𝐘𝐫𝐤𝐤𝐡 𝐗 𝐀𝐫𝐣𝐮𝐧 ❝𝐀 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲❞

𝐈.

𝗠𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗮𝗶

The city never sleeps. And so does the crime world. And to stop these crimes, the Emergency Task Force, or ETF, as it is popularly called is ever chaotic. Always, on their toes.

The Emergency Task Force was not a completely authorized organization. Rather, it was at first a testing team. ETF was made with a vision of providing justice to the most impossible-looking cases. And to catch the most wanted criminals. D.I.G. Dustin Coelho, the only person who could command the team, was very proud of his visionary team's success. The ETF team is one of the best teams in the country. Being the single and the central team gave its members a high amount of respect in the public eye. 

It had been three months since the ETF was brought into action and it was the time when the department would vote on its capabilities. Early in the morning, the ETF chief received what he had been waiting for. The confirmation letter by the central Govt. Though the letter gave him immense satisfaction, what pleasured him was the surprise content it had. The power of ETF. Sameer Rathod wasn't new to the chief duty. No. But ETF was special for him. Previously when he was a chief, people around him had certain expectations from him. They wanted him to follow a trend. Something he didn't like yet he couldn't refuse. ETF on the other hand was like a soft fresh clay. Something that he had to mold into a greater aspect. Here, he did not need to be like anyone. He had to be the Sameer Rathod he was. ACP Sameer Damsingh Rathod. 

He was on his bed thinking when his phone rang. His posture straightened as soon as he looked at the name its screen displayed.

Rathod: Hello sir, Good morning. 

Coelho: Very Good Morning Rathod. I am assuming ki tumhe ministry ki taraf se letter mil gaya hoga. 

Rathod: Yes, sir. Mujhe letter mil gaya. Congratulations. Aapka vision ab sirf vision nahi ek jeeta jagta sach hai. 

Coelho: Congratulations to you and the team too Rathod. Tum sab ne iske liye bohot mehnat ki hai. I am glad to have you all on board. 

Rathod: Thank you, sir. 

Coelho: Rathod, tumne letter padh hi liya hai to ETF ko mile special benefits bhi tum jaan chuke hoge. ETF ab ek full-fledged organization hoga. You already have a very efficient team but ab you will have recruits. Indeed, you are no longer directly answerable to the ministry till the time it doesn't involve mass public issues but remember you are still under the ministry in terms of records and official high-security permissions. Yaad rahe Rathod, bhale hi tumhe goli chalane ke liye orders ka intezaar na karna ho, par tumhaari har ek bullet ka hissab tumse maanga jaayega. Don't let the power consume you. 

Rathod: I understand sir. Mai aapse wada karta hu, mai ya meri team, humme se koi bhi apni powers ka galat istemaal nhi karega. Sach kahu sir to, I am glad ki kam se kam ETF ab politics ke beech nhi phasegi. At least hamare desh me ek aisi organization hogi jo government ke under dabkar nahi balki judiciary ke under poore kaayde se kaam karegi. 

Coelho: ETF ko lekar mera main motto hi yahi tha Rathod. An organization free from politics. And now we have an opportunity to make this happen. ETF ki special powers kaafi logo ko raas nahi aayi hai Rathod. Be careful, dushman sirf bahar nahi, andar bhi milenge. 

Rathod: Yes sir. 

Coelho: Good. Take care.

Rathod: Thank you, sir. Jai Hind. 

Coelho: Jai Hind. 

Sir? 

A call brought him out of his thoughts. He could never forget that day. The revolution it brought. He looked ahead only to see his tech expert looking at him with a question on his face. Maybe he was too indulged in his thoughts to hear him. 

Rathod: Bolo Shree. Kya hua?

Shree: Sir, case hai. 

And here comes his call of duty. The duty he lived for, the duty he could die for. 

Rathod: Right. Let's move. 

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                                                                           𝗨𝗱𝗮𝗶𝗽𝘂𝗿

The city of lakes. The white city. Venice of the east. 

Udaipur is undoubtedly one of India's most romantic cities. But here, romance isn't only between lovers rather it is about the love between families, and more than that, love for their soil. Being the capital city of the ancient Mewar, the land of the great Maharana Pratap, this city has its pride, its own story. And so are the Goenkas, Singhanias, Maheshwaris, and Birlas; the most influential families of Udaipur. 

Today, Goenka Villa was bustling with newfound energy. Unlike the other days in the last 3 years when everything was calm and quiet, today the family was busy roaming around in the house, instructing the house helpers and preparing for their daughter's return. The same daughter, who had gone away due to their negligence and incapability. 

Akshara Goenka stood in front of her house. The house which was once her home. Will it ever be the same again? Will she ever feel the same again? She didn't know. Will she ever have her peace again? She didn't know. Will she ever get her freedom? She didn't know. So many questions, yet the answers were unknown to her. The only hope she had was to gain forgiveness from her sister. Forgiveness for something she never did. Something that was never under her control. Will she ever gain it? She didn't know. But she hoped. Because hope was what kept Akshara Goenka alive, hope was what kept her going, hope was what helped her survive!

Aarohi Goenka never knew what failure was till the time she failed to save her mother. The mother she loved the most. And that failure gave her a new ambition. To be the best. She never got to tell her mother how much she loved her. She couldn't. Because Aarohi Goenka was never comfortable with emotions. It made her vulnerable. And vulnerability was what she hated the most. She was vulnerable when she saw her mother die. It didn't do her any good. She had seen her bade papa comparing her mother with her father's first wife. She hated it. Her nani had told her how Akshara's mom belonged to a rich family while her mom didn't. She had heard her bade papa comparing herself with her nani, saying she had gotten her bad blood. She hated it all. She hated her mom being called the second wife. She hated herself being the second daughter. She hated Akshara for always being the first. Yet she loved her. But would she let her know this? NO. Would she let her get hurt? NEVER. Because the rule says, "None gets to hurt Aarohi Goenka's sister." 

Okay, people. So this was the first chapter. Tell me how did you feel about it.

Till the next time, take care and be safe.