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F.I.R

Few days Passed.


Srinu was in the kitchen with Ganga, helping her prepare breakfast, when his phone rang. Surprised by the call, he wiped his hands on a kitchen towel and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" he answered, a hint of curiosity in his voice.
Srinu: Hello?

security officer Constable: Good morning, Mr. Srinu. This is Constable Sharma from the local security officer station. I'm calling regarding the incident that occurred a few weeks ago, where you were attacked.

Srinu: Yes, Constable Sharma. How can I help you?

Constable Sharma: We've made some progress in our investigation, and I have some news to share with you. We've recovered your bike.

Srinu: (Surprised) Really? That's great news! Is it in good condition?

Constable Sharma: Yes, sir. We found it abandoned in the parking lot of the theater where you were attacked. It seems to be in good shape, not damaged at all.

Srinu: (Relieved) Thank you so much for letting me know, Constable Sharma. I appreciate your efforts.

Constable Sharma: You're welcome, sir. We'll need you to come down to the station to provide a formal statement about the incident and to collect your bike. Can you come in sometime today?

Srinu: Absolutely. I'll make my way there as soon as possible.

Constable Sharma: Perfect. We'll be waiting for you. Take care, sir.

Srinu: Thank you, Constable Sharma. Goodbye.

With a mixture of relief and anticipation, Srinu hung up the phone, eager to share the news with Ganga.
Srinu: Ganga, guess what? That was the security officer on the phone. They found my bike!

Ganga: (Excited) Really? That's fantastic news! Is it okay? Did they say anything else?

Srinu: Yes, they found it in the theater parking lot. And get this—it's not damaged at all!

Ganga: (Relieved) Oh, thank goodness! That's such a relief. I'm so glad they found it and that it's safe.

Srinu: Me too. I have to go down to the security officer station to give a statement and collect it. Are you coming with me?

Ganga: (Stirring a pot on the stove) I wish I could, Srinu, but I've got my hands full here. Plus, I'm sure you can handle it on your own, right?

Srinu: (Smiling) Yeah, I'll manage. But I'll miss having you there. 

Ganga: (Turning to face him with a smile) Don't worry, I'll be here when you get back. And we can celebrate having your bike back in one piece together.

Srinu: (Nods) Sounds like a plan. I'll be back soon.

With a quick nod, Srinu heads out the door, leaving Ganga to continue her work in the kitchen. Though she couldn't accompany him, her support echoed in his mind as he made his way to the security officer station.

As Srinu boarded the bus to the security officer station, he found a seat by the window and settled in for the journey. The bus hummed to life, and the familiar sights of the city passed by outside the window. Despite the anticipation of retrieving his bike, Srinu's mind wandered back to the events of the past few weeks.

Thoughts of the attack and the hospital stay lingered in his mind, mingling with feelings of gratitude for his recovery and relief at finally being discharged. He couldn't shake the sense of unease about what had transpired and the unanswered questions that still lingered. 
He quickly realized that the theater and under-construction building where the attack took place was in enroute between his home and security officer station.
As he traveled towards the security officer station, passing by the theater and the under-construction building where the attack took place, Srinu couldn't help but feel a surge of mixed emotions.

The sight of the theater brought back memories of that dreadful night, the fear and confusion still fresh in his mind. The thought of what had transpired there, the violence and the unknown assailants, sent a shiver down his spine.

As the bus rumbled past the under-construction building, Srinu couldn't help but steal a glance at the darkened structure. It stood there silently, a stark reminder of the danger that had lurked within its shadows.

Despite the unease that crept over him, Srinu remained determined to see this through. He knew that facing the security officer and retrieving his bike were crucial steps towards closure, towards putting this ordeal behind him once and for all. With a deep breath, he steeled himself for what lay ahead, ready to confront whatever challenges awaited him.

The security officer station stood tall and imposing, its red-brick facade weathered by years of duty. Positioned at a busy intersection in the heart of the city, it was a beacon of authority amidst the hustle and bustle of urban life. As Srinu approached its entrance, he couldn't help but feel a sense of apprehension mingled with determination.

Upon stepping inside, he found himself in a spacious lobby adorned with wooden benches and metal chairs, where people sat patiently awaiting their turn. The air was permeated with the scent of stale coffee and the faint murmur of conversations echoing off the walls.

To his left, a row of glass windows marked the reception area, where officers attended to the needs of visitors with a blend of efficiency and stern professionalism. Behind them, a bulletin board displayed notices and wanted posters, reminders of the station's ongoing efforts to uphold law and order.

Directly ahead, a wide corridor led deeper into the building, lined with offices and interrogation rooms, their doors closed to maintain privacy. Srinu could hear the occasional click-clack of typewriters and the muffled sound of voices engaged in serious discussion.

