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Pankaj Holwani had spent the evening going through his account books before he set out for his routine walk down Marine Drive. Earlier that day, he had reviewed the new security arrangements in place for his...
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Rajesh and Anjali were back on talking terms, but conversations didn’t last long. Rajesh asked himself if he was still in love with her. He had sometimes been on the verge of telling her that...
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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...
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Indradeep seemed to be staring out of the window as he held his phone to his ear, but he did not notice the young men and women skating on the frozen surface of Chisty Prud.
‘He’s...
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The next day at quarter past five, Tarun left on his own, stopping only to remind Sanket and Niranjan that they must ensure the men travelled to Kalwa either singly or in twos after the...
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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...
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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...
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Rajesh woke up bright and early and called Anjali.
‘How do you feel today?’ he asked her.
‘I’ve decided to forgive you. It’s not really your fault. Let’s make the best of this week,’ she said. Rajesh...
Editor: Read Chapter XXXVI here.
When Rajesh reached Avinash’s chawl in Goregaon, he was met by a Deputy Central Intelligence Officer from the Intelligence Bureau, who had three sub-ordinate officers with him. Rajesh was accompanied by an Inspector and two...
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Yaroslav nearly spilt his coffee when the pretty newsreader on TV announced the attacks in Mumbai. He was at breakfast with his wife and fourteen-year old son who was in his school uniform. His wife...
