I am not a Terrorist chapter 1

Chapter 1
July14th, 2005
Emirates Airlines flight EK615, EK516 from Islamabad-Dubai-Delhi had touchdown at Indira
Gandhi International Airport, New Delhi. The aircraft had turned off the active runway and was
taxiing to the gate. The flight attendant announced, “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Indira
Gandhi International Airport, New Delhi. Local time is 14.45 hours and the temperature is 39
degree Celsius… For your safety and comfort, please remain seated with your seat belts fastened
until the Captain turns off the Fasten Seat Belt sign. This will indicate that we have parked at the
gate and that it is safe for you to move about...”
Meera Mehra opened her eyes, saw that people had already started taking out their bags from
overhead bins, ignoring the advice of flight attendant. She remained seated on her seat. Men
standing on the aisle were looking down at her from the corner of their eyes, and women with
envious eyes.
Meera had a milky white complexion and was five feet six inches tall. She had a lovely face with
almond shaped black eyes, aquiline nose and beautiful pink lips. She had high cheekbones, and
her hair was jet black and thick. She had a figure of a model, which would make most of the
Bollywood heroines envious, yet she was unaware of how beautiful she was.
“…On behalf of Emirates Airlines and the entire crew, I’d like to thank you for joining us on this
trip and we are looking forward to seeing you on board again in the near future. Have a nice
day!”
The flight had taken 11 hours and 50 minutes including the stopover at Dubai. Meera had
boarded the flight at 3.10am in the morning and now it was 2.45pm. She had not slept a blink in
last twenty-four hours. Although she’d kept her eyes closed most of the time, she couldn’t sleep
because of the excitement. She wanted to reach her office in Delhi and inform her bosses the
information she had received the previous day.
At around 2pm, the previous day, she just had finished her lunch in the canteen of High
Commission of India, when her cell phone had started ringing. The call was from someone who
called her only when he had some urgent message for her. He was her most reliable asset in
Pakistan.
She picked up her phone. “Yes?”
“Islamabad Golf Club, 4pm.” and the call got disconnected.

Meera smiled to herself. She knew this person never wasted any time or word.
She knew the drill. She would have to reach the Golf Club at least half an hour before appointed
time and she would have to call someone to meet her there at least 15 minutes after the appointed
time. It was to give impression to anyone following her that she had gone there to meet someone
else. Her contact would contact her at 4pm, give or take a few minutes.
She decided to call Fatima Siddiq, a correspondent of Pakistan Observer. She dialed the number
on her mobile.
The call was picked up immediately, “Hello?” She heard Fatima’s voice.
“Hi Fatima”
“Hi Meera, what can I do for you today?”
“Can we meet?”
“Sure, When?”
“At 4.15pm, in Islamabad Golf Club.”
“Sure.”
“Thanks. See you then. Bye.” She disconnected the call and looked at her watch.
She had enough time for the meeting. She decided to finish some of her pending work before she
left for the meeting. She went to her office, which was on the first floor of the building.
The moment she sat on her chair, her intercom started buzzing. She picked it up. It was Brigadier
Raman Rastogi, the Defence and Military Adviser, “Conference room. 5 minutes” was all he
said. Before she could respond, he kept the phone down.
She guessed the Brigadier must have some sensitive information. That was the reason he had
called her to the conference room, because that was the only room in the High Commission,
which couldn’t be bugged. Because it was guarded by two armed guards twenty-four hours a
day. As per the rule, High Commission had to hire lower staff locally, and most of them were
planted there by ISI. In spite of doing an electronic sweep every morning, they would find bugs
planted in offices of the senior staff. They would pull them off only to find it replaced the next
morning.
Meera had been working as First Secretary in Press & Information Wing of the High
Commission of India, Islamabad, Pakistan since last two years. This wing of the High
Commission provided information on Government of India's policies, as well as general
information relating to India. It was also responsible for issuing Press Releases and maintaining

