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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

‘You are a good Muslim!’ Al-Wali said. ‘But are you also skilled in carrying a gun or even a knife, fabricating an IED and shooting at an enemy? If not, I have no use for bookish, intellectual types here. It seems the Doctor erred in sending you here … I will have to talk to him about this.’ Al-Wali was stern.

‘Ji, janaab, I may not have done these things before but I have two other traits instead. I think I have it in me to attain proficiency in all of these functions if you train me well and, secondly, I have the burning desire to turn out as a loyal soldier of the community who will make all of you proud one day,’ Atharv offered. He knew he will have to impress Al-Wali with claims of having a strong commitment to LeT’s agenda against India to get inducted as he did not have any combat background to show. He was getting the sense that Al-Wali was a driven jihadist and was probing his commitment.

‘Do you know what is jihad?’ Al-Wali continued to question Atharv.

‘Our elders teach us how to submit ourselves for the good of humanity, how to become God-fearing, honourable persons and good Muslims. Jihad is the struggle to make oneself better and the fight to get justice and what is right. This is what I have understood,’ Atharv said.

‘Let me tell you something. Even a moment spent in jihad will get you more divine blessings than a million hours spent in namaz at the holy place. You will understand this one day,’ Al-Wali said.

‘Jaan doge kya yalgaar pe? The path on which we travel makes us put shrouds over our heads,’ Al-Wali said.

‘I want to offer my life, which is the goal. The spectacle of death is what that put me on this journey, sir. My life is not important. What is important is restoring the community’s respect and enhancing its prestige,’ Atharv declared.

‘You are a passionate young man. We need men like you,’ Al-Wali said approvingly while looking at Atharv unblinkingly.

‘Here, these are the forms that the five of you, the friends of the Doctor, have to fill up. You need to provide information on your immediate family, your friends and your educational qualifications.’

Al-Wali further added that the forms, once filled, would be handed over to Naseer Javed, who was in charge of training recruits and was a Kashmir veteran. Naseer had been deployed in Sopore in Jammu and Kashmir for six years and had had several encounters with Indian security forces.

‘Sure, we will fill them up,’ Atharv said.

Apart from Al-Wali and Atharv, in the room were Nirav, Anant, Rohit and Sahil. Rohit and Sahil stood a little apart from Atharv, Anant and Nirav.