Evening time..
The sun was dipping, spreading an orange glow over the fields. Dry wind carried dust across the broken canal path.
Aman stood near the banyan grove, his eyes scanning the horizon. Arjun approached with urgency.
Arjun:- Sir… Patrol team report. Oka old hut… but locked undhi.
Aman:- Entry impractical anukuntunnaara?
Arjun:- Haa sir… dust lo fresh footprints unnaai anta.
Aman’s eyes narrowed.
Aman:- Location pin pettandi. Silent ga approach chedhaam.
The hut stood in the middle of dry fields, half-hidden. Police vehicles stopped far away. The team moved in on foot. Dogs sniffed the air, ears twitching.
Aman signaled for silence. Arjun pointed at the floor near the door, faint boot prints leading inside.
Aman touched the wooden frame. It was still warm from sunlight, but he noticed something else… A thin trail of kerosene smell drifting out through the cracks.
Inside the hut,
The limping man paced slowly, wiping sweat from his forehead. He kept glancing at the bolted door. From far, faint barks of police dogs reached his ears.
He froze. The sound was coming closer.
He blew out the small kerosene lamp, heart pounding. Three slow knocks hit the back wall. He flinched… then relaxed, it was the agreed signal.
But before he could move, the front door shook violently.
Outside..
Aman:- Door break cheyyakandi. Window side nundi chudu..
Two constables moved around the back. Arjun slowly unlatched the wooden shutter, peeking in.
From the inside darkness, a sudden flash of steel, the limping man swung his brace like a weapon.
Arjun pulled back instantly.
Arjun:- Sir! One suspect inside.
Aman didn’t wait. He kicked the door in with force, the wood splintered. The limping man stumbled backward, eyes darting to the broken window on the other side.
Aman leapt in, gun drawn.
Aman:- Move!
The limping man hesitated only for a second, then tried to push past a constable. Within moments, he was slammed to the floor, arm twisted.
A knife clattered onto the ground.
Aman stepped closer, eyes cold.
Aman:- Keshava ekkada?
The man said nothing. Sweat rolled down his face.
Aman:- Cheppu… lekapothe chasthaav naa chethullo..
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INTRODUCING AMAN
फैनफिक्शनIt's a story of a strict police officer who works For the people... His dedication His passion towards his work His love and care towards his wife Everything makes you fall in love with this story.
