1 The unexpected trip

'Well no one would apply for that I suppose" said my very beautiful colleague Christina on a fine Friday afternoon when I was just about to leave for my home. "Yes it will surely be the case", I replied. Oh well let me introduce myself, I am an employee of the BBC network working as a supervise manager and the name is Aayan schwienstieger. Yes you got it right, I am the son of the fourth richest man in the United States and most probably the very successor of the schwienstieger industries. Before this thing happens in my life I have been very keen on becoming a man who deserves the treasure. I take no assistant from my father in any work, rather no money also. Well, maybe now as I walk down to the basement I will have to tell u honestly that the R8 in the parking lot belongs to my dad. Today I am happy and a bit sad though but this this weird thing happens to me every other week when the two personalities of which one is my mother whom I love the most and the other my dad, who is arguably not very open in showing his love for me and neither do I take any interest in him. "Welcome home honey, we have been waiting for you. How have you been?" my mother exclaimed as I entered the house. "I am doing fine, rather great, I am being promoted to the post of senior manager this month. "You are making a good use of my name indeed," my father interrupted. "But I deserve this, I have been working for the company for quite a few time and I have done great, your name is not at all required in my job profile. "okay I may take this reply of yours to be legitimate but what about your dream of going into the army and all the patriotic feelings you had for your country, they seem to be in a dismay. Well he was right though, I had joined this job just as to gain some experience and a name for myself and also some money and later on wished to join the army. "well that's the plan indeed, there has been no change," I replied to his comments. He was not very impressed by my idea of going into the army rather than carrying forward his business empire and it was his habit of taunting me for being a late runner towards my dream. "you ought to get a bit serious now and make a mark of your own, sitting and flirting with the girls wont help at all." This had not been the first time he had blown my mind but suddenly after this encounter I remembered the notice that was circulated in the office this morning and I had made my plans by the morning. I called up Christina and asked her to fill up the form for me and submit it to the boss immediately. She obviously was surprised by my decision but it was firm. Well anybody would have surprised as no one would want to go to a country like Pakistan and moreover for doing a research on an inmate over there, a person especially Indian who has been caught by the Pakistan's government for trespassing. It should definitely be horrible but now I have to go there and prove my worth. The very next day I was the one representing the US for this work and was ready to board my flight when suddenly and on the more unexpectedly I received a call by my father wishing me luck for the job. Thank you was all I said but this call of his made my decision more resolute. Never the less I boarded my 10 hours flight to the capital city of Pakistan, Islamabad and was greeted there by the American consulate representative. His name was Shane, as he introduced himself to me. He was the operations manager here in Pakistan. He had a greatly build body, might be a regular to the workouts and also a man of great intellect which one could easily judge through his attitude. On our way to the embassy, he was busy familiarizing me with the marvelous monuments of that beautiful city. We reached our destination in about an hour and within that time frame I was quite open to Mr. Shane. He introduced me then to Mr. Russel brown, the head of the embassy. He was a very impressive man who had tons of experience working in a place such as this was. He comforted me about my hopefully pleasant stay here in the subcontinent. I was very tired obviously and was shown my luxurious home for the next couple of weeks. In the next morning, I had a very long discussion with Mr. Russel and Shane about the exactness of the reason behind my trip and what help I sought from them in my mission. They both had a varied reaction to my details, on one hand Mr. russel's reaction was that of a beauracratic who did not show much interest in changing the scenario and on the other hand Shane was disgusted by the idea of the idea of US interruption in Pakistan's policies. "I wonder why they thought of it now," Mr. russel exclaimed. I did not answer this question of his but added a fact to his knowledge that the US wants me to meet an inmate who has been captured as an intruder from the neighbouring country and more specifically India. Everything was understood now and it was obviously a very hot topic here at present involving an some innocent Indians being captured by the Pakistan police and security agencies. The time was well after 5 in the evening when I had a few visitors at my place. It was Shane accompanying a young beautiful lady of around 21 years of age with him who was introduced as miss Ayesha siddique. My god she was an angel, even more than that indeed. She was a newly qualified lawyer from a top university of Pakistan. She was very intimately associated with this issue and was handling a few cases of Indian inmates on this foreign soil and had a feeling towards the innocent. She was there to help me with my project and I was to meet a client of her on the very day. I was very happy and she was too, but for some different reasons. I was hoping to flirt with her for the next few days and she was hoping to get some assistance from me in fighting for justice. We soon reached a central jail where we had an appointment but the name of the inmate we wished to meet was not the same as expected. It was not one of his clients we were going to meet, nevertheless we took quick stance and went through the interview in a hurry. His name was ashok kumar and was there for about 5 years now. There was nothing much interesting about him and we soon were out of the cell and into the markets of the city. "he looked a bit confident for an inmate, they usually are a very scared type of bunch", I said. "Yes, it was peculiar of him but they may get used to the treatment sometimes," she replied. I did not cared for him anymore and shifted my attention to this lady. I asked her to join me in going through the shops. It was fun time and I also purchased her some bangles. I think that impressed her, but I could not take chances too soon. On our way back, I asked her out for a dinner date. "are you asking me out," she laughed. 'Well we are good friends now," I tried to convince her. She agreed without much resistance and we moved to a fine dining restaurant. We ordered our meal to the attendant and were busy in our talks when I suddenly noticed a cleaner at the service. I showed him to Ayesha, "that's surely him and I will get him," saying this I ran towards the guy and he also recognized me as he ran for his life. I chased him for about 3 kilometers and he had disappeared in the night fog. I asked Ayesha to go to her home and meet me the next morning but she was not quite sure if we would be allowed to carry on our projects after what has happened now. After reaching the embassy I met shane and told him everything, "man! I was surely not mistaken, that waiter there was the same man we interviewed in the evening, that ashok. He was also surprised by my statement but assured me that we will figure this out in our next meeting with the inmate.

