Ishq-e-Watan

Chapter 30- Discoveries

CHAPTER 30

DISCOVERIES

"Sir, main already bata chuka hoon", Rahul said, swallowing nervously. "Mujhe nahi pata tha us mein drugs hain. Yeh sab kaam mere log karte hain."

Karan slammed him into the wall, glaring at him fiercely. "Tu koi chhoti si chori ke inzaam mein third accused nahi hai", he hissed, "jo zyaada smart banne ki koshish kar raha hai. Terrorist associate mein naam hai tera. Teri sirf haddi nahi todhunga. Tera pair kaatke tujhe hi kaccha khilaa dunga. Aur agar zyaada chilaaya, toh tujhe itna andar gaadunga ki awaaz toh kya, teri laash bhi kabhi kisi ke paas nahi pahunchegi."

Rahul stared at him with wide eyes. Sweat made his dark skin shine in the dull light of the cell. Karan shoved him into the wall, taking a couple of steps back and sitting down in the chair again. He stared at him for a few silent seconds. His gaze trailed down when the crotch of his pants darkened, and Karan rolled his eyes at the trembling legs and the puddle of urine that formed around his feet.

"Ab bolega?" He snarled.

"Woh... woh... m-main-" He took a deep breath. "Mujhe kuchh nahi pata. Sir, hum toh chhota mota drugs ka supply karne ka kaam karte the. Thode bahut customer hote the, kaam phone par hota tha. Kuchh nahi pata hume. Yeh aantakwaadi wagera toh bilkul bhi nahi." He fell to his knees, folding his hands. "Kuchh nahi pata mujhe. Jo pata hai, sab kuchh bata chuka hoon. Jail jaane ko taiyaar hoon main. Jo sazaa deni hai de do. Court jaane ko taiyaar hoon. Par main koi antakwaadi nahi hoon. Thode se paise ke liye kar leta hoon, par kisi ko maarna, desh kharaab karna, yeh sab nahi. Yeh sab nahi karta main."

Karan stared at him for a few seconds, inspecting him. He turned his head a little, and an inspector leaned down to him. "Das baar puchh tachh karo. Same cheez, baar baar. Ghumaao saale ko. Kahaani badle, toh bataana."

"Yes, sir", the inspector said.

He stood up from the seat, and a constable opened the cell door. He ducked down through the small door, walking out. He sat down on one of the chairs, accepting the glass of tea he was offered. "Thank you", he muttered.

The door opened and he glanced up, raising his eyebrows as Faizi walked through. A couple of policemen followed him, all moving a safe distance away when the two commandos glanced at them.

"Kya mila?" He asked lowly.

"Kuchh nahi", he said. "Tumhe?"

"Abhi tak toh nahi. Ek bacha hai", he said. "I have the most hopes with him."

He frowned slightly. "Kyun?"

"Zyaada kuchh bola nahi isne. Police ki initial interrogation mein bahut vague answers diye hain. Kuchh toh pata hai ise. Kya aur kitne kaam ka hai, woh dekhna hai."

Faizi hummed. He took the glass from his hand, taking a sip.

Karan rolled his eyes, but let it be. He sighed a little. "Baat karte hain aur kaam khatam karte hain. Tu yahin baith, main aata hoon."

"Bhookh lagi hai hume. Tumhe koi kaam nahi toh-"

"Jaa." Faizi grinned at him, disappearing within seconds before Karan could change his mind. Karan drank the last of the tea, before sighing again. He glanced at the inspector. "Aakhri kahan hai?"

Two minutes later, he sat in front of another one of the pub owners- Atif. He sat quietly on the floor of the cell, dirty clothes shrouding him in a seemingly dark aura.

"Kaun drugs supply karta tha, uske baare mein kya pata hai tujhe?" Karan asked. He didn't even glance up. "Behra hai kya?" He snapped.

A pause. "Mera ek 2 saal ka baccha hai. Ek biwi hai. Aap sirf meri jaan loge. Woh meri biwi aur bacche ko maar denge."