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being conducted. He motioned to the other policemen to stop. Turning to the policeman standing next to him, he asked, 'How did we capture this gandu?'
    'Parab Saheb, we received an anonymous tip-off by some woman who called the control room.'
    Parab walked up to Tanvir, whose hands were tied to a rope that hung from the ceiling.
    'Sir, please call ACP Hani and ask him about me!' pleaded Tanvir through his pain.
    Without warning, Parab spat on Tanvir's face. 'You harami! I'm from the Crime Branch. If I have not heard of this ACP Hani, he doesn't exist.'
    'He exists. Please believe me.' Tanvir swallowed as he launched into his story. 'From the way he operates, I think ACP Hani is from a top-secret section of the ATS. He contacted me six months back. He told me that after 26/11, a few more Pakistanis had entered Mumbai. A man called Aalamzeb was suspected to be their leader. The ATS had come to know that a big blast was being planned.'
    The policemen in the room stood shocked. Tanvir continued, 'ACP Hani told me that these people were Pakistanis hiding amongst Muslims in Mumbai. Therefore, he needed an unknown Muslim, who would never be suspected and who could get to Aalamzeb's through a Kamathipura prostitute called Rabia, his mistress. I was instructed to visit Rabia as a client and then fake love for her. Since during earlier operations using regular policemen, their identity would get revealed and Aalamzeb would disappear, the need of the hour was to be discreet and operate using local people. That's why my help was important.'
    Parab chided him now, 'Haan zarur\ A man with three attempted murders on his name would be the perfect choice to save this crazy city'.
    Tanvir controlled his anger at the police officer's pompous attitude. 'ACP Hani asked for my help in averting the carnage planned by these terrorists, and that was the reason I decided to be a part of his operation.'
    Parab was still full of bluff and bluster. 'Achcha, so, how come we poor Crime Branch officers don't know anything about this so-called operation, whilst a third-rate chutiya like you does?'
    Without hesitation, Tanvir spat out, 'I told you already, ACP Hani wanted to avoid details of the operation getting leaked out to stupid maadarchods like you, who don't know of anything beyond hafta vasooli.'
    This time, the blow with a leather-booted foot was aimed straight at Tanvir's testicles. There was no attempt whatsoever to hide the marks. Tanvir doubled over in excruciating pain. Parab sneered, 'There will be no jail for you, lundfakir, just a straight "encounter" killing.'
    Tanvir didn't hear the last part as he fainted due to the pain.
    In an adjoining room, Rabia had been forced to stand and watch the proceeding through a one-way mirror panel.
    She broke down in a flood of tears as she heard the story.
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    It was not often that a senior officer like Parab visited the Robert Circle lockup in person, so the entire staff was in attendance. Parab sat like a feudal lord astride a desk in the office room. The mood in the room was upbeat, and the fawning inspectors and constables who had gathered were sharing a rare jocularity. Vada paos, along with chai, had been devoured, and the duty constable had just delivered his latest punchline in a string of bawdy jokes. But the laughter reverberating off the walls was cut short at the sight of the grim-faced ACP Hani striding into the main office area.
    The ACP, still dressed in his municipal jamadar uniform, was accompanied by a group of plain clothes policemen, dressed in an assortment of street civvies. The laughing policemen of Robert Circle took one look at this motley group, and their mood switched from lax to alert. A policeman knows when he was in the company of the elite of his ilk. The ACP strode up to Parab and asked, 'So, are you the one who ordered the operation...sir?'
    Parab was still recovering from the sudden shift in mood in the room. 'Who are you?' he asked in turn, confused.
    Without replying,