We saw X, Y and Z were sitting on their bean bags, and they were surrounded by their bodyguards. As soon as they saw us, they opened fire, we had bulletproof jackets which protected us, we retaliated, and the firing was intense. I remember, my fingers pressed the trigger, sending rounds of bullets, killing those ruffians on the spot, but still, my fingers were pressed on the trigger, battering their pathetic carcass with bullets. I would say, there were more than a hundred bullets embedded in their pathetic bodies. The operation was successful, and we carried the bodies of the ruffians, as soon as our room was out of the hotel, we saw the wave of press reporters surrounding the building. The general public was too surrounded by the hotel, we had enough force in place to control the crowd. The news became a sensation all over the nation, and in every news segment, the news of the police encounter was rolling. On Independence Day, me, and my friends, and all the police force who participated in all these operations were felicitated with bravery awards, and even Manish was felicitated. Shabnam was awarded with bravery award posthumously, and even her colleagues were awarded too. Shabnam's family were awarded huge compensation, also her colleagues received handsome compensation. Shabnam was survived by her parents and her brother who was in college. I paid her brother's college fees as a moral responsibility.

I went to Shabnam's grave and laid a wreath on her tomb. I felt proud of her, and sat beside her grave, reminiscing the golden time we had together. I was looking at the sun setting in the west, thinking about her.

Now I am at peace.