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(CHAPTER CONTINUES)
The next morning as promised Hemant took Anjali to the Law Enforcement Office to lodge a complaint. The official took all the details but then suddenly stopped when Hemant mentioned the name Rafique. He made Anjali to sit outside while he talked to Hemant.
"Sir , this man Rafique , he has several cases in the past. His elder brother is a political hitman. The corporator of that area is their prime funder. Lodging a complaint will only make your life a big problem. Those people have huge influence. Not so long ago , A family dared to complain against him and one night the entire family suddenly vanished from their house with no trace. I am saying this with your best interest sir , instead of lodging a complaint. Go and talk with the corporator of that area. He is a good man and he will find a solution to your problem"
Hemant sat there thinking about it. The officer waited for his response. After some time Hemant finally asked.
"I would like to meet the officer in charge of SDCAW!"
The officer looked more upset hearing Hemant's request.
Anjali was sitting outside with baited breaths. Then Hemant walked out from the room and waved at her. They both were then walking to the upper section of the station. They walked into the SDCAW office. Anjali read the full form of it on the boad.
Special Department for Crimes Against Women.
A Female Officer was sitting on the chair as Anjali read the name on the plackard below.
Sanjana Ranawat , Deputy Commissioner and Head of SDCAW.
Sanjana rotated and faced Hemant and the moment they looked at each other , it felt like time was stopping down. They both stared at each other longingly. Sanjana was stunned seeing Hemant here , Hemant was stunned seeing Sanjana. When he saw her , only one vision came in his mind.
It was more than 10 years back. It was the one of the hostel room of the girls at the famous St.Xaviers college. Only moans and skin slapping can be heard. In the shower of that hostel room , Sanjana was getting fucked , and fucked real good by Hemant!
"Oh fuck yes!" Sanjana shouted as she bounced her meaty ass of hers back against his cock that was giving her pussy quite the beating. Sanjana didn't mind one bit and only continued to push back against him, screaming and begging for more. His left hand found her breast his right wrapped around her and played with her pulsing clit.
"Hemant! Oh fuck you're going to make me cum. Ooooo shittt!" Was all the warning Hemant was given before she exploded all around his cock. Hemant was close as well but grit his teeth and held on as this ravishing girl who would later be a security officer officer continued to spasm all around his throbbing cock.
Hemant turned Sanjana around again once her orgasm had passed. He kissed her as he lifted her from her feet and pressed her against the shower wall. She wrapped her long legs around his waist and soon enough Hemant was back to fucking her wonderful pussy once more.
Hemant was close to Cumming and he was no longer holding back. His strokes were strong hard and erratic. He only had one thing in mind. He wanted to fill this beautiful lady with all of his cum. She had wanted it, she had earned it and she was going to get it.
"Oh Sanju, oh my god... Sanju ooohhhh fuck!" Hemant groaned as he felt his cock explode and send what felt like a gallon of cum into her demanding pussy. Hemant rested his head against her shoulder as he erupted until there was nothing left in him.
Hemant gently brought Sanjana back to her feet and kissed her once more as the after effects of their orgasms wore off.
"Oh Hemant!"
"Oh Hemant!"
"Bhaiya!"
Hemant sat there thinking about it. The officer waited for his response. After some time Hemant finally asked.
"I would like to meet the officer in charge of SDCAW!"
The officer looked more upset hearing Hemant's request.
Anjali was sitting outside with baited breaths. Then Hemant walked out from the room and waved at her. They both were then walking to the upper section of the station. They walked into the SDCAW office. Anjali read the full form of it on the boad.
Special Department for Crimes Against Women.
A Female Officer was sitting on the chair as Anjali read the name on the plackard below.
Sanjana Ranawat , Deputy Commissioner and Head of SDCAW.
Sanjana rotated and faced Hemant and the moment they looked at each other , it felt like time was stopping down. They both stared at each other longingly. Sanjana was stunned seeing Hemant here , Hemant was stunned seeing Sanjana. When he saw her , only one vision came in his mind.
It was more than 10 years back. It was the one of the hostel room of the girls at the famous St.Xaviers college. Only moans and skin slapping can be heard. In the shower of that hostel room , Sanjana was getting fucked , and fucked real good by Hemant!
"Oh fuck yes!" Sanjana shouted as she bounced her meaty ass of hers back against his cock that was giving her pussy quite the beating. Sanjana didn't mind one bit and only continued to push back against him, screaming and begging for more. His left hand found her breast his right wrapped around her and played with her pulsing clit.
"Hemant! Oh fuck you're going to make me cum. Ooooo shittt!" Was all the warning Hemant was given before she exploded all around his cock. Hemant was close as well but grit his teeth and held on as this ravishing girl who would later be a security officer officer continued to spasm all around his throbbing cock.
Hemant turned Sanjana around again once her orgasm had passed. He kissed her as he lifted her from her feet and pressed her against the shower wall. She wrapped her long legs around his waist and soon enough Hemant was back to fucking her wonderful pussy once more.
Hemant was close to Cumming and he was no longer holding back. His strokes were strong hard and erratic. He only had one thing in mind. He wanted to fill this beautiful lady with all of his cum. She had wanted it, she had earned it and she was going to get it.
"Oh Sanju, oh my god... Sanju ooohhhh fuck!" Hemant groaned as he felt his cock explode and send what felt like a gallon of cum into her demanding pussy. Hemant rested his head against her shoulder as he erupted until there was nothing left in him.
Hemant gently brought Sanjana back to her feet and kissed her once more as the after effects of their orgasms wore off.
"Oh Hemant!"
"Oh Hemant!"
"Bhaiya!"
Hemant returned to reality as he noticed Anjali calling him. Anjali was confused seeing Hemant in a trance. Hemant gained some composure.
"Umm , good morning Mrs.Sanjana , I came here to file a complaint regarding an incident with my sister"
Anjali liked the way Hemant called her his sister.
"Sure , what can I do for you , and what is your name young lady"
"Umm , Anjali , Anjali Sharma."
"Okay Anjali , tell me what happened."
Anjali then went in detail on what happened. Sanjana listened to her complete story in patience and attention. After hearing her complete story , Sanjana sat there thinking about it. After some time , Sanjana told Anjali to sit outside so she could talk to Hemant in private.
