I flipped open my novel which just revealed that an ominous thing had occurred but it didn't blow my mind. Actually, I was waiting for it to happen, but something else blew my mind. The sound of footsteps clip-clopping against the floor, of a Businessman ( probably because I didn't raise my head to check who he really is). Something about his movement caught my attention. My gaze travelling his footsteps as he walked straight toward my direction and chose the seat beside me, surprisingly,  abandoning all the other vacant chairs.

Not a Good Sign.

I kept ignoring him and really wanted to get back to my novel but I failed in doing so. All my senses perk up even on his slightest movement, there was a sound of paper being propelled  with sharp movement and on glancing I caught the sight of a newspaper behind which, he was hiding his face but then I returned to my novel again.

"What are you reading?" My eyes popped out on his low husky voice and from the corner of my eyes I realized he still hid his face and talked through the newspaper which he was holding.

"It's a crime story." I replied

 We are taught from childhood "Never talk to Strangers" and here I am casually replying to this complete stranger. Maybe because of my job, Yeah, in my job I'm always speaking to non-living things like my cup of coffee, television screen  while my best friend is sitting beside me responding in the same way. Have you ever seen in the movies where two people are talking but in a way, where they don't want the public around them to realize they know each other. The only difference in here is the person I'm talking to isn't my friend.

"With a surname like that and a crime book in your hand, do you think you can pass through those security checks". This time I didn't glance at him, "And your disguise isn't effective, It can put you in trouble."

Look I said this man seems dangerous, but he pointed out something which I was afraid of too. I warned my boss about my disguise and name, since it resembled one of the most wanted criminal.

"Fine, you take this novel and return it back to me on board, so that they won't think I'm taking notes from this crime story and actually planning to commit such a thing." I said sarcastically

"Shame, I had a better thought , why don't I take away your surname and give you mine instead." He said in that smoky mysterious voice which rose butterflies in my stomach. Did he just propose me, if yes what type of proposal is it. I agree my job is different but I never knew this is the way of a Spy being proposed. 

I stood up walked few steps and turned, still no view apart from his blond head , I lowered my gaze on his hands which indicated three with his fingers, I looked around the area and caught an advertisement which has numerical three printed with a picture of perfume. I went to that spot and a man in black suit sticking the cell phone against his ear, held a black bag, was already standing there and on reaching he handed me that bag, wanna know the amusing part, I accepted it without any hesitation. I started my hunt and found the bag contained strawberry blond wig, a new fake passport with name Kelly Argus, within the span of few minutes a sound of a device probably a cell phone, echoed startling me because I didn't carry mine, and the noise made it clear that it's  coming from inside the bag, with the help of the light being flashed, I could locate the presence of this phone and after feeling it under my grip, I answered the call.

"So, Mrs Argus Get ready and please don't make me wait for long, 'coz I already miss you." Quickly my eyes began to scan him and that man was about to turn in my direction. Meanwhile my heartbeat intensified over the fact that this suspicious man is finally going to disclose his identity.

Am I showing extreme anticipation? Am I being too eager to know about him? I questioned myself. When the corner of my lips started tugging up forming into a smile, I got my answer.

How can my eagerness to know about him can be my fault, especially when,  that man is claiming to be my husband.

"Cut it!"

The spot lights were dimmed and the normal lights brightened the room. "Fantastic shot, Wynter." said the director, Craig, moving away from his camera, wearing blue sweatshirt with black jeans, he wore spectacle, his hair were turning grey from the sides. The room erupted in a solid round of applauds.

"Really?." I smiled at him.

"Yes, I am so excited for this movie to get released, now go and have some touch up before the next scene is ready to be shot." He said while rubbing his hands, he always does that whenever he's enjoying and is super excited for the scene. He has already started ordering the crew to set-up the background projectors, lights and all those stuff. While I walked to my make-up room where my friend, Cindy must be waiting for me.

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Thank you for reading the story. I hope you to continue reading.

The whole plot is already planned in my head and I'll try to complete it as soon as possible. I do re-reading to my story for editing purposes but since the content is so well saved in my brain in the form of an audio book that it just auto-corrects the errors/ mistakes, so, feel free to point out my errors ..(and become my Super EDITOR ;P).

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