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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

Exactly a month later, the Ganesh Chaturthi procession, a famous event in Hyderabad’s social calendar, would make its way past the Ganesh temple that Salim visited often, to the Musi River. Shekhar knew he was running against time to prevent the carnage Salim had been planning for.

11. HOLDING BACK

11

HOLDING BACK

The large TV screen in Shekhar’s residence flickered. A female news anchor was giving an update on a recent encounter in Jammu.

‘There were only two men, dressed in deep-blue pathani suits, but they managed to engage thirty-six-odd soldiers and commandos of the Indian Army’s quick-response unit, which was deployed to smoke them out,’ she reported.

‘After a fierce gun battle lasting ninety minutes, a search of the site and the terrorists’ combat packs revealed that they were carrying nine spare AK-47 magazines, eight hand grenades and two Pakistani army-issued curved daggers, meant for its elite Special Services Group commandos.’

At the crack of dawn, the two men had fired a volley of shots at the sentries standing guard at the army’s residential compound on Sydenham Road in Jammu. The duo had rammed a truck into the entrance gate, broken it open and then jumped out of the vehicle with their guns blazing. They had then walked, in no apparent hurry, to the two-storey building located at the end of the road, which housed the mess, the games and recreation centre as well as a modest library. They had taken up positions on the first and second floors, shooting at anyone who came close. Two snipers from the army shot them in their heads eventually.

At the end of the firefight, the army counted its casualties. Seven had died, including the sentries and a twenty-four-year-old lieutenant who had joined the army’s elite para-commandos only a month ago.

The chatter later intercepted by the CTC communications team and the army’s signals wing caught LeT commander Al-Cheema rejoicing over the success of their operation led by just one commander, Abu Anas.

India’s minister of defence, A. Bhadrakumar, warned Pakistan that it would have to pay for orchestrating a cowardly terrorist attack on the families of army men.

Shekhar switched off the television in his drawing room, wore his sneakers and went out for his daily four-kilometre jog. It was 7.00 a.m. He came back an hour later, bathed, ate a light breakfast and left his house. An hour later, he arrived at the unmarked detention facility where Salim aka Farhan was being held.

He was told that Salim had dozed off in his cell after having breakfast.

‘Wake up the Pakistani rat and drag him to the interrogation room,’ Shekhar instructed one of the guards.

Salim, his hands tied behind his back with a plastic restrainer, was hauled to the interrogation room. He had a scowl on his face and bloodshot eyes. He was asleep when the guard arrived in his cell and kicked him.