It was late morning, 10:15 am. The sun was shining bright, beams of sunlight seeping inside the police station of Nashik.
The police station was a whirlwind of chaos. Phones rang shrilly, officers barked orders, and suspects whispered urgently to their lawyers. The air was thick with tension, the smell of stale tea and busy people roaming around the crowded room.
Some were carelessly laying on their chair, without no worry of the world, whereas some were sincerely doing their jobs. Papers scattered across desks, chairs scraped against the floor, and the sound of keyboards clacking filled the air.
In the midst of the chaos, few officers rushed to and fro, their faces set with determination.
Among all those also sat a reckless one. He sat over his chair, one leg pulled over his chest, resting on the corner of the chair. Chewing a gum mindlessly. His police stick carelessly being rolled over by his hand.
"Aur, kya samasya hai aapki?" He smiled at the middle aged woman infront of him, his smile nowhere reaching to a genuine one. Instead filled with sarcasm and bitterness.
"Majhe mulaga- mera beta kho gaya hai sahab. 2 dino se ghar wapas nahi aa raha hai. Aap kuch kijiye" the woman requested with eyes filled with sadness, her face paled with tiredness and tension.
(My son)
"Umar kitni thi?" The sub inspector continued chewing his gum, staring at the woman with a raised brow.
"21" as soon as the woman uttered the age, the SI cackled a laugh. The woman furrowed her brows in distressed not understanding why the inspector was laughing when she came to him along with her misery.
"S-sahab?" The woman uttered brokenly, not able to grasp the situation.
"Kya kaki asi betuki baatein leke aap mera aur apna time kyu barbad kar rahe ho. Jaw ghar jake aaram karo aap. Abhi aapki stress lene ki umar nahi hai. Londa nadan hai, garam khoon dor raha hai abhi jawani hai. Do din ghar se gayab hojana koi bari baat nahi hai. Ek do hafte mein wapas aajayega. Kahi hoga apne dosto ke saath aiyashi kar raha hoga" the SI gestured nochantly with his hands, gesturing her to go.
The woman widened her eyes hearing the inspector say such things about her son.
"N-nahi nahi sahab. Aap galat samaj rahe hai. Mera beta asa nahi hai. Woh bohot samajdar hai, parai ke siba uska aur kisi chiz pe dhyan nahi. Uske toh dost bhi gine chune hai. Woh hamesha bolta tha usko bara hoke police afsar(officer) banna hai" the woman completed, eyes misty as she remembered her son's words clearly.
Hearing the woman, the SI chuckled.
"Officer hm? Ban jayega kaki ban jayega. Aap ghar jayiye" he swung his stick, gesturing her to leave. The woman hesitated with fear.
"P-par apne toh report bhi darj nahi karayi" she muttered helplessly. The inspector tsked in annoyance, closing his eyes.
"Kaki, dekho mein bohot garam dimag wala aadmi hoon. Jyada gussa mat dilawo, aap jawo yaha se." He dismissed her in frustration.
"P-par sahab-"
"Oye! Patel! Nikalo iss bhudiya ko yaha se" the woman was cut off by shout, causing her to flinch visibly. She tear up, not knowing what to do.
"Sahab-"
"S-sahab asa mat kijiye"
"Sahab, aapke aage haath jorti hoon dhundh dijiye mere bete ko"
"Sahab!" The woman cried bitterly, sobbing as two male constable dragged her away by her arms. The other policemen looked at her with pity but were helpless underneath their senior.
A sudden movement, stop the two constables. They looked infront of them to see the cause only to find a man in formals, standing infront of them. He wore a maroon shirt and blue pants. His eyes were sharp, his eyebrows thick and steady. Hair trimmed in a neat manner, a stubble beard decorating over his sharp, perfect jaw and wore a silver watch on his wrist.
"Kon hai be tu?" One of the constable narrowed his eyes on him.
"Himmat kaise huwi haath pakarne ki. Jaanta bhi hai kidhar hai tu?" The other warned him. Yet the man stood firm with no ounce of expression over his face. He then turned to the woman.
"Kaki, kya huwa hai?" He questioned him. The woman cried more hearing him.
"Beta, mera beta kho gaya hai do dino se. Report darz karane aayi toh woh bhi nahi kar rahe. Mera ek lauta beta hai, woh nahi mila toh mein toh mar jawungi" she weeped in sorrow. The man turned his eyes to the two constables sharply. He glanced at their name badge over their chest.
"Mohan Patel and Sahu Joshi, you both are suspended for touching a woman instead of having a lady constable" he declared loud and sharp. And suddenly all the commotions stopped.
Everything felt silent. The people doing their works, stopped to watch the drama unfolding. The criminal and guilty present turned to look. They were suddenly stunned yet curious to know the man who was standing inside the police station, and ordered two constables their suspension.