regular contact with the Pakistanis and ethnic media. She had developed good contacts and
developed a good rapport with local media and police in Pakistan during last two years. This was
her cover. Other than the High Commissioner, Deputy High Commissioner and Defence Wing
personnel, no one knew who she actually was. Actually, she was a senior RAW Officer and was
station chief of RAW in Pakistan.
Her main job was counter intelligence and her main objecting was to find and kill Abdul Nadir, a
dreaded terrorist, and the right hand man of Hafez Saeed – one of the founders of Lashkar-e-
Taiba. She had agreed to join RAW with the sole purpose of destroying Lashkar-e-Taiba and
killing Abdul Nadir. She had a personal grudge against him.
After joining RAW, she had read the dossier of Abdul Nadir.
Abdul Nadir was born in Srinagar, India in 1945. His father was Major in British Army and had
fought and died in Second World War. After partition of India, his mother along with some of
her relatives had moved to Islamabad. In his growing years, his mother and uncles had told him
about his birthplace and kept reminding him that the Jammu and Kashmir could have become a
part of Pakistan but India had taken it from them. Since childhood, Abdul hated India and
Indians. He was a brilliant student and had joined Pakistan military after his graduation. He had
fought in Indo-Pakistani War of 1971. The war started on 3rd December and Pakistan was
defeated by 16th December 1971. The war had lasted just 13 days, and it was considered one of
the shortest wars in the history. After the war, East Pakistan had officially seceded from Pakistan
on 26 March 1971 and became an independent country - Bangladesh. Between 90,000 and
93,000 members of the Pakistan Armed Forces including paramilitary personnel were taken as
Prisoners of War by the Indian Army. This humiliating defeat infuriated Abdul even more. After
the 1971 war, he joined ISI, the Inter-Services Intelligence, which was the premier intelligence
service of Pakistan. Since then he had masterminded several terrorist attacks in Jammu and
Kashmir, and other parts of India.
When Lashkar-e-Taiba was founded in 1990 by Hafez Saeed, Abdullah Azzam and Zafar Iqbal
in Afghanistan, Abdul was one of the first members to join them. Lashkar-e-Taiba with its
headquarters based in Muridke, near Lahore in Punjab province of Pakistan, became the most
active terrorist organizations in South Asia. Lashkar-e-Taiba also operated several training
camps in Pakistan-administered Kashmir.

Meera always felt the name of this organization a mockery. ‘What could be righteous about
killing innocent people?’ she would think, because ‘Lashkar-e-Taiba’ means ‘Army of the
Good’, translated as ‘Army of the Righteous or Army of the Pure’.
She came out of her office and walked to the conference room, which was on the same floor.
Both the guards standing outside the conference room saluted her and open the door for her.
Brigadier Raman Rastogi was already sitting at the table. Moment she took seat near him, he
said, “While you were talking your lunch, there was a call for you on the secured line.”
Meera didn’t say anything, she simply lifted her eyebrows.
“Your Joint Secretary wants you in Delhi ASAP. He said something urgent has come up. He
wants you to be present in a briefing tomorrow evening. Your ticket has been booked on
Emirates Airlines flight EK615 departing at 3.10am tomorrow morning.”
“Did he say anything else?” asked Meera.
“No… nothing. You people love to play games and keep things a secret.” Brigadier smiled.
Meera smiled and nodded then left the conference room.
From her office she called her driver and asked him to bring the official car to the porch. When
she reached down, the car was idling at porch, the driver opened the back door and when she
climbed into the car, he closed the door. When he sat behind the wheel, he looked back.
“Islamabad Golf Club.” said Meera.
Driver nodded and started the car. Meera was familiar with roads. She was looking out at the
now familiar sight. Car came out on Street 4. It went straight for some time then took left from
Embassy of Japan building, then took right on Khyaban-e-Suhrwasdry Road. Immediately after
crossing Embassy for France the car took left turn and crossed Kashmir Highway. After the car
passed National Convention Centre, it came on Club Road. Then the car took a roundabout at
Kashmir Chowk and came on Mureen Road. After passing Islamabad Club, the car took right
turn and stopped at Islamabad Golf Club. Guards at the gate saluted her and opened the gate.
When driver stopped the car at porch and opened the door for her, she climbed out of the car and
went inside the club. She walked straight to the garden restaurant and selected a corner table.
Islamabad Golf Club was one the most popular clubs in Islamabad. There was a waiting period
of 25 years for a new membership. However, all senior staff of all the Embassies get the
membership in this club immediately on joining. Although she had never played golf, she liked
coming to this club. She found this club one of the best places to meet her contacts.

