![]() ![]() ![]() “Who are you and how do you know my name?” I asked softly, facing the mirror. “Shh! Keep your voice down, and turn back to the mirror.” “How do you know my name?” I mindlessly responded in Arabic. “Samira Joshi, I have to talk to your parents, now.” “I have something important to tell your parents.”Īt first, I thought she was talking on the phone because she was speaking in Arabic, so, I didn’t respond. As I was pulling all of it up into a high ponytail, a woman came and stood next to me. I came out of the stall, washed my hands, and decided to fix my unruly hair. Though I did realise that I needed to pee. Yet, I was being followed, and I hadn’t realised it yet. So, when they whisked me off to Dubai for a family holiday, I was so excited that I forgot the basic counter-surveillance measures drilled into me by said parents. For the past year, my parents had rarely been in the same place at the same time, for more than a month. When she sees a college friend being trapped by a pimp, Samira does some spying of her own, and discovers the existence of a secret sisterhood of teen spies - The Spyders. Yet, they want their only daughter to become a doctor. ![]() Her parents are elite intelligence agents for RAW. ![]()
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