Mohan and Sahu watched him with their mouth agape. They couldn't process a thing, yet they knew he was someone powerful. They suddenly panicked, the fear of losing their jobs.
"W-who are you?" Sahu muttered gathering all his courage.
"Superintendent of police. Vikram Sharma" was all he needed to say. And all the police who were sitting immediately stood up in their place, saluting in sync.
"Jai hind Sab!" They uttered in unison.
Mohan and Sahu seemed to lost all colours from their faces. They couldn't utter a single word. Whether in fear or nervousness, which they know better about.
Vikram didn't pay a heed on them. He turned to his left and gestured to a random policemen to come. The man immediately came running infront of him, almost stumbling over his steps.
Vikram stopped his urged to tsked at his clumsy behaviour.
"Inko bithawo, lady constable rakho saath pe. Sari baatein note karo aur ek FIR darj karo. Make sure you investigate on the matter right away" he commanded, immediately earning a loud yes from the policemen.
Vikram walked forward, straight to the cabin of sub inspector Rathore's. As the door flung open without any warning. The SI raked his eyes over person who entered inside his cabin, without knocking or without any warning.
He raised his brow at Vikram, seeing him looking, or rather glaring at his soul.
"Kaun hai be saale. Under kaise aaya tu. Tere baap ka police station hai kya? Under karwa dunga tumko, samjhe?" The SI banged his stick on the table with a warning.
"Abey Oye Patel! Lockup mein dalo be isko. Sala humko aankh dikha raha hai. Abhi tumko sabak sikhate hai rukho. Asa pitenge ki dada nani sab yaad aajayega" Vikram didn't said anything, he just continued making eye contact with the SI. The SI furrowed his brows as moments pass still Mohan Patel, his constable didn't arrive yet.
"Patel!! Behra hogaya kya?" He raised his voice, shouting with his throat at this point.
"Woh nahi aayega" Vikram raked his fingers in his hairs lazily.
"Kya matlab? Kon ho tum?" The SI narrowed his eyes suspiciously, his position now straightened a bit. His legs were down on floor, which was on the chair minutes ago.
"Superintendent of Police, Vikram Sharma" and that was all he needed. The SI immediately jump up from his chair standing firm, his eyes widened in fear. His hand immediately sticking on his forehead on its own.
"Jai hind sir!" He saluted in a loud, stern voice. Vikram raised a brow at him and lazily smirked.
He inched near him and tapped on the table mindlessly, glancing around the cabin. He then turned his eyes on the badge he wore.
"Arjun Rathore. Bohot suna hai meine tumhare baare mein. Bohot complaints bhi hai" Vikram hummed to himself, as if talking to himself.
Arjun the SI visibly gulped in fear. He was doomed. He was fucking doomed. And he knew it. He should have just known when this man entered inside his cabin with that cold and strict aura.
"N-nahi sir asa kuch nahi hai. Par s-sir aap toh kal aane wale the na?" Arjun shuttered, confused yet fearing for his beloved job.
To which Vikram chuckled a little. He looked at Arjun and smirked.
"Hmm, so that tum apne sare karnamein chupa sako?" Arjun immediately shook his head, his eyes widening in horror.
"N-nahi sir-"
"Cut it Rathore. Tum bohot thak gaye hoge roj roj ke kam se. Ghar jawo aur aaram karo, mein kisi ke haathon tumhara suspension letter bhej dunga" as soon as Vikram uttered those words, Arjun didn't waste a time in falling over Vikram's feet.
"Sir sir sir. Please sir. Galti hogayi sir. S-sir dobara nahi karunga sir. Sir please sir" Arjun clutched his feet, begging desperately. His face churning as if he would cry any moment.
Vikram tsked and pulled his leg out with a push.
"Per toh mat pakro Rathore. Itni ijjat bhi hajam nahi hoti" he shook his head in a sarcastic manner and walked out of the cabin, leaving a screaming and begging Arjun behind.
As he walked out , he glanced over the people who stood straight firmly, as if afraid to move an inch.
"I have been posted here. And i will be working here from now on. Aur jis jagah mein kam karta hoon, woh mera hota hai. Toh sab dhyan mein rakhke chale. Mujhe nahi pata pehle kaise rules the, lekin aajse sab badlenge. Agar kisiko aapatti hai toh bolde pehle se, woh apna suspension letter ke saath ghar lot sakta hai" with that Vikram walked away, going towards his cabin.
All the policemen stood still, silence surrounding them. No one dared to speak anything. Afraid to break the strong aura their senior had just created. Until one spoke, loud and firm. With amusement.
"Yeh aadmi pure Maharashtra ko sudhar dega"
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