Anjali once again sat at the outside bench. This time she didn't had to sit there for longer than she did downstairs as Hemant walked out.
"Let's go Anju."
"Is it done"
"Yeah , I've taken care of it , there won't be a problem anymore"
Both Hemant and Anjali arrived at Sonarika's office place. Sonarika was there arriving at the lobby along with Meghna and Vikram.
"So , everything went well?" Sonarika asked.
"Yeah , we've taken care of it. I need to speak with the corporator of that area. I hear he is a reasonable individual and we can sort this issue without any ruckus further"
"Ruckus? What are you talking about?"
"The folks involved are some highly influential people , and if we file a legal complaint we will be creating new problems in the future. The people involved behind this are quiet influential"
"Yeah so what? We just back off. This ain't 1990 Hemant?"
"I understand"
"Did you not file the complaint"
"No bu---"
"OMG I cannot believe this"
"Sona list--"
"There are things that cannot be solved with sweet talks and pat on the back Mr. Hemant Kumar...I actually believed you were man enough to defend your family but you are far worse" Meghna went on a rant making a scene.
"Anju...come with me...I'll deal with this.." Sonarika said in an angry tone.
"I am coming with you Sonarika" Meghna said violently pushing Hemant off the way.
"Sona listen---" Hemant once again asked.
"NOT ANOTHER WORD HEMANT , NOT ANOTHER WORD!" Sonarika gave a complete angry glare towards Hemant as he stood there dissappointed.
"That was a bad call Hemant" Vikram said as he walked to his car seemingly following Sonarika's.
Hemant stood there with some people watching him passing gossips. Hemant walked away. He has taken a day off from the office so he decided to roam in one of his favorite gardens. Upon reaching the park, he chose to sit on a bench to take a breather.
After some time, a group of men strolled past, clearly enjoying themselves. Among them, a familiar face appeared and glanced in Hemant's direction.
"ROY!"
"EGGHEAD!!"
The two old friends greeted each other with joy. Hemant could hardly believe it—it was Roy Harper, his old friend from training camp after college. Their friendship went way back, and Roy knew much of Hemant’s past as if it were an open book. However, they had lost touch over the years, and now was the time to reconnect and reminisce about old times.
They conversed about many things—life, family, marriage, and profession. Roy, who was now built like a rock, couldn’t resist taking quick jabs at Hemant for being out of shape. As the conversation went on, Hemant began sharing details about his life, and soon the discussion took a more interesting turn.
" Woa......I gotta say.........I am really surprised seeing you.........like this......."
" Its been a while Harper......"
" yeah........and it seems time wasn't fair with you........."
" What do you mean? "
" I knew you since college.........you were a hardcore action type of guy........one who stands in the fore front............and now here you are sitting on your overweight ass doing desk jobs........"
" Well......its pays well.........better than you to be honest........"
" Yeah.....and at what cost.........this? " Harper said pointing to his pot belly.
" Hey...I am a father after all....."
" WHAT...you have a kid! "
" Yes I am a boy dad! "
" How old is he."
" He is 6....a real good boy!"
" He better be....his daddy sacrificed his body for him..."
" Nothing is a sacrifice for him....its just life.."
Harper took a few seconds of silence before talking to Hemant.
" Hey man...I am saying this honestly...I am happy that you're living.."
Hemant nodded in agreement.
"I mean...after everything...you found your path!"
Just that mention made Hemant remember some of the traumatic moments. Harper noticed him struggling and his hands tensing.
"Hey...relax...I am sorry.."
"Don't be Roy...Its just..."
"I know...I can understand"
"You can?"
"I've been in the field for years now...I too have my share of trauma...but...the loved ones...they always make those trauma feel like just a scratch....you need to see it that way man...."
Hemant stayed calm as Harper continued.
"You don't need to move on buddy...you need to evolve...to adapt..you need to seek the best parts of you and create a you that empowers and builds you with will...because right now I am just seeing a man trying to punish himself..."
Harper put a hand on Hemant's shoulder , patting him making him understand.
"Your loved ones don't deserve that...if you learn to evolve...the past won't haunt you...you can reshape your mindset and you can truly adapt...become the hero you project to your son..."
"Why do you say that Roy? Why should I do that?"
"Because you're holding yourself back...this dismay of disappointment...it comes to you because deep down...you missed what you were...but then there is the fear...which justifies your current state.."
Hemant understood his wording and realized the wisdom in his talks.
" So you're free for the day...." Harper asked.
" Yup....." Hemant responded.
" Fantastic.....lets go to my camp.......I wanna introduce you to my new recruits......"
Harper seemed more excited than Hemant as they finally arrived at a private camp in Madh Island. Hemant noticed the logo of ANVIL, a private military corporation, displayed prominently. He observed the training procedures and exercises the new recruits underwent, feeling a mix of admiration and unease. While he found it fascinating, it also reignited the guilt he had carried for years. Eventually, Harper gathered his recruits and brought Hemant to the shooting gallery.
“Now everyone is familiar with handling a gun… but another important factor in this is memory” Harper announced, his word choices striking Hemant as peculiar.
Harper continued
“Now, here’s my old pal. He used to be a warrior, and some habits die hard. Right now, you’re going to see him run our usual firing course—with just a Desert Eagle!”
Hemant was stunned. He hadn’t touched a gun in over ten years, and now Harper wanted him to run a shooting session. The thought of embarrassing himself in front of everyone filled him with dread. Nervously, he pulled Harper aside.
“Are you crazy? I haven’t practiced in a lifetime. If I do this, I’ll embarrass myself,” Hemant whispered urgently.
“Relax, Egghead” Harper said with a reassuring grin. “You’ll understand why I’m doing this once you run the course. I’m already sending you in with kid gloves—in the shape of a Desert Eagle.”
“Roy, you don’t underst—”
“Just run it. Trust me. Your life will change the moment you complete this course.”
Conflicted and scared, Hemant reluctantly stepped into the gallery and collected the Desert Eagle. The armorer handed him four additional magazines, indicating a slightly lengthy course ahead. Hemant prepared himself, though his nerves made the handgun feel heavier than it was. Soon, the speaker announced, “STAGE 1.”
