"Why don't you understand... I want to be an assassin!" you shouted, staring at your elder brother, Pankaj.

He simply took a slow sip of his black coffee, calm as ever, and replied in his deep, firm voice, "No."

You clenched your fists, frustrated. You were a beautiful young woman in your early twenties—21 as of last May. Pankaj, your older brother by nearly a decade, had always been protective. Overprotective, even. In his eyes, you were still that fragile little girl who needed shelter from the world. He believed you were too delicate, too soft to face danger.

But he was wrong.

You had grown up strong, and your dream was far from ordinary. You didn’t want to sit behind a desk or live a quiet life. You wanted to take down criminals, finish off the evil that walks this earth. That fire in you had been burning since the day your parents were killed. Your father, a respected ACP, and your mother were murdered by his sworn enemy. You and Pankaj had survived, barely. And while he chose to build a safe life in the IT industry, you had other plans.

Being an assassin was not just a fantasy for you—it was a calling.

So, when you told Pankaj about your dream career, he looked at you like you were insane. His reaction was swift, blunt, and final.

"No."

But he didn’t know the depth of your determination. Sure, becoming an assassin sounded dangerous—because it was. But your willpower was stronger than your fear.

For weeks now, you’d been feeling watched. It wasn’t the usual stares you were used to—being beautiful meant male attention was common. No, this was different. This was... serious. Like someone was observing your every move, evaluating you.

Then one morning, you received a strange email from an unknown sender. The subject line simply read: “We see potential.”

The message inside made your heart race: "We've been keeping an eye on you. You're skilled, driven, and exactly what we’re looking for. You've been selected to become an assassin. Welcome to the program."

And just like that, fifty thousand rupees were deposited into your bank account.

Your jaw dropped.

Was this real? A job offer—to be an assassin?

You paused for a moment. The weight of the decision was huge. But excitement and adrenaline coursed through your veins. This was what you wanted. No more boring life. No more sitting idle, helpless.

“Omg... a job offer to be an assassin?! I’m in.”

You accepted the invitation without a second thought. You knew one thing for sure: Pankaj could never know.

He wouldn’t understand. He would try to stop you. Again.

And this time, you weren't asking for permission.