5 Bombs

CHAPTER 9 : KRISH

[POV: THIRD PERSON]

As the riot kept going on, Krish could be seen running on the rooftop of the building. He was running to the place he was assigned; where he had to work as riot police.

Bullets penetrated the ground in front of him, which made him stop. If he was a second faster, the bullets could have penetrated his body. He looked in the direction of the bullet—On a building, slightly taller than the one he was standing on, stood Ojasva with a grin on his face.

"YOU" shouted Krish.

"Don't mind me, Where are you going ?" said Ojasva in a calmed voice, as he clapped his hand, the man near him jumped to the next roof.

"Why does it matter to yo—"

"Your parents." replied Ojasva in a calm voice as he stopped smiling, and continued, "They are old, deep down in your heart you want to protect them. Don't you?"

Krish was terrified. It was as if Ojasva read his mind. He shouted back, "So what if I am? What does it matter to you?" He feared that Ojasva might have kidnapped them.

"It doesn't matter to me but you see, I am quite concerned." he replied, "My question is, then, why are you running too far when your house , your parents, are there?" His hands pointed towards left which made Krish wonder how and why does he know that? It scared him.

"For the protection of law. It's an order."

"Protection? I see." replied him. "Is the law that weak?"

"I never said that. Don't twi—" started Krish but before could he complete, Ojasva replied, "You are choosing to protect the law over your weak and old parents. What else could it imply?"

Whatever he said made no sense. Krish was aware of that fact but the confidence and calmness along with the sense of smartness made him question it. He wondered why was he thinking so much when the argument seemed to make no sense on the surface. He scratched his hair but before could he complete, Ojasva lumped another question,

"The father who raised you, the mother who raised you, the brother who became your first friend, are they all less than your law?"

He continued, "What can a man like you do? A man who couldn't even provide justice to his brother, a man who can't even impress his crush from last decade."

Krish was trembling, it was as if all his regret and upcoming regret were being forced upon him at that very moment.

"A man who only get used by other, a man who has no self value, someone who can't do anything alone."

"SHUT UP! SHUT...UP" shouted Krish, "Nehal, she propos—"

"Did she?" said Ojasva "Or she just asked for a drink?" he guessed but Krish was shocked to hear it. He couldn't believe how he knew, was it that obvious?

A grin spread over Ojasva's face as he continued, " She did nothing in last decade which might give you a hint. She held your hands and played with your emotions when she needed the work to be done."

"ALL" he continued, "SHE DID WAS TO USE YOU."

Krish's palm reached his face. He was shocked and terrified by his fact, Ojasva continued, "You saw her conversation with me."

""You saw her enjoying it. She was enjoying a bomb plantation. She is as much psychopath as I am. Do you really think she loved you ? A dumbass as yourself."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" He shouted losing his temper, he lost so much temper that he used such a word in his work-cloths.

"Will shutting me up change the truth?"

"Please." Krish begged, "Stop"

"Will shutting me up" continued he, "change the fact that law is useless. What did you get by protecting the law. You protected the law but the law...Where was it, Krish, Where was it when your brother died?"

Krish eye's widened, and as he had feared, Ojasva even knew about it.

"I fail—" started Krish but before could he complete Ojasva interrupted, "Yeah you failed. IT WAS YOUR, YOUR FAILURE. YOUR FAILURE TO TRUST ON THIS SYSTEM. You failed because you left everything on finding proves instead of killing the criminal. You could have punished the criminal. But you left everything on proofs. The biggest mistake you did was to depend on law, and now you are doing it. Again. See"

With wet eyes, Krish looked at the direction pointed by Ojasva. He looked down in the alley—two old figures, a male and a female entered the alley way from one side and stood in front of the protestors. Krish's heart seemed to skip a beat as the stream of his tears increased it's pace. He recognised them; They were none other than his own parents.

"GO OUT " shouted the old man "PLEASE GET OFF HERE". At that moment, one of the protestors threw a stone at the old man. It hit him so hard that he was bleeding.

"So now, what are you gonna do?" said Ojasva as he jumped from his rooftop to the one on which Krish stood, "Go save the law and loose your parents or save your parent."

"Can you make the same mistake? again and again? Depending on the law?"

"You were going to protect the law but will the law protect your family?"

The old man got another stone at his face.

"If everyone was ideal, there shouldn't have been problem" he said, "You try to be ideal and loose your parents, get fooled again. You try to save your parents, loose your job, get fooled again. Getting fooled is that part of life which you can't leave. But it is upto you how you want to get fooled."

Another stone hit the old man's face.

"Can a man who is not even able to protect his family , a man who has committed such a sin, should he be the one arresting criminals ?"

Krish looked towards Ojasva, and saw him holding a gun in his hand. A wide grin was spread on his face as he offered the gun to Krish, "Good for nothing law, or your everything, parents?"

Krish took the gun and jumped from the roof. As he landed, the dust around him raised.

As the winds blew, the cloud moved with it, getting in front of the sun, stopping it's light, changing the brightest areas into darkest. In that dark, alley Krish's hand pressed the trigger as he stood in front of his parents. The bullets rushed from the gun to penetrate the hearts of the farmers.

As the two protestors died, the rest rushed at Krish, with stone and bare fist. In a fierce crowd, what followed was Krish's death, being observed by the red eyed Ojasva whose bottom part of hairs moved with the cloud, and the grin on his face assured his victory.

THAT DAY, IN THE EVENING

[POV : NEHAL]

*Beep*I checked my phone it had a message from an untraceable number.

Dear Nehal,
Ojasva here. Ofcourse, I knew everything about Krish and you, except your talent and the thing about your parents. I did my research. I focused more on Krish because I thought , he would be the one to solve the case. I never thought the best detective to be this interesting. I left you alive, because you are a worthy toy. A toy, with which, I'll play again.
Don't worry your friend wasn't the type to shoot commoners, I forced his parents to shout at protestors and make them angry. And manipulated Krish to shoot them.
Don't think this is over yet.
It might just be the first chapter.

As I read it, I swore , the next time I meet Ojasva, I WILL KILL HIM !

   TO BE CONTINUED IN A SEQUAL 
SEQUEL IS OUT NOW! IT IS NAMED 'TERROR' AND CAN BE FOUND ON MY PROFILE 

A/N
So, who do you like more now ? Ojasva or Nehal ?

Is Ojasva a cool antagonist ?

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