The next morning did not come out as a big surprise as all our agreements with the authorities were cancelled. I enquired as to the reasons but were just given it as a security issue problem and I was told to abort my plans and make an early visit back home. I was convinced by shane that I should return or else there may be consequences. I decided to meet Ayesha for the last time before leaving. She was distressed on my decision but understood my position and we just roamed around in the streets and listening to her unmatched will to help these innocent people who were fraudulently put into prisons. I was not aware of any of the big schemes behind all this but wanted to give it a last try. Just as the time was right for a good meal she asked me for a goodbye lunch at her house. I was very much in for the invite but told her that I had a few minutes work somewhere and it was really urgent. She although granted me leave but I promised to join her for lunch a bit late, and dropped her home. I then swiftly moved to the restaurant where we had our dinner. Shane was already there waiting for me. We frisked through the employment rolls of the place but could not find any name as ashok. In the states if we had to this kind of stuff we could have used force, to which shane replied that we can do it either ways. It was just the wait of my approval that the strong fists were aligned to the jaws of the manger of the place. "well that was easy enough for a soldier," he said. We were not disappointed by the manager and soon we had the glimpses of that man through his house windows. In no time, our men had picked up the man and took him to the embassy place from where I took leave to join Ayesha.

I reached her house earlier than I thought and bought some flowers for her. The door was open and I thought that it was for me. I entered a very sober house with a very humble interior. "Ayesha, Ayesha, you in here?" I inquired. There was no reply to my voice. Suddenly when I entered another room, I was a hit by a rod on my head. I lost my conscience for some time but when I regained it I was sitting in the same room alongside Ayesha tied in ropes. "they will kill us , they will definitely kill us," she shouted like hell. I saw some scars on her body, she was beaten by some rod and the whole scene was horrifying me to my inner soul. We did not have any hope of rescuing ourselves.

This very moment I am writing this documentary of mine is the next morning sitting in my room at the embassy and all I have been told that Shane had rescued me but god wonders how he knew what I was going through. Anyways, I am not very much interested now what happens to an Indian inmate but how dare they attacked me is a bigger issue to me. How do I do this, most importantly who I talk with right now? Yes, that waiter! What happened of him? Any progress? Shane had no definite answer and he asked me to rest for some time and think of this some other time.

