This story is purely a work of fiction. All characters and events in this story are completely fictional. Any resemblance in whole or in part to real people, living or dead, or any events is purely coincidental.
Dheeraj was a happy man tonight. Why wouldn't he be? He was about to receive 30 Crores for organizing a drug deal. He just spoke to Gaurav who was confident about the deal taking place tomorrow without any hassles.
This was the biggest drug deal that he had handled, probably bigger than the biggest India had ever witnessed. It was a month back that he was asked to find a potential buyer in India for the American dealer. It took Dheeraj some time to finally find someone. He only met Gaurav, who represented the buyer during the talks. Once the deal gets over, 30 Crores is his for just acting as the middleman. "If everything goes well tomorrow..."
Pranoy, an upcoming businessman, was not as lucky as Dheeraj and was trying hard to catch some sleep, at the other end of the city. It was like this for Pranoy for the last 2 weeks, from when he received the first of the many anonymous phone calls.
Pranoy was not much different from many other successful businessmen in India. To surge ahead even Pranoy had to take paths which were not pleasant. Somebody just found out a lead that could connect him to a famous political murder, with which he accidentally got involved, that he thought was very well covered after so many years. They had decided to meet tomorrow to settle the whole thing.
If this leaks out then he would be spending the rest of his life in jail, and he didn't want that to happen at any cost. Pranoy closed his eyes, though he knew that he couldn't sleep. "If everything goes well tomorrow..."
Gaurav's boss was spending the night planning for the day ahead. "Poor Dheeraj and Gaurav" he thought, "What ever happens tomorrow, those 2 would be dead anyway". It was impossible to pay up the money that the American demanded. But he wanted the drugs anyway. And the only way to get it was by force.
His agents were good at tracking down all members of the American gang that landed in India. They scattered themselves within the city, to avoid being captured if something goes bad. "Not bad, but not good enough to save you all" he thought. Now its up to his men to finish them all off and he had a very good plan to cover up the entire operation too. "If everything goes well tomorrow..."
Pranoy met with the blackmailer, by 10:30pm next day, at the Railway station, but was not given the evidence that he was promised. "You won't stop milking me for money huh? I bet you'll regret your decision!", thought Pranoy and just pressed the send button on his mobile phone to send a message that he had composed earlier. The blackmailer left in some time and Pranoy merely smiled.
Gaurav's boss had a busy day making sure his plans worked to perfection, and he was sure it would, based on the progress he made so far. He merely turned on the TV and waited for the action to begin.
Gaurav reached the hotel as he was asked to by 10:45 at night and met Dheeraj there. The American came a while later. Everything went fine till a gunshot killed the American. Gaurav started running but a bullet found him too. Before taking his last breath, he saw Dheeraj lying dead among many others. The guns didn't stop firing that night.
Gaurav's boss was getting live updates of the "terrorist attack" that he had planned. It was 2 days since it all started, and the attacks still went on, even after all his targets were dead. "They are worth the money they were paid." It took some meticulous planning to make it all look like a terrorist attack and it worked. The vague clues given to the intelligence was his agents' idea and that too worked to perfection. The only thing that he couldn't understand was a bomb blast that killed a man in a car.
The man who triggered the explosion in the car couldn't understand the gunfire that killed his boss near the railway station.
David Abraham, the underworld kingpin, could only smile watching the news on TV that related him to the attacks!