She looked at her watch. It was showing 3.45pm. When a waiter came, she ordered a coffee. By
the time coffee was served, time was 3.55pm. She saw a different waiter, other than the one who
had served her, was walking towards her with a billfold in his hand. He was her contact. He
stood near the table; he was blocking her view from the counter on the other end.
He smiled, “Anything else Madam?”
“No, Thank you.”
“Will you sign or pay Madam?”
“Pay…Cash”. She picked up her purse and opened it to take out the cash.
“Abdul Nadir is planning a terrorist attack in India…” It was almost a wisher.
“Huuh?” She looked up without changing her expression then immediately looked down and
whispered, “Sorry…continue.”
“Abdul Nadir is planning a terrorist attack in India soon. This time targets are top military
officials and some politicians. They are using one of your own people who has turned.”
“What do you mean…one of our people?”
“Don’t know…this is all I got.”
Meera put five hundred Pakistani rupees note in the billfold.
The man said, “Thank you, Madam,” and picked up the billfold and started walking towards the
billing counter.
Meera continued sitting there; trying to digest the information she had just received. Message
was important but she had nothing to go on. She decided to discuss this with her bosses the next
day after the briefing. Then her thought went to the message the Brigadier had given her in the
afternoon, ‘What could be so important that the Joint Secretary had asked me to come to India
urgently?’ She thought.
She felt rather than saw someone walking towards her. She looked up. Fatima Siddiq was
walking towards her with a bright smile on her face. She looked beautiful, as always. She was
wearing a light pink Patiala Shalwar and embroidered full sleeve Kameez, and a pink Duppatta
was covering her head.
Meera stood up, extended her hand welcoming her. Fatima shook her hand warmly.
“Nice to see you again, Fatima, how are you? How is work?” asked Meera.
The both sat down.

“Nothing great. You tell me. Are you giving me something or do you want something?” said
Fatima with a bright smile.
An idea flashed in Meera mind, she asked, “Do you have any idea how many prisoners Pakistan
is releasing this year?”
“You also know that exchange will take place in Wagah border on 20th July. Pakistan is planning
to release 190 prisoners this year.” Then she lowered her voice, “I think there are four POWs
amongst these 190 prisoners and all others are fishermen.”
Meera’s heart skipped several beats, “What?”… then she realized that she had said that loudly,
she lowered her voice, “What? Prisoner of War? Which war?”
Fatima looked nervous, “See nothing is official about it, Ok? I heard this somewhere. Please do
not quote me anywhere.”
“Have I ever let you down? Don’t worry. What else do you know?”
“Only that Pakistan will release four POWs who were captured during Kargil war. This is not
official yet; our Government will announce it in a day or two.”
“There is no official record of any POWs with us. Pakistan also had not declared that they were
holding any POWs. Can you get me their name?”
“No way. I told you. This is unofficial. I got this information from a top Army Officer, whom I
…” Fatima stopped herself.
Meera nodded. “In any case we will get their names soon, if this is actually happening.”
“Give me something to justify my meeting with you. You know how it is here. ISI will know
about our meeting. Who knows…they may already know about it. I have to give some important
Indian news to my editor the moment I reach my office.” said Fatima.
“Ok, our External Affairs Minister is going for a five nation European tour within next fifteen
days. This information has not been released to Indian press yet.”
“Ok. This will do for now.” said Fatima
“What would you like to have?”
“Coffee will do.”
Meera called a waiter and ordered.
Meera came out of the reverie and opened her eyes. People have already started walking towards
the exit of the plane. She got up. As she was only carrying a handbag, she came out of airport

