“Sigh!”, he took a deep breath. She didn’t come today also. Where was she? Will he ever see her? No chance! He should have known from the beginning that their love story was going to end before it started. It was good that things ended before it turned out to be disastrous.
“ Abhi!! Abhiiiii!!” , Nanda called his name out , distracting him from series of thoughts. “ We have to rush. The major needs us urgently.”, Nanda said while huffing in between. Abhinav could only understand the word ‘ major’ in the whole sentence. Instead of calming down his friend, he hurried towards his vehicle. At once, they were on the road to their destination.
A truck was being loaded with gunmen covered in thick black dress and a scarf that only disclosed their eyes. They had caliber sniper rifle in one hand and bombs around their waist. Their commander in charge switched on the speaker where their master - ( Mohi-ud-deen Abdullah ) spoke loud and clear, Brothers! Remember you are going on mission of god. God is waiting for each and everyone of you in the heaven with open hands. A gentle reminder- kill the demons and don’t think about the results. Let God be with you!” Later Mohi-ud-deen recited a quiet prayer.
He switched off the radio with one of quirky smiles. “ Fools! It is so easy to make people fools based on religious sentiments.” he thought , making a final conference call to his associates in Mumbai, Dubai , Lahore and London. “ Your work will be done in few minutes. Transfer the payment to the said account.” He cut the call and walked out of his blue room to his family. He had his lunch just like any normal family.
It didn’t care Mohi-ud-deen about the casualties of life. While everyone was burning out there, he sat with his family happily leading life he desired for years. The only thing he cared apart from his family was power in his hand. His obsession with power let him play with emotions, manipulate and influence people’s thought. He played messiah to people who put religious belief in front of everything in their lives. In the next moment, he played the service provider to politics player and businessmen whose only motive was to take advantage of every situation and make money out of that.
Mohi-ud-deen had sip of tea while his eyes was on the watch. When it struck two in the clock, he switched on the TV and surfed the news channel for the good news. He watched carefully the ticker appearing on the lower part of the screen. There was a election news, a politician’s assassination news, something about the actress duping an innocent man of his wealth and then a breaking news cropped out from nowhere. Fifteen people were killed in a truck shootout. All were militants and no civil person were injured. There was appreciation of major and his officers especially Lieutenant Abhinav’s brave move to stop the attack. Mohi-ud-deen was disappointment and with anger he threw the remote. It broke due to his impulsive throw.
(To be continued)
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