In the evening after I got some rest I immediately went to see ashok, had a near brawl, almost lost it but at last won by the aid of a commando. All I got was the address of the man who hired him for his job. I looked it on the net and found my way there to only find the man dead in his closet. That was disappointing, but now my will was somewhere at its peek and I cannot stop my investigation. I searched his house but got nothing in very particular, and then I looked through his mobile phone and noted the mobile numbers that had some messages that suggested some links into the matter. The surveillance results showed that one of those numbers belonged to ashok and the other one was an untraceable secured VVIP number. I just saved the number and turned my attention towards ashok but to no avail. That very afternoon I got a call from Ayesha and she wanted to me to accompany her to a visit to an inmate client of her. The only formality I had to do was to show that I was an assistant of Ayesha and I could join her. We met this person whose real name cannot be discussed because it will create a media stir, but lets say his name was raju. I could see a terror in his eyes the moment I entered his cell. He was not even able to speak up in a firm voice. When we were out of the premises, I enquired about this person to which she told me that he has been imprisoned for nearly 21 years and is now nearing his end. He was an Indian by origin and his well wishers in India were worried about his declining health. But there has been no evidence found to suggest any possible violence nor does he states any such incident. She made me meet him to show the cruelties of the judicial system of the nation that has trapped some innocent people for no purpose. I was also perplexed as to what could have been the possible reasons for their incarceration. "His case has been transferred to Salman Qureshi, a lawyer, perhaps the most reputed and richest lawyer of Pakistan but I don't want this to happen because I am this close to rescue him", she said in a very disappointed tone. We both then headed to the offices of this lawyer where we were made to wait for more than an hour outside his chamber. Moreover when we got in to meet him he was not very interested in attending us and just killed our time in vague discussions. After he got to know that I was a delegate from the States, he was much queer to know about me and even exchanged our cell numbers. We soon left the place and I moved towards my room.

Well, the shock to me was when I tried to save his number in my phone. it was already saved. It was the same number, which I had got from the cell of the person who hired ashok. It was quiet interesting indeed and I paid an extra visit to MR. Salman and was heralded. I asked him about these Indian cases to which he replied that these people were not worthy of giving much thought. They were born to be used as some kind of instruments and any information after this could have been a risky proposition to disclose according to him. It was not looking very probable that he was going to get serious about the subject.

The next day when Ayesha and me went to the jail premises we were not allowed to meet raju because the lawyers representing him have been switched. Nothing to do there we just had a light lunch in a dhaba nearby and moved to our places. All this venture of her time and mind was about to get wasted and somehow I was not very comfortable with it. I made a decision to go to India and find out some more information regarding the case. My visit to india although was very small but there were some revelations which were interesting. Firstly, I was told that raju did go to Pakistan but with a proper visa and secondly, his family had received some threatening calls from some one asking them to cancel any planned agitation if they wanted to let raju live his full life. If he had come in with a visa and It was official, then there must be a visa somewhere and if someone wanted to kill him what was the motive. I also got a call from an unknown number at that time and someone wanted me to get my hands off the case otherwise I should be ready to sacrifice someone very close. Perhaps the caller did not had any idea about the security levels in the United States, haha, I was not very much impressed by this caller but one thing I did was called up Ayesha and got her shifted to my place. I got into my investigations and as soon as I was done I decided to return to Pakistan. It could have been the same place I had left but it was not. There had been a series of bombings in Islamabad and one of those had been planted in the United States embassy read the news report. I hurriedly proceeded to my room but alas! It was the so-called epicenter of the bomb and nothing was spared. I called up Ayesha but the phone was not reachable and this was giving me Goosebumps. I was the one who asked her to shift in here and it was my entire fault if it was true what I was avoiding to even thinking. I enquired if there was any casualty in the process. There were two of them, one of those had died on the spot and the other one was in a very critical condition. You readers would now be thinking that obviously the survivor was Ayesha, and undoubtedly I am right but sadly you are bitterly mistaken. The whole motivation of mine was gone with the news and I was devastated. I decided to see her home once to check if I get any of the evidences related to the case. I got a file, which contained some phone interceptions, and they were shocking to read the contents. It also contained a letter which I am going to present to the readers exactly the same way. It ran thus