immediately through the diplomatic exit. Her car was waiting on the tarmac. Moment she
climbed into the car and sat on the back seat, she said, “Office.”
She took out her mobile and called a number. When she heard a familiar voice, she said, “ Sir, I
am on the way to office.”
“Meera, you go home. Take some rest, freshen up then come to office. Briefing is at 7pm. We
have called all our team,” said the Joint Secretary, Vikram Singh.
“Sir, I don’t know what this briefing is about, but I have some very important information; I
want to share this with you before the briefing. This is urgent and important.” Meera urged.
‘Ok, Come. I will be waiting for you in my office.” said Vikram before disconnected the call.
Head Office of RAW was situated on Lodhi Road. It was about 16km from Airport. Normally,
without traffic it would take only 20minutes. Now it was 5.10pm. It was time of heavy traffic. It
took her about 45 minutes to reach her office.
She showed her ID card to the guards at the entrance and then went straight to the banks of lifts
and took a lift to seventh floor. She passed a long corridor and came to a large reception area.
Assistant sitting on the reception desk stood up, “Good Evening, Ms. Meera. You go right in. He
is waiting for you.”
Without breaking her strides, Meera said, “Thank you, Sapna” and went to a door and knocked.
Without waiting for any answer, she opened and entered in to a spacious room.
A thin man with white hair was sitting behind a large table. He got up, “Good Evening, Meera.
How was your trip? ” His tone was as if Meera had come back to office after a long holiday.
“Good Evening Sir. Trip was fine, Thank you.” Meera replied with a smile.
When Meera sat on a chair opposite him, he sat back and asked, “Tell me what is so urgent?”
“Sir, my source in Pakistan has informed me last evening that Pakistan is going to release four
POWs on 20th July and …”
“Wait…” he interrupted Meera, “What POWs?”
“These POWs are our Army Jawans captured by Pakistani military during Kargil war. But this
information is not official yet. Pakistan is going to release 190 prisoners including these four
POWs and they are going declare the names of all the prisoners they are going to release in a day
or two. I understand India is also going to release some prisoners on the same day.”

“Yes that is true. We are exchanging prisoners on Wagah border on the 20th of July. But there is
no mention of any POWs by Pakistan. It is shocking. We didn’t even know our soldiers were
kept prisoners in Pakistan. Those Bastards”
“Sir, I have something even more shocking.” Meera waited for his reaction.
There was no reaction on Joint Secretary’s face. He was waiting for Meera to continue.
“Sir, I will repeat my contact’s exact words, he told me – ‘Abdul Nadir is planning a terrorist
attack in India soon. This time targets are top military officials and some politicians. They are
using one of your people who has turned’.”
“Turned? What did he mean? asked Vikram.
“He meant turned…turned into a terrorist…working for Abdul Nadir.”
“You mean, your Abdul Nadir has turned one of these Jawans into a terrorist and planning to
plant him in India as his asset.” Vikram said incredulously, “Why did he not drop him near LOC
and make it look like he has escaped? That is the way they send their men to India. Is not it?”
“Because he is playing a bigger game and knows this way no one would suspect a thing. Sir, they
will be in India on 20th, that gives us only four days.”
“What do you mean…only four days…to do what?”
“To set up a surveillance team for each of them, as we don’t know who is Abdul Nadir’s man
and also we have to tap their phones, wire their houses and cars, if they have. We need to know
whom they meet or call in India. We need to know who his handler in India and Pakistan is.”
“You want to do all these just on a basis of an information you got from your asset and without
any shred of proof?” he asked incredulously, “What proof do you have to get this sanctioned?
Secretary will never agree to this, you also know that.”
“Yes, Sir, that is the reason I am asking you. Sir please…” Meera pleaded.
“No. I can’t sanction this on your hunch and I will not do anything without Secretary’s approval.
Also I will not even ask him for this unless you give me some solid proof. Get me some proof,
something to convince him… then I will do whatever you say.”
“Sir, if I am right… if one of them is a terrorist then we can save lots of lives.”
“See, there are so many ‘ifs’ are there. We do not work on the basis of ‘ifs’. End of discussion.
Ok?” He set both his palm flat on the table and looked straight into her eyes.
Seeing the finality in his eyes, all she could say was, “Yes Sir.”