Targets appeared, and Hemant started shooting. Though the recoil was difficult to manage, he hit his targets, regardless of precision. By the end of Stage 1, Hemant felt his fear dissipate, replaced by a newfound confidence he hadn’t experienced in years.
Stage 2 began, this time with moving targets instead of stationary ones. Hemant continued to perform, hitting most of the targets and catching Harper’s approving smile. By the end of the stage, Hemant was surprised at how much his confidence had grown.
When Stage 3 commenced, Hemant was more focused and determined than he had been in years. This stage combined the popping targets of Stage 1 with the moving targets of Stage 2, presenting a greater challenge. Despite the difficulty, Hemant pushed himself to his limits and managed to hit all the targets. As the stage concluded, he stood motionless for a few moments, catching his breath. Sweat dripped from his face as he placed the gun down. Looking up, he saw Harper standing nearby, listening to the armorer whisper something in his ear. Harper’s smile widened, and Hemant grew curious.
Harper called him over, and Hemant walked to his side, uncertain of what to expect.
“Boys” Harper began, addressing the recruits “This is my good friend. Years ago, he trained alongside me just like you’re doing now. But for the last ten years, he hasn’t touched a gun or been in the field. No practice. No exercise.”
The recruits chuckled, and Hemant felt a pang of embarrassment.
“But despite all that” Harper continued “He just ran our toughest shooting course with a handgun. And guess what? Seeing the results…” Harper paused for dramatic effect.
Hemant braced himself for a critique but was stunned when Harper declared “Ten years of no practice, and he still made it into the TOP 5 of our best shooting rankings!”
The recruits broke into applause as Hemant stood speechless. Though he managed a smile, he was still processing the revelation.
“This is what being a soldier is all about” Harper said, addressing the recruits. “My friend here might’ve lost his physique, his durability, and his strength, but he never lost his focus, commitment, and will. That’s why, even after spending a decade in the corporate world, he still made a name for himself today. Muscle memory is powerful. Push yourselves like he and I did, and I promise, what you learn here will stay with you for life.”
After dismissing the recruits, Harper and Hemant spent time interacting with the top performers, sharing tips and discussing new tools used in modern warfare. As the day went on, Hemant felt more at home than he had in years.
“Seeing something you miss?” Harper asked knowingly.
“Something like that” Hemant admitted. “Thank you, Roy, for making me see.”
“Don’t thank me” Harper replied. “It doesn’t matter which path you choose. Just don’t lose yourself along the way. There’s always a way back. You can do it.”
“What makes you so sure?” Hemant asked.
“I know you. And from my experience, you’re the only one who can. It’s time to move forward. Don’t walk—run.”
Hemant was standing outside the camp feeling a new sense of hope and determination. Something he haven't felt in a while. Harper's words made him see a clear path ahead , a path of change , a path of redemption , a path of a better tomorrow. And at that moment , Hemant made the decision. He was going to better himself , he was going to build back stronger. After leaving the camp , he arrived at his office building but rather going to the office he went to the fitness center on the ground he once used to visit.
There at the gym reception , his old colleague Venkat aka Venky was sitting.
"Hemant , long time no see"
"Don't worry , you will see me a lot from now on"
"What?"
"I am here to restart my membership , I am going to hit the gym from tomorrow morning"
"That is great news Hemant , Welcome Back!"
"Thanks , just keep the details under wraps. I want to surprise my colleagues with my improvements in due time!"
"Anytime Boss"
"See you tomorrow"
"See you Brother!"
When Hemant returned he had a sense of hope and determination. He had a different mindset now , to improve , to adapt , to evolve. He can finally be the superhero that his son sees in his dad. When he walked out from the building into the open , he felt a sense of hope , a new chapter in his life. A chapter of development , a chapter of improvement , a life where he will be better. Now the traumas no longer hurt anymore. As he saw in a distance in the sky an eagle gliding rotating over his head. He didn't feel the sense of deja vu but rather a doorway being opened. For new possiblities. , a new beginning. For the first time in a long time , he smiled seeing the eagle flying above him. This was a different Hemant now , this was no longer a man frustrated with his work life , this was a man focused on doing something better.
He left that place and happily commuted to his home with a new attitude and cheer.
When Sonarika arrived at the Law Enforcement Office , she was surprised when she noticed Vikram followed her in his own vehicle. They once again came to the same inspector Hemant and Anjali initially met , Anjali felt suffocated already to visit this place again. Meghna went on a rant on that inspector creating another scene in the office. Soon Vikram calmed them down.
"Relax Meghna , I know just to person to see , come with me"
Vikram led the way as everyone followed him upstairs. Sonarika felt a different sort of feeling towards Vikram , it was like a spark. It felt weird at first but then the feeling gave her mind some relief. They were all standing at the door to Sanjana's cabin. Vikram turned to the women.
"There is a new division in Law Enforcement called SDCAW which means Special Department for Crimes Against Women , they specialise in criminal activities like this , we will file a complaint there"
They all walked in and was greeted by Sanjana.
"Good afternoon Mam , we're here to file a complaint regarding a situation regarding this lady"
Sanjana instantly recognized Anjali Sharma.
"This is Anjali Sharma right? The Kidnapping attempt case near the medical college?"
"Yes Mam , but unfortunately due to some mysogynistic behavior from some chauvinistc idiot , her complaint wasn't filed"
Meghna said with a cold hearted tone. Sonarika was miffed by the harsh remarks Meghna used on Hemant. Sanjana couldn't help but only laugh for a few seconds.
"Have any of you talked with Hemant?" Sanjana asked.
"We came here when we learned he didn't file a complaint Mam" Vikram explained.
"Umm , good morning Mrs.Sanjana , I came here to file a complaint regarding an incident with my sister"
Anjali liked the way Hemant called her his sister.
"Sure , what can I do for you , and what is your name young lady"
"Umm , Anjali , Anjali Sharma."
"Okay Anjali , tell me what happened."
Anjali then went in detail on what happened. Sanjana listened to her complete story in patience and attention. After hearing her complete story , Sanjana sat there thinking about it. After some time , Sanjana told Anjali to sit outside so she could talk to Hemant in private.
Anjali once again sat at the outside bench. This time she didn't had to sit there for longer than she did downstairs as Hemant walked out.
"Let's go Anju."
