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Alright guys, this news is literally pissing me, I don't know what the admins and mods are thinking but this is so damn hurting:

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Nice Character Sketch..👍🏼

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THANKS NOTE

I have read all the comments and I am thankful to those, who stays beside me always. All the comments are so damn special to me. Thank you so much and keep showing me with it guys, because sincerely it motivates me to no end. <3

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Awesome Start...I feel like I am reading a batman story...Continue soon.

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WOW!!! thats truely amazing...superbblyyy writtej...loved the way u potrayed each and every scene...awsome..

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Aww the concept is brilliant

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Originally posted by: kashishk

Chapter I
"Either you die a hero or live long enough to see yourself becoming a villain."- Batman (Thanks Pearl.white for mentioning it.)

The dock was silent expect the murmurs in a sheer discretion but enough loud for Anmay to hear them. As instructed by his reliable source, he had made the needed plan, the chalk out for his rescue.

How many where there? Four man in the sight and there would be the same number in the boat and in the truck.

He took some pictures from his high-tech camera, that could capture as clearly as in day time and with fine details. He was a man, who did everything with perfection, because there was no scope for a mistake.

Drugs one of the crime that destroyed millions of people. Drug-dealers would start by coaxing teenagers to taste it time and again, make them addict to buy them, forcing them in other illegal works. It was time this had to be stopped. He wanted to be drop in the ocean and he didn't fear his life.

He had nothing to lose.

He just believed one thing, "Do or die," and since he was alive, he would do it, with full sincerity. Or die doing it but he would live a life of hero, for his self satisfaction.

He attached a silencer to his gun's noose, not to emit any noise. He needed to buy sometime.

"I am sending you the pictures, mail them anonymously to the nearest police station along a call that you will send this pictures to media if action not taken immediately," he said as he mailed from his mobile, his best man, Aman, the pictures he just took.

"I will, be alert," Aman said, as he got on work.

"Always," he smirked and pocketed everything securely, he didn't have any right to make a mistake. He had to take every step with extra care.

"Done," he received the message from Aman.

Anmay saw one of the worker receiving the call, profanity left his mouth. It didn't him the highest IQ level to know it was their informer from the police station as the man started to sweat.

No, he didn't have time to lose. The more he gave them time, the more prepared they would be.

He fired the gun, but instead of bullet, a short needle shoot through the way to the man, who was about to inform his men to speed up.

Anmay smirked as the man fainted in a blink, while the rest rushing to him to know what happened. He had knocked him down just with a little needle, that no one could notice with naked eye. The needle that would melt after a certain amount of time, leaving no trace of it in the body or blood report.

A gun made on measure by his team's best man, Shree. He had an eye for technology and weapons, he did wonders.

"What happened sir?" One of the worker tried to wake him up but to no avail.

"Ramesh, we can't stall, we have to load the merchandise before someone arrives. We can't stop our work because someone feels sick," his co-worker said and they both nodded, leaving their boss sprawled on the blood.

Anmay sniggered, "these people are not even loyal to each other."

He had to knock them all of them before the police arrived. One by one, carefully he knocked them down, two more came from the truck, as they noticed absence of the activity, they were shocked to see the view, their best co-workers splayed on the floor, unconscious.

"Saale, we have to run from here, there is something wrong," the driver said, transpiring.

You can't, Arnav mumbled and shot in a succession two more needles directed to the two man. Five minutes later, the worker in the ship came out and gasped at the sight. "There is someone here, we need ship this merchandise before we are nabbed," said a man.

Too late, Anmay shot the needles at the last two man and carefully walked to the ship. He needed proofs, proofs that something happened here, his spy camera was on. He entered in the ship and with glowed hands, he opened the boxes, which were filled with white powder.

'Basta*ds,' he swore inwardly. He didn't just see white powder, or money means in that but the destruction of several generations.

He heard noise of someone walking discreetly somewhere nearby. His eyes tilted, admist the covered face with scarf, brain focused in concentration. He scrunched his eye, his mouth twitching. Where was the voice coming from? right side behind his.

They were coming closer and closer.

How many?

One... Two... He concluded by the shuffling of the shoes.

Tucking his gun in his back-pocket. His eyes tiger-like, ready to pounce on his pray. He stood by the door, hidden from their sight, to gauge their intentions, to know the weapons they possessed.