Sapna knocked on the door, and peeked through the half-opened door. “Sir, everybody has
assembled in projection room, waiting for you.” Then she closed the door.
“Come I want you to see something.” Vikram got up.
Meera followed him out of the room. They walked together to the projection room. When they
entered the projection room, she saw, all the Joint Secretaries of Area I to IV present in the
conference room including Joint Secretary in charge of Electronic Technical Section and Admin.
There were around 15 senior filed officers of all Areas. Her Area 1 covered Pakistan, Area 2 –
China and South Asia, Area III - Middle East and Africa and Area IV covered other Countries.
There was a large white screen on the front wall. Everyone was sitting around a long rectangular
table. Secretary of RAW, Major General Manoj Varma was sitting at the head of the table. Her
boss, Vikram, went near the screen and picked up a remote control from a table. Meera took a
seat.
Vikram look around the room, “Ok, people. Two days ago US Marines received a tip off that
Hafiz Muhammad Saeed is hiding in a safe house on the outskirts of Kabul. They had received
the video footage of him entering into the safe house. They immediately planned an attack. On
the same night ten US Marines stormed the place. They killed ten associates of Hafiz Saeed, who
were present in the safe house, but they didn’t find Hafiz Saeed – he had escaped. When they
searched the premises, they found this… look am going to show you a footage, which was sent
to us by our embassy in Kabul… Lights”
Room became dark for a moment then the screen lit up. It was showing US Marines storming
into the house, killing terrorist on the way. Then the Marines breaking open the main door of the
house and firing, and killing terrorists. After five minutes the firing stopped. Camera showed the
footage of different rooms and from every room one by one they heard, “all clear”. Then a voice
called out, “Sir, come here, you must see this.” Camera moved in the direction of voice and
showed Marines entering into a large room. There was another door in the room on the far side
and the door was locked with a padlock. One of the Marines broke the lock and opened the door
and entered it. He shouted, “Don’t move… stay where you are. Make no movement.” Camera
showed, a man squatting on the ground. He was covering his ears with hands. Two marines took
him by hand and lifted him up. Man’s long hair and beard were matted. Then man whispered, “I
am an Indian... Indian Air Force”
One of Marines asked, “What did you say?”

“I am an Indian. My name is Flight Lieutenant Rahul Varma. I am an Indian Air Force pilot.”
“Bring him out of this rat hole… let’s go.” One of the Marines said.
The suddenly screed became dark and the room plunged into darkness for a few seconds and
then lights came on.
Vikram looked around the room jubilantly, “That was two days ago. We have checked this out.
His is our man. A war hero is coming home. Let’s welcome him back friends.”
Everyone in the room was smiling and clapping, except Meera. Now she was sure who had been
turned into a terrorist and coming back home to kill his own people. It was her gut feeling that
Flight Lieutenant Rahul Varma was the person on whom she had to put surveillance and not on
the four Jawans. ‘Pakistan army had joined hands with Abdul Nadir and they are plying a much
bigger game’- she thought.
Vikram was saying, “People, our hero is returning home day after tomorrow. Our Defence
Minister and Home Minister will be at the airport to receive him. Let’s all give him a warm
welcome.”
Everyone in the room stood up, clapping and cheering. Meera’s mind was in turmoil. She
wanted to shout – ‘there is nothing to cheer about, people. A terrorist is coming home to destroy
us.’ But she couldn’t say anything. She didn’t want to make a fool of herself. She thought she
would discuss with Joint Secretary once again, and try to convince him.
Everyone went to the Secretary Major General Manoj Varma and congratulated him. Manoj
thanked everyone. Meera saw the happy and bright face of Manoj Varma. Flight Lieutenant
Rahul Varma was his son, who was presumed missing in action – presumed dead. Now suddenly
he was found and coming back home as a war hero. She can understand Manoj Varma’s feeling.
She wished her hunch was wrong. Her heart went out for Manoj Varma. She saw people had
started leaving the projection room. She didn’t have to the guts to go to Manoj Varma and
congratulate him and also she was not sure if she could pretend nothing was wrong. She had a
very strong feeling that Manoj Varma’s son was coming back home with ulterior motive.
Meera went out of the conference room and stood just outside the door. When Vikram passed
her, she said, “Sir, can you give me five minutes?”
He looked at her for a moment then said, “Ok, come” and started walking towards his office.
Meera followed him.