"Is it done"
"Yeah , I've taken care of it , there won't be a problem anymore"
Both Hemant and Anjali arrived at Sonarika's office place. Sonarika was there arriving at the lobby along with Meghna and Vikram.
"So , everything went well?" Sonarika asked.
"Yeah , we've taken care of it. I need to speak with the corporator of that area. I hear he is a reasonable individual and we can sort this issue without any ruckus further"
"Ruckus? What are you talking about?"
"The folks involved are some highly influential people , and if we file a legal complaint we will be creating new problems in the future. The people involved behind this are quiet influential"
"Yeah so what? We just back off. This ain't 1990 Hemant?"
"I understand"
"Did you not file the complaint"
"No bu---"
"OMG I cannot believe this"
"Sona list--"
"There are things that cannot be solved with sweet talks and pat on the back Mr. Hemant Kumar...I actually believed you were man enough to defend your family but you are far worse" Meghna went on a rant making a scene.
"Anju...come with me...I'll deal with this.." Sonarika said in an angry tone.
"I am coming with you Sonarika" Meghna said violently pushing Hemant off the way.
"Sona listen---" Hemant once again asked.
"NOT ANOTHER WORD HEMANT , NOT ANOTHER WORD!" Sonarika gave a complete angry glare towards Hemant as he stood there dissappointed.
"That was a bad call Hemant" Vikram said as he walked to his car seemingly following Sonarika's.
Hemant stood there with some people watching him passing gossips. Hemant walked away. He has taken a day off from the office so he decided to roam in one of his favorite gardens. Upon reaching the park, he chose to sit on a bench to take a breather.
After some time, a group of men strolled past, clearly enjoying themselves. Among them, a familiar face appeared and glanced in Hemant's direction.
"ROY!"
"EGGHEAD!!"
The two old friends greeted each other with joy. Hemant could hardly believe it—it was Roy Harper, his old friend from training camp after college. Their friendship went way back, and Roy knew much of Hemant’s past as if it were an open book. However, they had lost touch over the years, and now was the time to reconnect and reminisce about old times.
They conversed about many things—life, family, marriage, and profession. Roy, who was now built like a rock, couldn’t resist taking quick jabs at Hemant for being out of shape. As the conversation went on, Hemant began sharing details about his life, and soon the discussion took a more interesting turn.
" Woa......I gotta say.........I am really surprised seeing you.........like this......."
" Its been a while Harper......"
" yeah........and it seems time wasn't fair with you........."
" What do you mean? "
" I knew you since college.........you were a hardcore action type of guy........one who stands in the fore front............and now here you are sitting on your overweight ass doing desk jobs........"
" Well......its pays well.........better than you to be honest........"
" Yeah.....and at what cost.........this? " Harper said pointing to his pot belly.
" Hey...I am a father after all....."
" WHAT...you have a kid! "
" Yes I am a boy dad! "
" How old is he."
" He is 6....a real good boy!"
" He better be....his daddy sacrificed his body for him..."
" Nothing is a sacrifice for him....its just life.."
Harper took a few seconds of silence before talking to Hemant.
" Hey man...I am saying this honestly...I am happy that you're living.."
Hemant nodded in agreement.
"I mean...after everything...you found your path!"
Just that mention made Hemant remember some of the traumatic moments. Harper noticed him struggling and his hands tensing.
"Hey...relax...I am sorry.."
"Don't be Roy...Its just..."
"I know...I can understand"
"You can?"
"I've been in the field for years now...I too have my share of trauma...but...the loved ones...they always make those trauma feel like just a scratch....you need to see it that way man...."
Hemant stayed calm as Harper continued.
"You don't need to move on buddy...you need to evolve...to adapt..you need to seek the best parts of you and create a you that empowers and builds you with will...because right now I am just seeing a man trying to punish himself..."
Harper put a hand on Hemant's shoulder , patting him making him understand.
"Your loved ones don't deserve that...if you learn to evolve...the past won't haunt you...you can reshape your mindset and you can truly adapt...become the hero you project to your son..."
"Why do you say that Roy? Why should I do that?"
"Because you're holding yourself back...this dismay of disappointment...it comes to you because deep down...you missed what you were...but then there is the fear...which justifies your current state.."
Hemant understood his wording and realized the wisdom in his talks.
" So you're free for the day...." Harper asked.
" Yup....." Hemant responded.
" Fantastic.....lets go to my camp.......I wanna introduce you to my new recruits......"
Harper seemed more excited than Hemant as they finally arrived at a private camp in Madh Island. Hemant noticed the logo of ANVIL, a private military corporation, displayed prominently. He observed the training procedures and exercises the new recruits underwent, feeling a mix of admiration and unease. While he found it fascinating, it also reignited the guilt he had carried for years. Eventually, Harper gathered his recruits and brought Hemant to the shooting gallery.
“Now everyone is familiar with handling a gun… but another important factor in this is memory” Harper announced, his word choices striking Hemant as peculiar.
Harper continued
“Now, here’s my old pal. He used to be a warrior, and some habits die hard. Right now, you’re going to see him run our usual firing course—with just a Desert Eagle!”
Hemant was stunned. He hadn’t touched a gun in over ten years, and now Harper wanted him to run a shooting session. The thought of embarrassing himself in front of everyone filled him with dread. Nervously, he pulled Harper aside.
“Are you crazy? I haven’t practiced in a lifetime. If I do this, I’ll embarrass myself,” Hemant whispered urgently.
“Relax, Egghead” Harper said with a reassuring grin. “You’ll understand why I’m doing this once you run the course. I’m already sending you in with kid gloves—in the shape of a Desert Eagle.”
“Roy, you don’t underst—”
“Just run it. Trust me. Your life will change the moment you complete this course.”
Conflicted and scared, Hemant reluctantly stepped into the gallery and collected the Desert Eagle. The armorer handed him four additional magazines, indicating a slightly lengthy course ahead. Hemant prepared himself, though his nerves made the handgun feel heavier than it was. Soon, the speaker announced, “STAGE 1.”
Targets appeared, and Hemant started shooting. Though the recoil was difficult to manage, he hit his targets, regardless of precision. By the end of Stage 1, Hemant felt his fear dissipate, replaced by a newfound confidence he hadn’t experienced in years.
