They have waged war against each other for centuries. So much blood has been shed on both sides of the border that the hatred has seeped into the heart of its citizens too. They don’t need inflammatory speeches from their leaders any more. They hated each other by instinct. Those who did not did not dare to say that openly.
“It’s easy to infiltrate in an army of corrupted people. You can buy them, but what to do with honest, patriotic people? We need to know what’s going on in their camps or else we will be forever on our guard.”
The prime minister was talking with the defense minister. A new man in cabinet. Extremely popular for his cunningness.
The defense minister sat there with a blank expression on his face. After a while he muttered loudly, “even the strongest person has its weak points.”
“People who don’t give in to greed give in to lust or love.” He mused, “It’s a century old tradition, to use love to trap people of strength.”
He pushed an album towards him. The prime minister picked it up and opened it. It was filled with photographs of dazzling men and women.
“Who are they?
“Our nymph brigade.”
“These men and women are hand picked and trained in the art of seduction. They have an identity and family too across the border. But these all are magical families and identities they keep on changing. Just like jig saw puzzles.”
“These nymphs will act as our eyes and ears in their camp. They will trap the most powerful or influential ones any how, even at the cost of marrying them and work for us from their closest circle.”
“They will control them by love and make them puppets in their beautiful hands. We will gain access or control on all their spheres.”
“What if they are caught? Or some one becomes obsessed with them and they can’t get rid of that person?”
“They will be replaced by the person whose name, identity they are using. Who are as ordinary as you and me, so their suitor will curse his fate and walk away without daring to admit that he had an affair with this drab man or woman. Our nymph will change her identity and enter another body bag.”
“Now, if you permit, I will destroy the album. Because our success is completely intermingled.”
He got up and left the room, leaving behind the prime minister, whose heart was full of admiration and suspicion. He started to think about his latest flame, a dazzling creature who has just walked into his life.
Monday, January 4, 2010
Love Net
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