The Strike Point

From the Inside Flap The reverberating noise of the blasts echoed in his ears again and again. Once the deafening noise faded away, he heard the wailing and shrieking of people. They were all dying, all of them. The shadow of death was dancing with glee. He saw bleeding heads floating in the air and headless bodies roaming around aimlessly. He saw the image of Shanti looking at him with contempt and hatred. He heard her shout, "You have done this. You are a murderer. You killed them all." Then appeared the clam face of his father. "My son, how could you do this? Our religion stands for love, peace and compassion for every living creature. How could you do this in the name of our religion?" Aslam Sher woke up drenched in sweat. He would prevent this nightmare happening again. He is equipped and trained for the job. He called the CBI director.