Stage 2 began, this time with moving targets instead of stationary ones. Hemant continued to perform, hitting most of the targets and catching Harper’s approving smile. By the end of the stage, Hemant was surprised at how much his confidence had grown.
When Stage 3 commenced, Hemant was more focused and determined than he had been in years. This stage combined the popping targets of Stage 1 with the moving targets of Stage 2, presenting a greater challenge. Despite the difficulty, Hemant pushed himself to his limits and managed to hit all the targets. As the stage concluded, he stood motionless for a few moments, catching his breath. Sweat dripped from his face as he placed the gun down. Looking up, he saw Harper standing nearby, listening to the armorer whisper something in his ear. Harper’s smile widened, and Hemant grew curious.
Harper called him over, and Hemant walked to his side, uncertain of what to expect.
“Boys” Harper began, addressing the recruits “This is my good friend. Years ago, he trained alongside me just like you’re doing now. But for the last ten years, he hasn’t touched a gun or been in the field. No practice. No exercise.”
The recruits chuckled, and Hemant felt a pang of embarrassment.
“But despite all that” Harper continued “He just ran our toughest shooting course with a handgun. And guess what? Seeing the results…” Harper paused for dramatic effect.
Hemant braced himself for a critique but was stunned when Harper declared “Ten years of no practice, and he still made it into the TOP 5 of our best shooting rankings!”
The recruits broke into applause as Hemant stood speechless. Though he managed a smile, he was still processing the revelation.
“This is what being a soldier is all about” Harper said, addressing the recruits. “My friend here might’ve lost his physique, his durability, and his strength, but he never lost his focus, commitment, and will. That’s why, even after spending a decade in the corporate world, he still made a name for himself today. Muscle memory is powerful. Push yourselves like he and I did, and I promise, what you learn here will stay with you for life.”
After dismissing the recruits, Harper and Hemant spent time interacting with the top performers, sharing tips and discussing new tools used in modern warfare. As the day went on, Hemant felt more at home than he had in years.
“Seeing something you miss?” Harper asked knowingly.
“Something like that” Hemant admitted. “Thank you, Roy, for making me see.”
“Don’t thank me” Harper replied. “It doesn’t matter which path you choose. Just don’t lose yourself along the way. There’s always a way back. You can do it.”
“What makes you so sure?” Hemant asked.
“I know you. And from my experience, you’re the only one who can. It’s time to move forward. Don’t walk—run.”
Hemant was standing outside the camp feeling a new sense of hope and determination. Something he haven't felt in a while. Harper's words made him see a clear path ahead , a path of change , a path of redemption , a path of a better tomorrow. And at that moment , Hemant made the decision. He was going to better himself , he was going to build back stronger. After leaving the camp , he arrived at his office building but rather going to the office he went to the fitness center on the ground he once used to visit.
There at the gym reception , his old colleague Venkat aka Venky was sitting.
"Hemant , long time no see"
"Don't worry , you will see me a lot from now on"
"What?"
"I am here to restart my membership , I am going to hit the gym from tomorrow morning"
"That is great news Hemant , Welcome Back!"
"Thanks , just keep the details under wraps. I want to surprise my colleagues with my improvements in due time!"
"Anytime Boss"
"See you tomorrow"
"See you Brother!"
When Hemant returned he had a sense of hope and determination. He had a different mindset now , to improve , to adapt , to evolve. He can finally be the superhero that his son sees in his dad. When he walked out from the building into the open , he felt a sense of hope , a new chapter in his life. A chapter of development , a chapter of improvement , a life where he will be better. Now the traumas no longer hurt anymore. As he saw in a distance in the sky an eagle gliding rotating over his head. He didn't feel the sense of deja vu but rather a doorway being opened. For new possiblities. , a new beginning. For the first time in a long time , he smiled seeing the eagle flying above him. This was a different Hemant now , this was no longer a man frustrated with his work life , this was a man focused on doing something better.
He left that place and happily commuted to his home with a new attitude and cheer.
When Sonarika arrived at the Law Enforcement Office , she was surprised when she noticed Vikram followed her in his own vehicle. They once again came to the same inspector Hemant and Anjali initially met , Anjali felt suffocated already to visit this place again. Meghna went on a rant on that inspector creating another scene in the office. Soon Vikram calmed them down.
"Relax Meghna , I know just to person to see , come with me"
Vikram led the way as everyone followed him upstairs. Sonarika felt a different sort of feeling towards Vikram , it was like a spark. It felt weird at first but then the feeling gave her mind some relief. They were all standing at the door to Sanjana's cabin. Vikram turned to the women.
"There is a new division in Law Enforcement called SDCAW which means Special Department for Crimes Against Women , they specialise in criminal activities like this , we will file a complaint there"
They all walked in and was greeted by Sanjana.
"Good afternoon Mam , we're here to file a complaint regarding a situation regarding this lady"
Sanjana instantly recognized Anjali Sharma.
"This is Anjali Sharma right? The Kidnapping attempt case near the medical college?"
"Yes Mam , but unfortunately due to some mysogynistic behavior from some chauvinistc idiot , her complaint wasn't filed"
Meghna said with a cold hearted tone. Sonarika was miffed by the harsh remarks Meghna used on Hemant. Sanjana couldn't help but only laugh for a few seconds.
"Have any of you talked with Hemant?" Sanjana asked.
"We came here when we learned he didn't file a complaint Mam" Vikram explained.
Sanjana chuckled.
"Then for your kind information...he did a much better thing than lodging a complaint.."
Everyone was stunned as Sonarika looked at her astonished.
"Here in SDCAW , we don't file complaints , but rather we store people who come here with problems in a log of watchlist. Anjali has been enrolled in our watchlist program and her mobile has been bugged for us to track her. And not just that , from now on , our special team will surveil her place of education and her home locations 24/7. And the man Anjali mentioned Rafique , he has been warned and has been put on special offendor list. He can no longer come to even a meter radius of Anjali's location and if he does a warrant will be out. So in short , Anjali is from now on safe and secure"
Sonarika felt a relief and then embarassment for jumping to conclusions on her emotions. Then she asked Sanjana.
"Then why didn't Anjali tell me this?"
