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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

‘A moment spent in jihad gives you far more rewards than even a million prayers offered at the Kaaba, that too on the night of Lailat-ur-Qadr, the pious night of Ramadan, janaab. Babaji told me this.’

‘You are a lowly killer, and so is Al-Cheema. Both of you will die like dogs. Your religion, the noble religion of Islam, does not have place for terrorists like you, remember that.’

Shekhar fell silent, and for a long time both men stayed quiet, exhausted. Shekhar lit up a cigarette again.

Shekhar signalled to Anvay to switch off the tape recorder and camera that were installed in the room.

Shekhar turned to Salim. ‘It’s late, Farhan. You will get your dinner, then you should sleep. We begin at 3 a.m. again.’

Half an hour later, Salim got his dinner. When he was done, he requested Anvay for another cigarette. He was given a bed sheet, a blanket and a glass of water at the end of his first day at the Special Squad’s regional headquarters.

On the fifth floor, Shekhar was listening to the tapes of Farhan’s confession for the third time. He had spent ten years dealing with Pakistan-sponsored terror and sabotage activities, but he knew that the current assignment could dwarf the challenges he had encountered so far.

Later, he sent an encrypted text message to his superiors: ‘The Pakistani kid, who was nabbed at the border in 1996, had revealed Farhan’s (alias Salim) presence in India. He spoke the truth. Hyderabad’s Salim, who is in our custody, has confessed to being Farhan, who arrived from Pakistan to never return. He led a few LeT–ISI sleeper modules and had been plotting serial blasts on Ganesh Chaturthi in Hyderabad. Interrogation is on. I will update further. Shekhar.’

6. AN ENCOUNTER

6

AN ENCOUNTER

It was pitch dark and silent. Not a soul could be seen on the wide Khemkaran–Kasur road in Punjab’s Khemkaran town, which lies barely a few kilometres away from the India–Pakistan border. At 3.12 a.m. on 14 January 1996, the stillness was broken by bursts of gunfire that continued for a couple of minutes.

The bullets were being traded by members of a police night patrol team and unidentified persons who were using a truck as their shield. The patrol team had received information from military intelligence about the arrival of three Pakistani intruders on a specific terror mission and had been halting all vehicles on the roads for inspection. The occupants of this truck, however, had taken a long time to produce their travel documents and licences and had finally opened fire with their weapons, AK-47s, hidden only inches from where they sat.