As he made his way further inside, he passed by a holding area, where suspects sat on wooden benches, their expressions ranging from defiance to resignation. The air in this section was tinged with tension, a reminder of the station's role in maintaining peace and security.

Despite the somber atmosphere, there was an underlying sense of purpose that permeated the station – a commitment to serving the community and upholding the principles of justice. And as Srinu awaited his meeting with the investigating officer, he couldn't help but feel a surge of determination to seek answers and closure for himself and his loved ones.

A constable noticed him and approached with a courteous nod.

"Good morning, sir. How can I assist you today?" the constable inquired, his tone professional yet welcoming.

Srinu explained his purpose for being there, mentioning the phone call he had received regarding his bike. The constable nodded understandingly and gestured for Srinu to follow him.

"Of course, sir. Please follow me, I'll take you to the officer handling your case," the constable said, leading Srinu through the bustling station.

As they walked, Srinu's mind raced with thoughts of what he would say to the officer. He rehearsed his account of the events that had unfolded that fateful night, mentally preparing himself for the conversation ahead. With each step, he grew more determined to seek justice for himself and for Ganga.

Srinu entered the officer's office, his heart pounding with anticipation. The officer, a stern-looking man with a no-nonsense demeanor, glanced up from his desk as Srinu approached.

Officer: "Ah, Mr. Srinu, please have a seat. I assume you're here about the recent developments regarding the attack?"

Srinu: "Yes, Officer. I received a call about my bike being found. Is there any progress in the investigation?"

Officer: "Indeed. We have your bike in our possession, and it seems to be in good condition. But regarding the attack, our investigation is ongoing. We've been gathering evidence and following leads."

Srinu: "I understand. Have you managed to track down Javed and ChaCha?"

Officer: "Not yet, but we're actively pursuing all leads. We've intensified our efforts to locate them, and we're hopeful of a breakthrough soon."

Srinu: "Thank you, Officer. Please let me know if there's anything I can do to assist in the investigation."

Officer: "Will do, Mr. Srinu. In the meantime, I'd like you to provide a formal statement about the incident. It will help us in our inquiries."
Srinu nodded, his eyes fixed on the officer as he listened intently. Then, the officer reached for a file on his desk, the letters "F.I.R" emblazoned on its cover.

Officer: "This is a copy of the First Information Report (F.I.R) filed regarding the incident. It contains all the details of your statement and the initial findings of our investigation. Take a look and let us know if there's anything you'd like to add or clarify."

Srinu took the file, feeling a mix of gratitude and trepidation. He knew that this document held the key to understanding the official account of what had transpired that night. With a steady hand, he opened the file and began to read through its contents.

As he flipped through the pages, the officer reached into a drawer and pulled out a familiar object – the key to Srinu's bike.

Officer: "And here's your bike key, Mr. Srinu. We found it with your bike in the theater parking lot. It seems to be in good condition, thankfully."

Srinu's heart skipped a beat as he accepted the key, a glimmer of hope igniting within him. With the F.I.R in one hand and the bike key in the other, he felt a renewed determination to seek justice for himself and Ganga.

Srinu: "Thank you, officer. I appreciate all the effort you and your team are putting into this investigation. I'll make sure to go through the F.I.R thoroughly and let you know if there's anything else I can provide."

The officer nodded, a hint of respect in his gaze as he watched Srinu leave the room. As Srinu stepped out into the sunlight, the weight of the file and the key in his hands felt like a symbol of hope amidst the uncertainty that lay ahead.
As Srinu stepped out of the security officer station, the midday sun beat down upon him, casting long shadows across the pavement. He shielded his eyes with one hand as he made his way towards the row of vehicles parked behind the station, where his bike stood among others that had been recovered by the security officer.

Approaching his bike, he felt a mix of relief and anticipation. It was a familiar sight, yet it carried with it a weight of memories from the night of the attack. With a steady hand, he inserted the key into the ignition and turned it, eliciting a satisfying purr as the engine roared to life.

Glancing around, he noticed the other vehicles – some battered and bruised, others pristine and untouched. Each one told a story of its own, a testament to the myriad incidents and accidents that brought them here.

But amidst the sea of vehicles, Srinu's bike stood out to him – not just as a mode of transportation, but as a symbol of resilience and survival. It had weathered the storm of that fateful night, just as he had, and now it was ready to carry him forward into the next chapter of his life.

With a sense of determination, Srinu mounted his bike and revved the engine, ready to ride off into the unknown. He knew that the road ahead would be challenging, but he was determined to face it head-on, armed with the strength and resilience that had brought him this far. And as he set off into the bustling streets of the city, he couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope for the future.