Chapters (65)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Authors’ Note
- 1. ‘IF ANYONE MOVES, FIRE MAARO’
- 2. DAWN ABDUCTION
- 3. WAITING GAME
- 4. ‘BREAKING’ SALIM
- 5. THE CONFESSION
- 6. AN ENCOUNTER
- 7. ‘LEADER IS IN INDIA ALREADY’
- 8. BABAJI’S MAN WITH NO EXIT PLAN
- 9. ‘MAN OF RESPECT’ IN HYDERABAD
- 10. TRACKING SALIM
- 11. HOLDING BACK
- 12. WHAT IS SALIM HIDING?
- 13. POULTRY FARM YIELDS 143 CHICKENS, 380 EGGS, 2 PAKISTANI ‘GUESTS’
- 14. A TOOTH FOR A TOOTH
- 15. OPERATION TROJAN HORSE
- 16. THE YOUNG DRONE-MAKER
- 17. AN AMBUSH
- 18. MURDER AND RETRIBUTION
- 19. NEW RECRUITS
- 20. BUNGALOW NUMBER 105
- 21. A STEP INTO THE PAST
- 22. TRAINING
- 23. GIVING INDIA A ‘THOUSAND CUTS’
- 24. THE GAME BEGINS
- 25. SHOOT TO KILL
- 26. KRAV MAGA, KALI AND TRACKING SKILLS
- 27. THE MIND OF NAWAZ
- 28. KEY CONCEPTS
- 29. THE SACRIFICE
- 30. ‘ONCE IS A COINCIDENCE, TWICE IS ENEMY ACTION’
- 31. FIRST CONTACT WITH THE ENEMY
- 32. BREAKTHROUGH IN KISHANGANJ
- 33. ROAD TO THAMEL
- 34. THE EAGLES ARE FLYING
- 35. KARACHI APPOINTMENT WITH LeT BOSSES
- 36. DAWN AT BAYT AL-MUJAHIDEEN
- 37. RPGs AND DUCKING LIVE BULLETS
- 38. SAFFRON MILK AND A GAME OF CHESS
- 39. RETURN TO INDIA
- 40. THE FIRST ASSIGNMENT
- 41. LOOKING FOR ATIF
- 42. TERROR ON A PLATE
- 43. MURDER IN THE DARK
- 44. RING THE BELLS
- 45. THE TOAST OF LeT
- 46. BACK TO THE DEN
- 47. ‘YOU COULD KILL JUST TWO, BABAR?’
- 48. FIRST TARGET
- 49. DEHRADUN
- 50. TIME FOR REVENGE
- 51. TERROR AT BVP HEADQUARTERS
- 52. KARACHI IN MOURNING
- 53. GUNNING FOR THE CM
- 54. A SUMMONS TO KARACHI
- 55. A SERIES OF BOMBINGS
- 56. BREACHING THE BASTION
- 57. THE LAST HURRAH
- 58. ATTACKING THE CRPF CITADEL
- 59. A PROMOTION
- 60. THE NIGHT OF 26/11
- About the Authors
‘At six feet, with a muscular frame, he was our school cricket team’s fast bowler. Not only was he fast, he could swing the ball too, which was a gift. Anyway, if you were a friend and in need of help, you would find Rana there, especially if somebody needed to be bashed up.
‘Rana settled down in life, got married and had a daughter, Ahaana. She was a delight. At six years of age, she was never short of stories to tell – they could be about some game she played, or the birds, cats and dogs she had seen from the balcony, or about her friends Ziah or Jiaan. When I went to visit, she would look at me with curiosity and smile, with a twinkle in her eyes. It would make my day.
‘But then everything changed on the afternoon of 12 March 1993. On that day, Rana had taken his daughter to his office for the first time. He worked for Canara Bank, and his office was in the Alankar commercial complex in Nariman Point. His office building was next to the Air India building.
‘Rana took Ahaana to his office that day because he wanted to take her to Byculla zoo in the afternoon. He had promised to show her Whitey, the Siberian tiger, the zoo’s newest crowd-puller.
‘At around 2, as Rana was getting ready to leave with Ahaana, a loud explosion shook the entire building. Outside the window, Rana caught a glimpse of a cloud of dust billowing from the neighbouring Air India building. Within seconds, the floor and walls around Rana and Ahaana had cracked open. The floor caved in, taking everyone including Rana and Ahaana down with it. The two of them were among the hundreds of victims of the Bombay serial blasts of 12 March 1993, the biggest terror strike that had been perpetrated on Indians thus far.
‘The terrorists had used IED-rigged cars and scooters, as these bombs are particularly effective in blowing up buildings. The Air India complex and the Bombay Stock Exchange were hit. There were hand grenade attacks on the fishermen’s colony in Mahim.
‘Rana did not survive the blast. Only his right hand, its fingers still clutching two Byculla zoo tickets, was retrieved from the tonnes of rubble that he lay buried under. Ahaana lay injured and semi-conscious a few feet away from her father. She would later tell Kasturi Bhabhi that all she could remember was her Papa pushing her away after a loud boom shook the Alankar building.
‘Ahaana recovered, but she lost her speech. Kasturi Bhabhi got a clerk’s job at the bank, on compassionate grounds. Rana had been a senior zonal manager and had looked after his family well; now they are struggling and alone. Their planet lost its sun.