"If you haven't noticed Ms.Sonarika. Anjali is still healing from the trauma , she still is recovering from that situation. I request to give her a few days break so that she can recover better. And I assure you , Rafique and his gang will never bother Anjali ever again!"
"I am sorry Mam , its just , she is very close to me. And I could never tolerate something bad happening to her" Sonarika said with sadness.
"On the same note , I believe your husband shares the same sentiments , which is why rather than file an FIR , he did the much better and effective option."
Sonarika now felt shameful and upset because of her burst of outrage towards Hemant some minutes ago. She decided to take a break from the office today. She was pissed at Meghna as Meghna kept her mouth shut and looked annoyed from the recent developments. Vikram on the other hand was surprised by Hemant's action but also complimented him for what he did. He realized his mistake and told Sonarika.
"I was wrong Sonarika. Hemant truely is a smart man!"
This didn't help Sonarika in her situation though because she only felt more guilty for blaming Hemant and his actions. On the ride home , she was hoping Hemant was at home so she could apolgize.
When they left , Sanjana called the officer from downstairs to her cabin.
"Yes Madam"
"Contact that corporator Moideen and his henchmen and tell their men to stay away from that girl from now on"
"Yes Madam"
"And one more thing , tell them very clearly. That is it not me or the security officer force they should be worried about if they try to mess with that girl again!"
The officer was intrigued with her tone as he walked away. Sanjana sat on her chair rotating the paper holder on the table in her hand and clenching her hand on it.
Sadly , when she reached home , Hemant wasn't there. Believing he might've gone to his office , Sonarika took care of Anjali and instructed her to not go to her night class for few days. Anjali said she will talk to her friends to arrange the notes for these missing days. It was time to recieve Karan from his college so Sonarika went and told Anjali to stay in the house.
After Sonarika left , Hemant arrived at the home about half hour later. Hemant went to Anjali who hugged him and cried a little. Hemant comforted her and gave her some motivational words. After that he went to his metal box he always stored in his wardrobe. Sonarika hated that box because it was old and it weighed a lot. She often teased Hemant to be an old man to carry something ancient and stupid like that.
Hemant picked out a small box that looked like a spectacle container. He took it to his work bench and looked for something in it. Anjali could not see clearly but she could hear some metal rubbing and moving. Soon Hemant came towards Anjali with a ring.
"Anju , wear this ring from now"
"What is this bhaiya?"
"Just a small craftmanship from my old past , its a tactical ring."
Anjali looked at it curiously.
"See the tip , there is no diamond but there is a disk to it , if you rotate it and touch someone with that ring , then the person will be tased with an electric shock double powerful than a taser."
"Bhaiya that is dangerous!"
"Don't worry , its kind of non lethal. But this will help until dangerous situation. Have it"
"Okay"
"Now remember, use it only for safety or to defend yourself. Don't turn this into a weapon"
"Yes Bhaiya"
"Fear is a powerful emotion. If you succumb to it , you will already start to loose the battle. These scum , they rely on their victim's fear. Never show it , because if you dare , then they themselves will loose their own confidence. Fight it , overcome it and stand for yourself. In life , the greatest backup you can get is yourself. Remember that."
"I will always remember this Bhaiya!"
"Good Girl!"
Hemant walked letting her rest on the bedroom. He was in a joyous mood today despite the confrontation in Sonarika's office. He used his phone and talked with Harper once again for few minutes. Harper too likes the conversation and was happy to see that Hemant was indeed changing for the better. For the first time in his life , he doesn't feel afraid of his nightmares anymore. Now he just sees a wonderful future ahead, a future of new adventures.
Sometime later , Sonarika returned with Karan and Karan was ecstatic to see his father already in home. Sonarika left an sigh and was happy to see Hemant here. The family decided to cheer up Anjali and soon after some bonding , Anjali started to lighten up. They spend the day going to the beach and having a good time like a happy family.
That night during dinner , Hemant stated that from tomorrow he will be going to office early because he has some special assignments to do. He was obviously lying because he wanted to keep his return to the gym a secret. He wanted to surprise his family with his improved body in about few months. White they were getting ready for bed to sleep , Sonarika snuggled towards Hemant. Hemant was startled but liked her closeness.
"I am sorry Hemant!"
"Sorry for what honey"
"I shouldn't have behaved angry with you on the morning"
"I understand Sona , you did it for Anjali. I understand your situation , you acted the same way a big sister would do"
"But still what I did was wrong"
"Sona , its okay. As long as you're here like this , hugging me. You can be as much mad as with me you want"
"Is that what you want? For me to stay mad at you all the time?"
"Never honey , I like you close like you are here. As long as you come back to me , I will always be happy with you"
"You're never getting rid of me husband , not in this lifetime!"
"That is all I want to hear"
Hemant kissed her as they snuggled and went to sleep.
LATER THAT NIGHT SOMEWHERE OUTSIDE MUMBAI.
"Then for your kind information...he did a much better thing than lodging a complaint.."
Everyone was stunned as Sonarika looked at her astonished.
"Here in SDCAW , we don't file complaints , but rather we store people who come here with problems in a log of watchlist. Anjali has been enrolled in our watchlist program and her mobile has been bugged for us to track her. And not just that , from now on , our special team will surveil her place of education and her home locations 24/7. And the man Anjali mentioned Rafique , he has been warned and has been put on special offendor list. He can no longer come to even a meter radius of Anjali's location and if he does a warrant will be out. So in short , Anjali is from now on safe and secure"
Sonarika felt a relief and then embarassment for jumping to conclusions on her emotions. Then she asked Sanjana.
"Then why didn't Anjali tell me this?"
"If you haven't noticed Ms.Sonarika. Anjali is still healing from the trauma , she still is recovering from that situation. I request to give her a few days break so that she can recover better. And I assure you , Rafique and his gang will never bother Anjali ever again!"
"I am sorry Mam , its just , she is very close to me. And I could never tolerate something bad happening to her" Sonarika said with sadness.
"On the same note , I believe your husband shares the same sentiments , which is why rather than file an FIR , he did the much better and effective option."
Sonarika now felt shameful and upset because of her burst of outrage towards Hemant some minutes ago. She decided to take a break from the office today. She was pissed at Meghna as Meghna kept her mouth shut and looked annoyed from the recent developments. Vikram on the other hand was surprised by Hemant's action but also complimented him for what he did. He realized his mistake and told Sonarika.
