.

"And You know I can't ask for more, as I can now live peacefully, after all, You are the only Agent that all people know about, but still can't do anything to you."

I exhaled, running a hand through my hair. The time for keeping secrets was out. But I am ready to reveal, but not everything. "So, can we go now. I am really Hungry."

Zoya's jaw clenched, frustration clear in her eyes. "After getting me, You can't act cool in a situation like this, Are you really 'The NARACH' ? that every agency talks about."

I nodded slowly, acknowledging her point. "You know I can be cool. But not now. Right now, I need Food, so let's go."

For a long moment, glancing between me and the bodies lying at our feet. Finally, she nodded.

"Alright. But this conversation isn't over, can I also go on a Mission with you?"

"We will see."

I gave her a small smile, already calculating our next move. The ISI should stop after this, after all who wants their best agents dead. They had sent six of their best men, and I had taken them down without breaking a sweat.

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To be Continued

I written this in hurry and forgot my lunch box so, if there is any sentence or spelling mistake please notify

Word Count: 1843