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Air Commodore Indradeep Ghosh was not in the best of moods as he struggled to reach the Himalaya in time for dinner. Normally, the prospect of a meal at the Himalaya, one of the best...
Editor: Read Chapter XLIV here.
When surrounded by the police, Holambe and the three other Maoists put up their hands in the air and surrendered without a fight, an action, which saved their lives. They were whisked away to a...
Editor: Read Chapter XV here.
Indradeep and his wife lived in Chistye Prudy, an old and prestigious Moscow neighbourhood, which got its name from Chisty Prud, a large pond which saw boats in summer and ice-skaters in winter. Less than...
Editor: Read Chapter XLII here.
The four policemen who raided Opesh’s bangle shop in Dadar did not believe in playing by the rules. For one, they came in an unmarked Tata Sumo. Instead of showing Opesh an arrest warrant, they...
Editor: Read Chapter XXVI here.
Yaroslav was in a terrible mood ever since he heard that Indian security forces had killed a large group of men who had been on their way to attack another building. Sergei was yet to...
Editor: Read Chapter XXV here.
Opesh’s wife was not pleased to see Ravi and she knew that Opesh would be even less pleased when he came home that night. Ravi was totally dishevelled and Holambe asked for some food to...
Editor: Read Chapter XLVI here.
When Rajesh met the Police Commissioner to hand in his resignation, the latter pretended to be shocked beyond words.
‘You are making a big mistake young man. You did a brilliant job in coming up with...
Editor: Read Chapter XVI here.
‘I can’t believe we didn’t find any useful finger prints!’ the DGP rumbled.
‘Sir, we’ve done our best,’ the Additional DGP who headed the Crime Branch, which in turn controlled the finger print bureau, said. ‘At...
Editor: Read Chapter XLVII here.
Rajesh’s wedding took place in Kochi inside a wedding hall which comfortably seated over a thousand people. It was sweltering hot outside, as might be expected in Kerala in mid-April, but those attending the wedding...
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When a saree clad, working class woman in her early thirties landed up outside Sampat, the building in Chembur where Tarun owned a flat and in which Yaroslav had stayed, the security guards barely stirred...