When they were seated in his office, Meera said, “Sir, I have a strong feeling that this Flight
Lieutenant Rahul Varma is Abdul Nadir’s plant…”
Look in Vikram’s eyes stopped her.
“Sir, please trust me…this is my gut feeling...”
“Stop this Meera. I can clearly see now…you are simply obsessed with Abdul Nadir. You want
to take revenge, I understand. This was the reason you have joined RAW but I had made it very
clear to you since beginning that you would never take things personally. You are a fine
operative and we are all very proud to have you with us.” He looked at her sternly, “I had trusted
to you once and had gone ahead with your ‘gut feeling’. Then you were sure that Abdul Nadir
was hiding in a safe house in Peshawar. You even showed us a video clipping. But you know
what happened…we end up killing civilians, women and children, and there was no sign of
Abdul Nadir.”
“Sir, my information was correct,” she said defiantly, “that was the collateral damage. That
bastard was hiding behind women and children. He somehow got a whiff of our action. He knew
we are going to strike and escaped. I told you…he himself had…” She stopped again, she
realized that she was shouting. She lowered her voice, “You also have seen the clipping of our
attack…there were many other blasts even after our drone attack. Sir, Abdul Nadir himself had
planted those bombs…”
“That is enough...stop it Meera. I don’t want to listen to you anymore. Collateral damage…
haan… you bloody fool… what is the difference between you and those terrorists. If you want
any action, get me some proof or don’t come to me with your ‘Gut Feeling’. Now get out.” His
voice was low and vicious.
Meera was seething with anger, she got up and went out of his office, then walked to her office
in the same floor. She sat on the chair and leaned back, and closed her eyes.
***
Peshawar event flashed in her mind. She was sure she had killed Abdul Nadir that day, but she
was in for a shock. She later she realized that Abdul Nadir had planned everything, he had
sacrificed his men, women and children, and she got the blame. She would never forget that
fateful day.
On 9th of June last year, she was in her office in Islamabad High Commission. At about 3pm she
received a call from one of her assets, “Madam, I have something very important for you. But I

can’t come… I am sending one of my men. Drive your car by French Embassy…a man will stop
you and ask you for direction. While giving you a piece of paper to read the address, he will slip
a pen-drive in your hand. Time is very short. You have to act fast. At 7 O’ Clock, the bird will
fly. Hurry. You know who I am talking about.”
Immediately after disconnecting the call she ran down the stairs and took an un-marked car. As
soon as she got the pen drive she rushed back to her office. She knew the information was about
Abdul Nadir, her man had been able to get his location and Abdul would leave that location by
7pm.
When she looked into the content of pen-drive she was in for a shock. It was not only Abdul
Nadir, other three most wanted terrorists were also there with him in that location. This was a
once in a lifetime opportunity for her. She immediately called an emergency meeting in the
conference room.
RAW team along with Defence and Military Adviser team were sitting around the team. Meera
had just showed them the video.
“Let me brief you,” Meera looked around the room, “What we saw in the video was Abdul
walking into his house in Peshawar with the founders of Lashkar-e-Taiba - Hafez Saeed,
Abdullah Azzam and Zafar Iqbal. This is once in a life time kind of opportunity…”
“What you do plan to do?” Brigadier Raman Rastogi interrupted her.
“Let us kill them…what else?”
“How?”
“That is why I have called this meeting. Suggest me.” Meera said, “Is it 3.35pm now and I was
informed that he will be there in this location till 7pm. That gives us little more than 3 hours. Is it
possible to arrange a ground attack?”
“No…not at all.” Everyone looked at Brigadier Raman. “One – time is very short to arrange an
assault team and send them there. Second – even if we are able to reach our assault team there in
time, it will very difficult to penetrate in that house. We have seen, the house is in the center of
village, plus whole of village roads are like a maze. No… it is not at all possible to launch a
ground attack.”
“What other option do we have?” she asked.
“We can take CIA’s help and arrange a drone attack.” One of her RAW agents said.

