A Dozen Ways To Kill

"You gotta let me finish my Coffee."

"Wake up, Sourav! Wake up!"

A fairly well-built, tall figure rolled over on his bed. A hand emerged from underneath the blanket and reached for what seemed to be a phone on the table.

"7:56, Ah Shit!"

The tall figure sat up. He took a deep breath as he scanned the room which was illuminated by the beautiful golden light of the morning sun.

"Thank God you're up! Someone's running late today" his wife said as she peeped into the bedroom. "Tea's down there on the table."

Sourav smiled drowsily at his wife. The morning sun seemed to somehow make her more beautiful. In fact, she looked as beautiful as the first time he had seen her. Maybe a teeny-tiny bit prettier actually.

"Ah, probably because I'm still half asleep" his mind whispered in his head.

"You ain't gonna go back to sleep, are you?", She echoed with a frown on her face.

Sourav pulled of his covers and slid his feet into his slippers. "Nah, I'm Up."

He pulled himself up, grabbed his toothbrush and headed into the washroom. He splashed his face with water and looked into the mirror. His hair was an absolute mess. Well, No surprises there.

As he casually scanned his face, he noticed a new pimple on his right cheek. "Well, that wasn't there last night", he muttered to himself as he cursed himself for his bad luck.

He brushed his teeth and headed down for his mandatory morning cup of tea. For some reason, he felt a bit off mood. Maybe, it was because of the mere meaningless routine that his life had now become. Sure, he had a job that he had once dreamed of, but life was starting to get awfully repetitive. It was boring day after boring day, with nothing that excited him. It would be fair to say that he had started to lose taste.

"Just another fucking, boring day" his mind told his brain as he took a sip of his tea. "Aah, not enough sugar." He reached over to get a bit more sugar from the table, as he rolled open his newspaper.

Little did he know that, that day was going to be anything but boring.

* * *

Anna Nagar Police Station in Chennai is one of the busiest in the country. A place which has seen quite a few popular criminals over the years. Getting posted in such a station at a young age, is something any cop can be proud of.

22-year-old Vikram drove into the old police station on an old, beat-up Splendor. He gazed at the old building with a sense of pride. This was what he had always wanted; to become a cop and get posted in a prominent station.
What better station could he have had possibly wished for.

He walked in, as the cop at the entrance looked at him with a questioning look.

"You must be...Vikram?"
"Yeah, first day."

The policeman smiled. He had quite a few grey hairs on his head. "Follow me" he said as he walked inside, into the police station.

"Ah, I remember my first day. I wasn't as young as you though" he continued with a small smile. "Back then it was a very respected job you know. People used to be crazy about getting a job in the force. And between you and me..." he turned back and lowered his voice. "It used to be a fine way to impress 'em women" he winked.

Vikram afforded a smile as he made a quick scan of the station. "Is that why you became a cop?"

"Maybe" the old policeman said with a smirk on his face. "Sign here."