"I was wrong Sonarika. Hemant truely is a smart man!"
This didn't help Sonarika in her situation though because she only felt more guilty for blaming Hemant and his actions. On the ride home , she was hoping Hemant was at home so she could apolgize.
When they left , Sanjana called the officer from downstairs to her cabin.
"Yes Madam"
"Contact that corporator Moideen and his henchmen and tell their men to stay away from that girl from now on"
"Yes Madam"
"And one more thing , tell them very clearly. That is it not me or the security officer force they should be worried about if they try to mess with that girl again!"
The officer was intrigued with her tone as he walked away. Sanjana sat on her chair rotating the paper holder on the table in her hand and clenching her hand on it.
Sadly , when she reached home , Hemant wasn't there. Believing he might've gone to his office , Sonarika took care of Anjali and instructed her to not go to her night class for few days. Anjali said she will talk to her friends to arrange the notes for these missing days. It was time to recieve Karan from his college so Sonarika went and told Anjali to stay in the house.
After Sonarika left , Hemant arrived at the home about half hour later. Hemant went to Anjali who hugged him and cried a little. Hemant comforted her and gave her some motivational words. After that he went to his metal box he always stored in his wardrobe. Sonarika hated that box because it was old and it weighed a lot. She often teased Hemant to be an old man to carry something ancient and stupid like that.
Hemant picked out a small box that looked like a spectacle container. He took it to his work bench and looked for something in it. Anjali could not see clearly but she could hear some metal rubbing and moving. Soon Hemant came towards Anjali with a ring.
"Anju , wear this ring from now"
"What is this bhaiya?"
"Just a small craftmanship from my old past , its a tactical ring."
Anjali looked at it curiously.
"See the tip , there is no diamond but there is a disk to it , if you rotate it and touch someone with that ring , then the person will be tased with an electric shock double powerful than a taser."
"Bhaiya that is dangerous!"
"Don't worry , its kind of non lethal. But this will help until dangerous situation. Have it"
"Okay"
"Now remember, use it only for safety or to defend yourself. Don't turn this into a weapon"
"Yes Bhaiya"
"Fear is a powerful emotion. If you succumb to it , you will already start to loose the battle. These scum , they rely on their victim's fear. Never show it , because if you dare , then they themselves will loose their own confidence. Fight it , overcome it and stand for yourself. In life , the greatest backup you can get is yourself. Remember that."
"I will always remember this Bhaiya!"
"Good Girl!"
Hemant walked letting her rest on the bedroom. He was in a joyous mood today despite the confrontation in Sonarika's office. He used his phone and talked with Harper once again for few minutes. Harper too likes the conversation and was happy to see that Hemant was indeed changing for the better. For the first time in his life , he doesn't feel afraid of his nightmares anymore. Now he just sees a wonderful future ahead, a future of new adventures.
Sometime later , Sonarika returned with Karan and Karan was ecstatic to see his father already in home. Sonarika left an sigh and was happy to see Hemant here. The family decided to cheer up Anjali and soon after some bonding , Anjali started to lighten up. They spend the day going to the beach and having a good time like a happy family.
That night during dinner , Hemant stated that from tomorrow he will be going to office early because he has some special assignments to do. He was obviously lying because he wanted to keep his return to the gym a secret. He wanted to surprise his family with his improved body in about few months. White they were getting ready for bed to sleep , Sonarika snuggled towards Hemant. Hemant was startled but liked her closeness.
"I am sorry Hemant!"
"Sorry for what honey"
"I shouldn't have behaved angry with you on the morning"
"I understand Sona , you did it for Anjali. I understand your situation , you acted the same way a big sister would do"
"But still what I did was wrong"
"Sona , its okay. As long as you're here like this , hugging me. You can be as much mad as with me you want"
"Is that what you want? For me to stay mad at you all the time?"
"Never honey , I like you close like you are here. As long as you come back to me , I will always be happy with you"
"You're never getting rid of me husband , not in this lifetime!"
"That is all I want to hear"
Hemant kissed her as they snuggled and went to sleep.
LATER THAT NIGHT SOMEWHERE OUTSIDE MUMBAI.
A bunch of men were busy roaming and guarding some containers in a factory at the outskirts of Mumbai. They all were dressed as bodyguards as their shirt had the logo of Regal Corp printed at the side chest. One of the man dialled a number on his phone.
Somewhere at the heart of the city , a big gathering is being held on the famous Emerald Palace building one of the landmark building of Mumbai and home to the super rich and highly influential Mehta Family , the owners of Regal Enterprise , one of the largest business empire of not just the country but in the world. The women of the house were talking and discussinng things with each other , the elder daughter , Pranitha dressed in a miniskirt looking like a diva was navigating the inside of the house saying hi and hello to everyone she meets as she arrives at the outdoor section converted to a big patio overlooking the city.
There on the patio stood Hansraj Mehta Chairman of Regal Corporation talking to Home Minister Jagdish Bhosle. Pranitha walked up to them.
"Dad...there is a call from Mr.Pradhan.."
She hands over the phone to Hansraj as he talks on the phone. Pranitha looks to the upper section as she sees her older brother Siddharth Mehta standing in his tech room surrounded by computer hackers working on computers and laptops.
"Hey Sid...we got it..I've hacked the trustfund mainframe..."
"Good" Siddharth said with a grin.
He walked to the printout and checked the printout papers coming from it. With a smile , he held those papers and walked outside to walk towards his dad and the minister.
"Dad...I told you...your son makes the impossible possible....I got my money..."
"Good job Sid.."
"I need to get going dad...I have a meeting with Rosario regarding...The Devil's Breath...I'll see you in two days.."
Saying that Siddharth walked away upstairs. Hansraj smiled as he saw the papers. Bhosle was curious.
"What is it Mehta sir?"
"The talent of my son...he just hacked through the state's flood relief fund and retrieved all the money to use it to increase our stronghold supports from here to Goa.."
Bhosle smiled.
"There was no need to hack sir. This was Government's money , and you made this government so basically you just stole from your own wallet Haha"
Hansraj then clarified.
