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''No!! I don't want to hear any explanations... Or what explanations are you people going to give me??"

The honey brown eyes were burning out... his long finger curled up into clenched fist giving all his pressure to it. His biceps were getting suffocated in the uniform shirt as he hit his clenched fist on the desk.

Just his anger stare is enough to burn the people but now the addition of his sharp words are piercing them.

"Is this what you do in the name of tight security??"

"Sir..we.."

"No... I don't like anyone interrupting me... So listen to me loud and clear.
Did you understand?"

"Yes sir" , just small murmuring was heard.

He hit his arms loudly to desk.

"How how did he  escaped ??  Anand Mishra , I need him!! At any cost .... "

"Jatin, listen to me.. you and your force is responsible for this and i am  giving you a final warning. Within 24 hours if you people are not finding.... You will be fired."

"Is that clear??" The stern voice become harder.

"Yes sir" , all whispered.

"Is that clear", this time it sounded  death.

"Yes sir",. It was not a whisper anymore..

Suddenly a man in uniform entered the cabin and saluted.

"Sir , the medias ........... they are questioning."

"Shit! See ... the mess created , not only to the seniors , I have to reply to this stupid media also."

Everybody's head were hung lower.

"So I hope you understand what I instructed... So leave the room immediately and start the work.."

After the men left , I walked to the windows of my cabin. A huge crowd was assembled down the building, the press ... getting ready with their cameras and stupid questions to their today's scape goat . .. how can even forget .. i will be their today's scape goat.

he combed his sharp Mustache , looking down the crowd and observed them.

I walk to my desk to attend the phone which ranged when i was immersed in my thoughts..

"hello.. DCP Abir Rajvansh ..."

"Commissioner  Deepak mehta hear."

"good afternoon sir"..    i know its not good even.

"its not good afternoon , Mr Rajvansh .... , Abir listen to me you was always my special from your training period because of that i always had a brotherly affection towards you... but when it comes towards work ... i will be your senior officer. "

"sir , i know... but..."

"Abir.... Now we all are in a big mess, even a minute before i dialed you .. my phone was flooded with calls... the pressure is from both the sides... The opposition leader is accusing us "

ya how can i even forget that when the escaped culprit is  none other than the son of the home minister of the state.

"so.. we have to prove our innocence  in it.. before things become more worse."

"yes sir"..

"and one more thing abir... , the media is out there ... just handle them.. and don't give them any statements... ignore them. and don't be aggressive .. they will write bullshit .. so beware of them".

yes.. i am already preparing my mind ..to deal with the fucking bees.

"yes sir...don't worry .....  Anand Mishra will be in our hands ...at the earliest.. Sir .. i have a request."

Yours Sincerely 💞Where stories live. Discover now