One gun in each person's hand. He held his breath and waited till they entered. As the two entered, he pressed his hand around one man, turning his head enough to leave him unconscious.

"You bast*rd," the other shouted and tried to fire at him.

Anmay jumped and kicked the gun away in one clean movement. Before he could get on his defense, Anmay kicked him on his chest, followed by a punch on his chin. With a swift movement, he held his arm and twisted it behind him, blocking his leg. He banged his head against the wall, with enough power to knock him out for an hour or two.

Enough time to get his work done here. He adjusted his scarf.

Taking the evidences he could, photos, sample of the drug, a proper video of everything and the people involved, he left silently, taking the mobile of the boss along, he switched it off, without any trace, in an expert way. He needed proof so that police didn't back off, didn't get suppressed by superiors, this proves would shake them too.

There is one thing that Anmay understood apart hiding his identity was, police was wary of media and they would do anything to get a news against them in media.

So they had done, they arrived the place in another two minutes, Anmay smiled and left.

"Anmay," the police gaped at the Anmay name stuck on the boxes.

"Who is this Anmay, Arijit?" The ACP was frustrated, "this is the 10th assignment that had been caught, the worker knocked down, with no sight of injury, and Anmay name left behind. We have no identity of him expect this name."

"And sir, it is a point to wonder on, why does he leave his name behind?" Arijit commented.

"As if he wants people to know he is behind this," Arjun, the ACP replied.

"Sir, we received another mail," Ajay, another officer entered.

"Anmay here, hope you retrieved the drugs and will destroy these weapon, who is killing youngsters. My eyes are on you all and remember, one wrong move, the photos and videos will go viral," said the mail and Arjun saw the video, explicitly showing that the drugs were there.

"This man is sharp," Ajay pointed out.

"But he is wrong, we are here to serve justice," Arjun said.

"But sir, we were supposed to catch the assignment, and he was the one to lead us here," Arijit commented.

"A good won't make a bad, good thing," Arjun said, "Anyone can't brim up and decide to serve justice and do wrong in that."

"Maybe if we were doing our work more efficiently and with more liberality, Anmay would not have to do this," Arijit commented.

"Let's stop discussion about him, we need to find him and know his motive," Arjun ordered.

"Yes sir," the duo left to inspection the place.

The people on the spot were arrested, they had no other way.

"So you have seen him?" Arjun asked the person, who got into a fight with him.

The man held his bandaged head, still smarting by the hit. "He... he had his face covered with a scarf.

****

Anmay unwrapped his scarf, removing the layer from his perfect chiseled face, yet stubborn. His eyes dark as ocean. His face had the look of determination, of a mission, of something important. His jaw clenched but his lips twitched in peace, for having completed one more step.

****

"He had blue eyes, deep blue eyes," The man replied as he tried to remember.

****

Anmay removed his lenses, his blue lenses to reveal the dark brown orbs, comprising so many emotions, emotions that he put stoic toward other people but when alone, he could let go the shield. His emotions bared... Pain, misery, hurt, anger and a need for revenge.

****

"Any other thing that you can remember? Some scar? Some mark? Some habit?" The officer asked him.

"Scar... Mark... Habit???" he repeated, thinking hard but shook his head. "No nothing."

****

Anmay took a tissue paper and wiped beneath his right eyebrow, showing the scar, the proof of his pain and past.

He rose his head and saw in the mirror, where stood Arnav Singh Raizada.

****

Arjun went to his cabin, threw his file, "Damn it, we have no lead... Even the number and IP are untraceable."


"We can't let someone else dominate us," Arjun said irritatingly.

"Baby, but he is right on his stand, he has not killed anyone and he is not even taking the credit. People feel more protected by the police now," Riya, his wife said.

"That is not the matter, the matter is he is blackmailing us to follow what he says," he raked his hand through the maze of his hairs.

"Does someone need you to blackmail to do the right thing?" She ruffled his head and started to massage it.

"No it doesn't, but I need to know who he is, to put him in a loop," he said with a sigh.

"You will have to follow the superior's order as you are doing till now, who will bind his hands too," she tried to put logic in his head.

"Is this commissioner's daughter saying?" he smirked.

She shook her head, "this is a citizen saying," she smiled.

