Ion, Will You Mally Me?

Aryan furrowed his brows. "Did you have a nightmare again?"

"No. I haven't gone to bed yet. Actually, I am waiting for some good news. One of my boys has gone out to 'play' soccer. Tomorrow is the day of his final match."

Aryan instantly understood the hidden meaning behind the codewords uttered by Yashraj Singh.

Being the Chief of Special Operations Forces, he could not disclose anything about the ongoing missions of the department on the phone. Aryan understood the severity of the situation and was aware of the consequences of doing it.

"Everything will go according to your plan. Don't worry, uncle." Aryan tried to ease his worry. "By the way, I am really excited to meet your 'boy' after he returns from the match with the winning trophy."

Yashraj Singh laughed merrily. "Sure! I wanted to keep it a secret from you but I can't control myself anymore."

"What is it?" Aryan asked with a chuckle.