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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

Clad in white track pants and black-blue check T-shirts, a hundred young men and teenagers were performing a combination of army-style physical exercises, karate moves and stick–sword drills in the large grounds of Jai Ambey High School and Junior College in Mumbai. The school, located in Kurla East, had been set up sixty years ago by the founder of the Bharatiya Vikas Parishad (BVP), which described itself as ‘a Hindu socio-cultural group’. A ‘patriotic’ outfit, its members believed in action for the ‘right’ causes, according to BVP. The school, among the hundred such set up across the country, was established as part of the socio-cultural initiatives undertaken by BVP founder Shankarrao Abhyankar (1905–1970) to uplift Hindu society. Abhyankar, who had participated in the country’s freedom movement as a Gandhian, later turned apolitical and devoted his life to community service, including in the fields of education, culture and socio-economic upliftment.

The morning meeting-cum-exercise session of the BVP volunteers went on for about half an hour under the watchful eyes of Vyayam Pramukh (Exercise Head) Vishnu Kelkar, a lawyer-cum-social activist. The session ended with the congregation paying its respects to the national tricolour and the BVP flag, which had motifs from the flags of iconic medieval Indian warrior-kings Maharana Pratap and Prithviraj Chauhan.

The seventy-year-old Vishnu, fondly known as Vishnu dada to the BVP volunteers, was about to kick-start his rickety blue Vespa scooter when his old friend, Raghuvir Sawant, arrived.

Sawant had retired as an assistant secretary with CTC five years ago and still performed select assignments for his old agency. He was called in for tasks that required the set of skills and contacts he had acquired over the thirty-five years that he had worked for CTC. Operation Trojan Horse was one such CTC mission that would require Sawant’s services.

Shekhar had called him two days ago and had requested him to be a part of the operation. He had asked Sawant to find suitable recruits for Operation Trojan Horse, men who would be willing to go to Pakistan. Sawant had promised to do his best for CTC, as always.

‘Vishnuji, namaskar! How are you? How are the BVP and its followers, your wards?’ Sawant asked.

‘I am fine and so are the BVP and my children. All thanks to your blessings, Raghuvir ji. Tell me, what brings you here after all these months? All is well, I hope?’ Kelkar asked.

‘I am back at work, Vishnuji. My organization needs my services. It brought me out of retirement, again,’ said Sawant. ‘I need volunteers for a secret mission that will need supreme sacrifices, including personal, from the participants. Excellent care will be taken of the volunteers, in terms of salaries, of course. The volunteers must be told that they will have to re-invent themselves as per the needs of the mission and there is no choice to say no once they commit.