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Chapters (65)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Authors’ Note
  5. 1. ‘IF ANYONE MOVES, FIRE MAARO’
  6. 2. DAWN ABDUCTION
  7. 3. WAITING GAME
  8. 4. ‘BREAKING’ SALIM
  9. 5. THE CONFESSION
  10. 6. AN ENCOUNTER
  11. 7. ‘LEADER IS IN INDIA ALREADY’
  12. 8. BABAJI’S MAN WITH NO EXIT PLAN
  13. 9. ‘MAN OF RESPECT’ IN HYDERABAD
  14. 10. TRACKING SALIM
  15. 11. HOLDING BACK
  16. 12. WHAT IS SALIM HIDING?
  17. 13. POULTRY FARM YIELDS 143 CHICKENS, 380 EGGS, 2 PAKISTANI ‘GUESTS’
  18. 14. A TOOTH FOR A TOOTH
  19. 15. OPERATION TROJAN HORSE
  20. 16. THE YOUNG DRONE-MAKER
  21. 17. AN AMBUSH
  22. 18. MURDER AND RETRIBUTION
  23. 19. NEW RECRUITS
  24. 20. BUNGALOW NUMBER 105
  25. 21. A STEP INTO THE PAST
  26. 22. TRAINING
  27. 23. GIVING INDIA A ‘THOUSAND CUTS’
  28. 24. THE GAME BEGINS
  29. 25. SHOOT TO KILL
  30. 26. KRAV MAGA, KALI AND TRACKING SKILLS
  31. 27. THE MIND OF NAWAZ
  32. 28. KEY CONCEPTS
  33. 29. THE SACRIFICE
  34. 30. ‘ONCE IS A COINCIDENCE, TWICE IS ENEMY ACTION’
  35. 31. FIRST CONTACT WITH THE ENEMY
  36. 32. BREAKTHROUGH IN KISHANGANJ
  37. 33. ROAD TO THAMEL
  38. 34. THE EAGLES ARE FLYING
  39. 35. KARACHI APPOINTMENT WITH LeT BOSSES
  40. 36. DAWN AT BAYT AL-MUJAHIDEEN
  41. 37. RPGs AND DUCKING LIVE BULLETS
  42. 38. SAFFRON MILK AND A GAME OF CHESS
  43. 39. RETURN TO INDIA
  44. 40. THE FIRST ASSIGNMENT
  45. 41. LOOKING FOR ATIF
  46. 42. TERROR ON A PLATE
  47. 43. MURDER IN THE DARK
  48. 44. RING THE BELLS
  49. 45. THE TOAST OF LeT
  50. 46. BACK TO THE DEN
  51. 47. ‘YOU COULD KILL JUST TWO, BABAR?’
  52. 48. FIRST TARGET
  53. 49. DEHRADUN
  54. 50. TIME FOR REVENGE
  55. 51. TERROR AT BVP HEADQUARTERS
  56. 52. KARACHI IN MOURNING
  57. 53. GUNNING FOR THE CM
  58. 54. A SUMMONS TO KARACHI
  59. 55. A SERIES OF BOMBINGS
  60. 56. BREACHING THE BASTION
  61. 57. THE LAST HURRAH
  62. 58. ATTACKING THE CRPF CITADEL
  63. 59. A PROMOTION
  64. 60. THE NIGHT OF 26/11
  65. About the Authors

‘This is a basic course spread over twenty-one days and after this are tougher courses that turn coal into Koh-i-Noor. So let’s not waste any more time and begin with a prayer. We are going to offer the night prayer, which is offered after the nightly prayer and before the first prayer of the day. It is an optional prayer, beyond the five daily obligatory prayers. Even though it is optional, its observance will give you divine inner strength and understanding,’ the Ustaad said.

The recruits knelt in prayer. Thereafter, they offered the dawn prayer, which is performed just before dawn. It is the first of the five daily prayers.

‘The time of the dawn prayer is a time of light and spiritual blessings,’ the Ustaad explained. ‘There is a saying that whoever performs the dawn prayer and the prayer before sunset will get blessed.’

Thereafter, it was time for prayers and requests. ‘To stay on the path of justice and holy struggle, to undo the wrongs done to the community. Repeat after me,’ the Ustaad instructed.

As the prayers ended, the Ustaad bellowed, ‘Now join me for a run, boys!’ and led the trainees around the perimeter of the plateau. Twelve rounds later, during which a few recruits slumped to the ground with exhaustion and had to be carried off the track to recuperate in a tent, the boys returned to the PT ground.

‘Now that your bodies have warmed up, it’s time to do some physical exercises,’ the Ustaad said. His aide, Kamal Afridi, stepped up and faced the trainees, who stood lined up in ten rows, each of which had ten recruits.

‘We begin with spot-jogging for three minutes, then we will do crunches and sit-ups,’ Afridi shouted at the top of his voice.

After the arduous physical training session, the recruits were given a simple but nourishing breakfast of milk, eggs and fruit. This was followed by a class on religious education and current affairs, which was taken by a cleric.

After that was a class on the handling of weapons. The Ustaad was joined by another instructor, who told the recruits to address him as ‘Chhote Ustaad ji’. Both the ustaads were almost identical in height (six feet), form (muscled) and the precise way in which they carried themselves.

‘Are they from the ISI or the Pakistani army?’ Sahil whispered to Atharv.

‘They must be from the Pakistani army. They look like professionals. But what’s the difference?’ Atharv responded.

There was a range of weapons laid out on tables draped with white sheets: AK-47s, AK-56s, AK-74s, Mauser pistols, .303 rifles, self-loading rifles and M16 automatic rifles, among several other kinds.