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.