If Bilal had a rupee for every bad decision he made, he wouldn't be delivering pizza. Unfortunately, his biggest bad decision was running straight to Daniyal after escaping the warehouse.
Daniyal was lying on the sofa like a retired king. One leg on the armrest, phone in hand, watching a video titled "How to Manifest Success Without Doing Anything."
Bilal burst in, breathing like he'd just run a marathon with a fridge on his back.
"BRO. I'M GONNA DIE."
Daniyal didn't even look up. "Death is temporary. Reputation is forever."
Bilal stared at him. "WHAT does that even mean?"
"It means," Daniyal said, sitting up dramatically, "you should relax."
Bilal began pacing. He explained everything—the wrong turn, the scary men, the pizza, the name Agent Cheese. By the end, he was practically sweating fear.
Daniyal nodded seriously. Too seriously.
"Hm," he said. "Classic hero origin story."
Bilal froze. "Excuse me?"
"Think about it," Daniyal continued. "Every hero starts normal. Then BOOM—problem. This is your BOOM."
"I don't want a BOOM. I want a NORMAL LIFE."
Daniyal stood up, put a hand on Bilal's shoulder, and said in his most dramatic voice, "The universe has chosen you."
"The universe needs glasses," Bilal snapped.
Before they could argue more, the door slammed open.
Enter: Shazia Aunty.
She scanned the room like a security camera. "Why is there a black car outside? And why did one man call you Agent Cheese?"
Bilal's soul left his body.
Daniyal, however, smiled. "Aunty, please keep this confidential. National security."
Shazia Aunty gasped. "HAW! I KNEW IT. I TOLD EVERYONE YOU BOYS WERE SUSPICIOUS."
And just like that, the legend of Agent Cheese officially began.
That night, Bilal couldn't sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw sunglasses, scars, and melted cheese.
At exactly 2:07 a.m., his phone buzzed.
UNKNOWN NUMBER:Mission location. Abandoned park. Come alone.
Bilal stared at the screen like it might explode.
"I am NOT going," he whispered.
Five minutes later, he was putting on his shoes.
Daniyal insisted on coming. "Every hero needs a strategist."
"You failed math."
"Exactly. I think creatively."
They reached the park, which was dark, creepy, and smelled like regret. A man stepped out of the shadows.
"Agent Cheese," he said. "We need you to deliver… a package."
Bilal gulped. "I only deliver pizza."
The man handed him a small box. "Just take it to the address."
Bilal nodded nervously. The moment the man disappeared, Bilal panicked.
"What if it's a bomb?"
Daniyal shook it. "If it explodes, at least we'll go viral."
They opened the box.
Inside was… a kitten.
Bilal blinked. "A… cat?"
Suddenly police sirens wailed nearby.
"RUN," Daniyal screamed.
They sprinted, Bilal holding the kitten, Daniyal tripping over literally nothing. They crashed into Shazia Aunty, who was somehow already there.
She screamed. The kitten meowed. The police arrived.
Absolute chaos.
By morning, the mafia thought Bilal was brave.The police thought he was suspicious.Shazia Aunty thought he was dangerous.
And Bilal?
Bilal just wanted his tip.