“I agree.” said Brigadier Raman, “To me it looks like the only possible way of taking them out.
But the big question is – why will they help us?”
“They will help us because we both are fighting the same war against these terrorists.” Said
Meera firmly.
“Ok, then go ahead, talk to them.” said Brigadier Raman
Meera dialed a number on her mobile, “Hi David, can you come to my office now…it is very
urgent...Good…see you soon.” She looked around, “David is a CIA agent in Islamabad
American Embassy. He will be with us within fifteen minutes.”
Then she looked around and said, “Let me check with Joint Secretary if he has seen the video
clipping.” She picked up the scrambler phone and dialed, and kept it on speaker so everyone
could hear. The call was picked up immediately, every one heard Vikram’s voice, “Yes.”
“Sir, Meera here. Did you see the video?”
“Yes, I have. Secretary also had seen it. How authentic is this?”
“This is from one of my deep asset. That is all I know. But…yes…it looks authentic.”
“What is your plan?”
“As we do not have much time to launch ground attack, we are planning to ask for CIA’s help
for drone attack. It seems… that is the only way we have to take them out. An agent of CIA will
be with us soon. Let us see if they agree to help us.”
“Let me know as soon as you have CIA’s confirmation. I in the mean time, I will check with the
Secretary and take his approval. But it seems there are many civilians in and around that
house…”
“Sir, everyone living with Abdul Nadir knows that he is a terrorist. They are supporting him.
Supporters of a terrorist are terrorists. Let them pay the price. However, I will see to it that there
are minimum casualties.”
“You are on the ground. I leave it to you to decide. Call me after your meeting with CIA.”
At 6.30pm they were all sitting in communication room and watching the video of Abdul Nadir’s
house being transmitted by four drones. There were four large TV screens; each was showing the
image of the house from a different angle. House was large and it was in the center of the
village, there was a school like structure near the house and a Masjid next to it. There were four
SUVs parked outside Abdul Nadir’s house.

David had earlier informed that each drone was armed with two AGM-114 Hellfire air-to-surface
missiles.
They were watching the screen since last thirty and looking for any sign of Abdul and other
terrorists. Then they saw four men in white pathanies and white netted skullcap walking out of
the house and around ten-twelve men were surrounding them.
Meera exclaimed, “It is them. It is them.”
Man sitting with controls turned back and asked, “Ma’am, what do you say?”
Meera looked around for support, everyone kept quite.
She then looked at Brigadier Raman. He shrugged, “It is your call. I am not sure if those people
are who we think they are. There is no way of identifying them.”
Without any warning, they saw people at Abdul’ house started running. Some men ran inside the
house, some towards the Masjid.
“Ma’am, it is now or never?” said the man with control, “they must have seen our drones.”
Meera took a deep breath, “Yes…take them out.”
A few seconds later, they saw missiles exploding on the ground. There were eight flashes one
after another. But to every one’s surprise, flashes of a little lower intensity started flashing from
other parts of the house, nearby buildings, school building and Masjid.
“What the hell was that?” Meera asked bewildered.
“It must be the bombs they have stored there.” said Brigadier Raman, “Anyway,
congratulations! You finally took those bastards out. Let us break this news to Media.”
“No…not now…I want confirmed news that those four have died in this attack. We will wait
until tomorrow morning.” Meera said thoughtfully.
Everyone disbursed after some time. Meera went to her room. It was a long day for her. She was
lying on the bed. There was a loud knock at the door. She looked at the wall clock. It was 11pm.
She opened the door. It was one of her men, a worried expression on his face, “Ma’am you must
watch the news on the TV.”
She ran to communication room with him. She found her team watching news on the TV.
Brigadier Raman was also there. A grim expression was there on his face.
On the TV there were images of bodies of hundreds of men, women and children lying around
the village. Then image of Abdul Nadir appeared on the screen, he was condemning RAW and

CIA for the dastardly attack on his house and for killing his loved ones. He claimed that at the
time of done attack he was in Kabul.
At that moment, she realized that Abdul Nadir had planned the whole event. He had killed his
own people just to blame RAW and CIA. Her whole body shook with rage.
***
She opened her eyes. She got up and came out of her office. It was time for her to go home.
***
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