"Aayan, I know this would end very soon, my life, my ambition, my dream. But when I think about you my eyes see a gleam of hope you bring to my life. I also know that I had hidden some important things from you but if you knew those things it could also endanger your life too, and I don't want that to happen until I am alive. But when I go, and you get to know all, please go because I don't want you to stay here. May be some day you realize what kept me shut, may be

Ayesha

I would have been a fool if I had left the place because may be her words did not meant the same as her belief. May be she believed that I realize what hopes my visit had brought into her life. I did not think twice but went into the chambers of Salman Qureshi and invaded his house like a naxalite. I had enough evidences to prove his indulgence in the case, his phone records and some texts but what I lacked was the evidence to prove the innocence of raju. I almost threatened him to life but he did not succumb to any of my words. I went through his house, through his reading room. I had it, as was indicated by the evidences I found in Ayesha's house, the passport copy of raju which was duly stamped by the Pakistan government for a 3 month visit in the nation. It was enough. Next I forced him to sign a document that served as an affidavit of me being his assistant and I could go meet raju in his cell. I moved to his cell in no time and I took his food samples and got them tested in a laboratory. Well there was enough amount of poison that would kill him gradually, but I would never be able to prove that but all I did was to console him that I will save him one day. That Salman was tied up in his rooms and I got to take care of him.

When I reached his place, I fit a silencer in my gun to kill the person who was responsible for Ayesha's death. I entered in the lobby I could see the back of the chair, shot three bullets and the pistol in my hand, I was shivering, I was trembling, may the lord never put you in a situation that I was in. The weapon fell from my hand onto the floor making a loud noise, but suddenly there was another voice, may be louder than that one. It was the bedroom door opening and a man stood beside me, a tall man of whitish complexion, a broad chest and quite an honorable looking man who was so dumbstruck that he could have been killed an instant before. Oh yes! It is the description of MR Salman qureshi, he was still alive. He must have got some help from some one. Who the hell is this bloody rogue who is getting better of me every time? I had little problem getting rid of this man again but this time I was cautious. He was into the ground forever and I had the person's name whose blood was the only way I could quench my thirst.

The day came when the hearing of the case was scheduled and I was pretty sure to win it. The proceedings had begun and history was about to be written and there was about to be life originated in the face of the holy grave, where humanity was the only species to be listed as endangered. The record breaking ruling in no time and I was on my way to the Central Jail to put something straight which someone from the heavens had initiated.

When I was heading to the airport for my departure with shane, I just asked him to pull up the car at a grave yard. I had promised myself that I would never come to see her off without taking the revenge for her murder. I had only a few bullets in my pistol and I shot all of them in one go. Shane did not die in an instant instead had enough time to tell me how he used to help the Pakistan secret agencies to steal the passports of some Indians and with the help of people like salman to serve some political motives and in return of which they received huge amount of money. He also added an additional unwanted line at the end of his filibuster, which I found to be so apt to end this mundane or some may call a boring expression of mine so that the true meaning of his words may be remembered by some of you.

I am on my flight back to the United States with very mixed feelings, mostly that of sorrow. One, I had missed a near romance scene, two I lost my innocence in an alien place, and the most important one, I could not save the life of raju whose death stupefied the whole world. He had already given up the struggle he was carrying on fighting poison before I even reached the prison establishment that day. All of my readers would have heard of this incident and it would not be fair if I did not reveal the real name; Sarabjit singh of India. Now may be you know him, yes the world knows something but there is always a story behind which changes the lives of those who intentionally or unintentionally get involved. I also am feeling the difference but this time because of a villain, more appropriately his words.

"I am bad not because I am white or she was good not because she was a muslim, we all are just humans and the rest are just choices"