"Then you won't understand the chessplay Mr.Bhosle. My son is making sure our family or Regal has any direct connection to the Devil's Breath or The Syndicate...when the money will be gone from the fund people will get desperate for work and look for work and food...and that opens business for the Syndicate and big profits for us..."
"Unity in Diversity....Haha..."
Those men laughed as the party in the building went on. Siddharth walked to the rooftop which had a helipad and a helicopter was whirling its fanblades in full swing. He boarded it along with his own bodyguards as the helicopter lifted off and moved away from the building.
The Containers were still in that factory goddown but the men guarding it have moved away. Inside the trucks were poor and weak women and girls aging from 30 to as young as 10. They were all in terrible conditions with torn clothes and scratch marks. One of the girl was trying to lift herself to look through the gap of the top of the container to see if she can see anyone. But all she could see was the open field in the backyard of a factory.
"What are they going to do with us?" A weak young girl asks the other older ones. Some of them were crying , some have lost hope to live. Most of them have accepted their fate. One of the girl who had her cheeks swell from dried tears speak up.
"Wherever it is...death awaits us.."
"Please Shweta...don't scare these girls..."
"Its better they accept their fates now...you all have this mark right.."
Shweta twisted the arms of her shirt and revealed something like a stamp on her right arm near the shoulder. The stamp took the shape of a design of Satan in blue color itched into their skins. Some of the girls also looked at their own hands and saw stamps on them.
"This is not an ordinary mark...we are all marked for the Devil...there is no escape....we're all gonna die.."
The other girl was still looking through the gap. A frustrated Shweta shouted at her.
"Fo god's shake Nidhi get down...it is pointless....everything is pointless....just pray...pray that when the end comes...it won't be painful.."
She once again started to cry. Just then a silent woman sitting in the corner with injury marks on her body with torn clothes spoke.
"No...we will survive...someone....someone will come to save us!!"
Her tone and her demeanor made Shweta silent. The small girls started to smile hearing the words from that woman. And then as Nidhi was peaking out of the container gap. She saw a giant banner far away glowing from the lights showcased on it. It was a teaser poster of some upcoming movie but what caught her attention was the image. It was a Giant Eagle sprawling its wings flying down with its sharp claws. And below it only one thing was written
HE IS COMING!
END OF CHAPTER 2
Somewhere at the heart of the city , a big gathering is being held on the famous Emerald Palace building one of the landmark building of Mumbai and home to the super rich and highly influential Mehta Family , the owners of Regal Enterprise , one of the largest business empire of not just the country but in the world. The women of the house were talking and discussinng things with each other , the elder daughter , Pranitha dressed in a miniskirt looking like a diva was navigating the inside of the house saying hi and hello to everyone she meets as she arrives at the outdoor section converted to a big patio overlooking the city.
There on the patio stood Hansraj Mehta Chairman of Regal Corporation talking to Home Minister Jagdish Bhosle. Pranitha walked up to them.
"Dad...there is a call from Mr.Pradhan.."
She hands over the phone to Hansraj as he talks on the phone. Pranitha looks to the upper section as she sees her older brother Siddharth Mehta standing in his tech room surrounded by computer hackers working on computers and laptops.
"Hey Sid...we got it..I've hacked the trustfund mainframe..."
"Good" Siddharth said with a grin.
He walked to the printout and checked the printout papers coming from it. With a smile , he held those papers and walked outside to walk towards his dad and the minister.
"Dad...I told you...your son makes the impossible possible....I got my money..."
"Good job Sid.."
"I need to get going dad...I have a meeting with Rosario regarding...The Devil's Breath...I'll see you in two days.."
Saying that Siddharth walked away upstairs. Hansraj smiled as he saw the papers. Bhosle was curious.
"What is it Mehta sir?"
"The talent of my son...he just hacked through the state's flood relief fund and retrieved all the money to use it to increase our stronghold supports from here to Goa.."
Bhosle smiled.
"There was no need to hack sir. This was Government's money , and you made this government so basically you just stole from your own wallet Haha"
Hansraj then clarified.
"Then you won't understand the chessplay Mr.Bhosle. My son is making sure our family or Regal has any direct connection to the Devil's Breath or The Syndicate...when the money will be gone from the fund people will get desperate for work and look for work and food...and that opens business for the Syndicate and big profits for us..."
"Unity in Diversity....Haha..."
Those men laughed as the party in the building went on. Siddharth walked to the rooftop which had a helipad and a helicopter was whirling its fanblades in full swing. He boarded it along with his own bodyguards as the helicopter lifted off and moved away from the building.
The Containers were still in that factory goddown but the men guarding it have moved away. Inside the trucks were poor and weak women and girls aging from 30 to as young as 10. They were all in terrible conditions with torn clothes and scratch marks. One of the girl was trying to lift herself to look through the gap of the top of the container to see if she can see anyone. But all she could see was the open field in the backyard of a factory.
"What are they going to do with us?" A weak young girl asks the other older ones. Some of them were crying , some have lost hope to live. Most of them have accepted their fate. One of the girl who had her cheeks swell from dried tears speak up.
"Wherever it is...death awaits us.."
"Please Shweta...don't scare these girls..."
"Its better they accept their fates now...you all have this mark right.."
Shweta twisted the arms of her shirt and revealed something like a stamp on her right arm near the shoulder. The stamp took the shape of a design of Satan in blue color itched into their skins. Some of the girls also looked at their own hands and saw stamps on them.
"This is not an ordinary mark...we are all marked for the Devil...there is no escape....we're all gonna die.."
The other girl was still looking through the gap. A frustrated Shweta shouted at her.
"Fo god's shake Nidhi get down...it is pointless....everything is pointless....just pray...pray that when the end comes...it won't be painful.."
She once again started to cry. Just then a silent woman sitting in the corner with injury marks on her body with torn clothes spoke.
"No...we will survive...someone....someone will come to save us!!"
Her tone and her demeanor made Shweta silent. The small girls started to smile hearing the words from that woman. And then as Nidhi was peaking out of the container gap. She saw a giant banner far away glowing from the lights showcased on it. It was a teaser poster of some upcoming movie but what caught her attention was the image. It was a Giant Eagle sprawling its wings flying down with its sharp claws. And below it only one thing was written
HE IS COMING!
END OF CHAPTER 2
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