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I smiled at the irony that while we, the trainees, were equipped with rocket launchers, AK47s and other sophisticated weaponry, the head of the mission confronted us with a measly pistol. I was still smiling as my fingers pulled the trigger. The short, bald leader collapsed in a heap. Our jeep sped away. We left the camp that night, leaving a trail of destruction in our wake. Scores of dismembered bloody bodies lay strewn all over the place. Almost every solid structure had been reduced to rubble. Small fires flared at various places. There were a couple of big fires that lit up the night sky. But what I remember most vividly was the ghastly silence just before we left the site. The above segment is a short extract from my novel ‘Indians in Pakistan’, an action thriller that will leave you spellbound. It will also immerse you into a totally different world in which different forces are at play as jihadis plot a rebellion against their evil masters. Firstly, love blossoms...

I smiled at the irony that while we, the trainees, were equipped with rocket launchers, AK47s and other sophisticated weaponry, the head of the mission confronted us with a measly pistol. I was still smiling as my fingers pulled the trigger. The short, bald leader collapsed in a heap. Our jeep sped away. We left the camp that night, leaving a trail of destruction in our wake. Scores of dismembered bloody bodies lay strewn all over the place. Almost every solid structure had been reduced to rubble. Small fires flared at various places. There were a couple of big fires that lit up the night sky. But what I remember most vividly was the ghastly silence just before we left the site. The above segment is a short extract from my novel ‘Indians in Pakistan’, an action thriller that will leave you spellbound. It will also immerse you into a totally different world in which different forces are at play as jihadis plot a rebellion against their evil masters. Firstly, love blossoms...

We were not discernibly different from the other passengers on Flight PK-269. We spoke Urdu fluently just like most of them. We wore kurtas just like many of the other male passengers. There was nothing in our physical appearance that gave us away either. But we were different - we were Indians in Pakistan. Irfan, my companion, was getting quite restless on the flight. He kept staring around at the other passengers in an extremely suspicious manner. I cursed my luck. The last person I wanted seated besides me right now was a jerk like Irfan. He kept having doubts, and I simply hated those who had doubts. We were doing this for our religion - and for the whole of mankind. When the whole world looked through our eyes then there would be nothing but peace. But till such time, there had to be some violence. It was early March. It had been nearly a week since we left our homes in Lucknow for this jihadi mission. We had sneaked across the border into Nepal before boarding...

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We were not discernib ly different from the other passengers on Flight PK-269. We spoke Urdu fluently just like most of them. We wore kurtas just like many of the other male passengers. There was nothing in our physical appearance that gave us away either. But we were different - we were Indians in Pakistan. Irfan, my companion, was getting quite restless on the flight. He kept staring around at the other passengers in an extremely suspicious manner. I cursed my luck. The last person I wanted seated besides me right now was a jerk like Irfan. He kept having doubts, and I simply hated those who had doubts. We were doing this for our religion - and for the whole of mankind. When the whole world looked through our eyes then there would be nothing but peace. But till such time, there had to be some violence. It was early March. It had been nearly a week since we left our homes in Lucknow for this jihadi mission. We had sneaked across the border into Nepal before boarding the PIA flight...

Take the ALQ-ISI Bucket Challenge Today. GET DRENCHED and SHIVER OR Spread awareness of the Al Qaeda-ISI terror network in Pakistan by reading the action thriller #IndiansInPakistan #Novel #eBook which is available on Amazon - for approximately 1 US Dollar or Rs 60 - at  http://www.amazon.com/Indians-Pakistan-Vivek-Pereira-ebook/dp/B00N0WYM5O Was it a mere coincidence that several 9/11 terrorists were trained in Pakistan (at Karachi in 1999)? Was it a mere coincidence that the head of Pakistani Intelligence (ISI) was in Pakistan before, during & after the 9/11 attacks - supervising his “boys” and bargaining with the Bush administration for a softer penalty for Pakistan? Was it a mere coincidence that this same ISI Chief was sacked on Bush’s insistence after it was revealed that the main hijacker Mohammed Atta had wired the “balance money” (from the funds sent earlier by the ISI) via the Hawala route back to Omar Saeed Sheikh, who is well known for his role in the 2002 kidnappi...

Take the ALQ-ISI Bucket Challenge Today. GET DRENCHED and SHIVER OR Spread awareness of the Al Qaeda-ISI terror network in Pakistan by reading the action thriller #IndiansInPakistan #Novel #eBook which is available on Amazon - for approximately 1 US Dollar or Rs 60 - at http://www.amazon.com/Indians-Pakistan-Vivek-Pereira-ebook/dp/B00N0WYM5O Was it a mere coincidence that several 9/11 terrorists were trained in Pakistan (at Karachi in 1999)? Was it a mere coincidence that the head of Pakistani Intelligence (ISI) was in Pakistan before, during & after the 9/11 attacks - supervising his “boys” and bargaining with the Bush administration for a softer penalty for Pakistan? Was it a mere coincidence that this same ISI Chief was sacked on Bush’s insistence after it was revealed that the main hijacker Mohammed Atta had wired the “balance money” (from the funds sent earlier by the ISI) via the Hawala route back to Omar Saeed Sheikh, who is well known for his role in the 2002 kidnapping an...

http://www.amazon.com/Indians-Pakistan-Vivek-Pereira-ebook/dp/B00N0WYM5O

We were not discernibly different from the other passengers on Flight PK-269. We spoke Urdu fluently just like most of them. We wore kurtas just like many of the other male passengers. There was nothing in our physical appearance that gave us away either. But we were different - we were Indians in Pakistan. Irfan, my companion, was getting quite restless on the flight. He kept staring around at the other passengers in an extremely suspicious manner. I cursed my luck. The last person I wanted seated besides me right now was a jerk like Irfan. He kept having doubts, and I simply hated those who had doubts. We were doing this for our religion - and for the whole of mankind. When the whole world looked through our eyes then there would be nothing but peace. But till such time, there had to be some violence. It was early March. It had been nearly a week since we left our homes in Lucknow for this jihadi mission. We had sneaked across the border into Nepal before boarding the PIA flight...

I smiled at the irony that while we, the trainees, were equipped with rocket launchers, AK47s and other sophisticated weaponry, the head of the mission confronted us with a measly pistol. I was still smiling as my fingers pulled the trigger. The short, bald leader collapsed in a heap. Our jeep sped away. We left the camp that night, leaving a trail of destruction in our wake. Scores of dismembered bloody bodies lay strewn all over the place. Almost every solid structure had been reduced to rubble. Small fires flared at various places. There were a couple of big fires that lit up the night sky. But what I remember most vividly was the ghastly silence just before we left the site. The above segment is a short extract from my novel ‘Indians in Pakistan’, an action thriller that will leave you spellbound. It will also immerse you into a totally different world in which different forces are at play as jihadis plot a rebellion against their evil masters. Firstly, love bl...