"I love you," he hugged her tightly.

"Me too."

The police officers had a normal life too, where they didn't chase the criminals but wanted peaceful moment with their wife.

The next day was bright and shine, Khushi smiled widely as she opened the library. Her proper first day at work. Just in a few minutes, she received the day's newspaper, she set them on the stand and her eyes halted, "Another cartel of drug caught," she read the news, her heart filling with happiness.

"We need more such officers in the department," she smirked.

"Newspaper please," said a husky voice from behind. She turned around and found a handsome man standing there, chiseled frame, stubborn cheekbone, muscular biceps... He was death of several girls she was sure. She closed her mouth and said, "I have seen you somewhere."

"I didn't know woman has started to flirt," he rolled his eyes and took the newspaper from her hand.

"I am not flirting, wait," she stopped and her finger rose to his eyebrow, caressing the scar, he was taken aback, before he could react, she continued, "Arnav Singh Raizada."

"How do you know me?" He stepped back, not used to female's proximity, both disappointment at the loss of touch though.

"How could I not recognize you, but then I am seeing you in reality for the first time... And who doesn't know you, I have studied business but then since my mother is not feeling well now, I took up the shop until I can find a good job," she smiled widely.

"I have no time for chats Miss..." his words vanished.

"Khushi, you can call me Khushi," she said cheerfully, "Do you know I am a big fan of you and I didn't know I will ever meet you," her eyes were shining.

"Miss Khushi, I am regular buyer of this shop, I like my newspaper to be handpicked on my own, it is pleasure meeting you but I have to rush, can you please make a bill for this," he said in his casual tone, not so soft though.

"Of course," she went behind the counter and gave him the bill.

"Thank you," he paid for the news, looking at the front news. 'Another cartel of rug caught,' he smirked.

Arnav Singh Raizada's daily routine to stop at this particular library from the last three years, buy the newspaper, read the news, read about him often indirectly and feel happy.

"Isn't it amazing, more and more crimes are getting ended. We have much more efficient officers now, I pray that we get some more people in the department," she started blabbering.

"And I wish, that more commoner people come forward to help," he replied her.

"It is a fact, where wrong is happening no one will step forward, scared for their own skin," she exhaled.

"That's a shame. The first time we ignore injustice, we feel guilt but soon we become so prone to it that we no longer feel any guilt, it becomes a part of life," he shrugged, although it had not become a part of his life but he had seen so.

"You are right," she was impressed.

"Please give my regards to your mom and I should be going now Miss Khushi," he said not in his usual stern tone, he liked this woman, who could talk nineteen to the dozen, she made him smile and flutter his heart, he wanted to see if it could be something more between them thus she had no place in his life, in Anmay's life.

The was a danger lurking at every side of his life, a danger unknown but yet palpable, he could not involve anyone in it. Not even this smiling bundle, she was meant to be happy... She was not made for pain, little did he know what the twist of the fate would be.

He entered in his magnificent mansion, welcoming the emptiness, the silence. The whole big mansion, that had him as the only resident along other workers. He was loner by faith and he had no plan to involve someone in his damaged life.

A perfect life from the out but broken from within.

He was mysterious, she mused with a blush. She had always a crush on this magnetic personality but when he was face to face with her, she was unable to recognize him, until she touched his scar. She had spent long hours thinking about that scar and the scar enchanting her. It could be a scar from simple fall but it did give him a charming touch.

She touched his picture on of the business magazine in her room. "He is a mystery." Her face reddening with anticipation, he would be here tomorrow too. 'Haye,' she sighed and leaned on the bedpost.

Arnav picked his confidential mobile as it vibrated in his pocket. "Yes Aman,"

"Anmay, tomorrow, about 20 kidnapped children are going to be trafficked to a secure place, before sent to abroad, most are girls about 10-12..." Aman felt suffocated seeing that, "if not...if not..."

Words that were hard for them to say, some people were heartless enough to do again and again. Some children were kidnapped or bought to work as slave, treated badly and most girl children were forced into prostitution. Arnav raked his hairs, his heart clenching as he imagined small kids, kids mean to play be exploited.

"We will not let it happen, we are the Unbreakables Aman, never forget that," Arnav ordered, as a layer of tear covering his view but he was strong.

"Yes, we are unbreakable," Aman said confidently.

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