Chapter 8
Nagpur station was still half an hour away. The young angry parent Keshub chander woke up. his cellphone sounded the alarm. he quickly switched it off and got up from his bed. He pulled his suitcase out and latched it on to a hand bag. He removed the knife from its shining leather sheath and tested the edge on his palm. He had bought the knife at chandni chowk market after the court hearing was over. He will not need his friends for the job. He moved out of compartment wheeling his suitcase.
Kamal kant was awake. He did not try to follow him. There was a God called Dickey waiting to deal with him. He turned in his bed and slept.
Keshub was walking towards the coupe.
He had worked it out in his mind. every little detail. A hundred times and more. He will go to the coupe, knock on the door .The good doctor will open the door. he will plunge the knife in his belly and step out.no speeches. No fuss. push and out.
What if his wife opened the door?
Same work. Plunge the knife in her gut. close her mouth. enter compartment and kill the doctor. single murder or double murder, it does not matter. The doctor has to die.
Dickey waited patiently in his coupe , for the assassin to knock. He eased the door open.
Keshub was soon outside the coupe. He knocked. The door slid open. The sliding door surprised him. He expected the door to make some noise. There was no one standing. His knife was out ready for the thrust. There was no one to plunge it in. It was dark. He stepped inside the coupe, knife hand in front. suddenly that hand was grabbed and he was thrown. A judo expert would know about it. Poor keshub did not know any thing about judo. He flew in air and banged his head against a window steel frame.it was painful. The arm that held the knife bent and plunged into his own thigh and he screamed. A burly man was standing over him. Soon the compartment was filled with policemen. Kaddu switched on the light. An inspector was putting handcuffs to keshub’s hands.
In a dejected mood and in pain because of gash in the thigh, keshub allowed himself to be pushed out of the compartment on to the platform. His friends watched him, with a blank expression.
It did not take even one complete minute. He had failed to kill the doctor. That hurt him more.