Chapter Eleven
I am shaking. Literally shaking. All the grief and rage inside me is bursting to come out and I am struggling to not let Bloodlust take over. And the effort is making me shake from head to foot. I am standing at the edge of the same river where I stood five years ago. The…
Chapter Ten
Bholapur is where I ended up after my encounter with Shankar, the thug who grabbed me after I left the construction site five years ago. The last thing that I remember clearly was Shankar holding a gun to my head and his two henchmen crowding me menacingly. I was vaguely aware of a red film…
Chapter Nine
There are four of them, sitting on a concrete ledge outside the house, smoking cigarettes and chatting with each other. Their affable demeanour notwithstanding, I know they’re armed. I am in the middle of the biggest slum in the city, which is also home to one of the biggest drug lords that the city has…
Chapter Eight
My first reaction was, once again, that I’m dead. But the apparition in front of me, which, in case you’ve forgotten, looked exactly like me, seemed to read my mind. It smiled. “This might take some time to wrap your head around,” It said. You think? I thought and for one millisecond, I was really…
Chapter Seven
I’m at the Bandra Worli Sea Link, one of the five bridges in the city which were found to be rigged with C4 plastic explosive a week ago. None of the bomb went off but the city is still recovering from the panic. Fear is at an all time high and the police are on…
Chapter Six
I remember being scared to move when I woke up. Scared because literally the first thing that came to my mind, in fact, the only thing, was the pain that had ripped through me. Intense, blinding, crippling pain in every particle of my body, as the bomb I was hugging to my chest tore through…
Chapter Five
There are clear marks around Gopal’s throat. Angry red, deep, finger-shaped marks. Four fingers on side, a thumb on another, indicating only one hand. But these are not indicators of strangulation. I know this because Gopal’s head is hanging limp at a very unnatural angle. Like there’s nothing connecting it to the rest of his…
Chapter Four
Being a loner is especially irritating when you’re a kid. Because non-loner kids, as a rule, are not experts at taking a hint. If you maintain a distance of several meters from the others during lunch hour at school, you’d think that was enough of a leave-me-alone declaration. But no. There will be that one…
Chapter Three
The dance bar is like any other dance bar in the city. Tucked away in a corner with sound-proofed walls, flashing lights, loud music, girls with make-up and revealing clothes dancing in the middle while currency notes rain down on them. It is among the cheaper ones, and hence I don’t need to put any…
Chapter Two
For some reason, I’m reminded of that time in school, when I was asked to write a speech for our annual day function. Writing had never been my strong suit back then, unless it was to write nasty anonymous letters to slide under the doors of my teacher’s houses. That shit I was really good…
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