On the other hand, people outside were banging the door.
“You’re not supposed to climb the ladder of crime so quickly child….Stealing and muerder on the same day? You want a soap right? I’ll buy you many soaps.”
The inspector was luring the child. He was trying to make a deal to save his life because everything was in the hand of the child now. The inspector tried taking a step forward.
“Stop…Stop right there!”
The child yelled. The inspector was stunned. Everyone in the police station could now hear the child. Mhatre stuck his ear close to the door to find out what exactly were they talking.
“Okay…I wont move…See do one thing, keep the gun on that table… I promise I’ll let you go.”
“Why were you trying to remove my clothes?!”
Sabun questioned, in anger. He wanted to know what was going on in the inspector’s mind. 
“No, No reason at all. I was joking. Really. You took that joke seriously.”
“Tell me! Tell me!”
The child yelled. The police officer was now shivering in fear. Mhatre tried to listen to figure out what was happening inside.
“You..You are very beautiful. I wanted to see if you’d be the same without any clothes on.”
The child’s eye were moist. As soon as the inspector said that, the child pulled the trigger. A bullet was fired. Everyone outside now began to panic. The bullet just brushed past the inspector and pierced the wall of the room. Neeraj was now shit scared. He had a narrow escape, but he didn’t know for how long.
“You two feet motherfucker!”
“Me? Me? You’ll are motherfuckers!”
The child had made up his mind. There was a shine in his eyes. Neeraj tried to read his eyes but he was confused.
“What are you going to do? No! No! Mhatre save meee!”
Neeraj cried for help. But it was too late. The kid had fired the bullet

Falak Talak - The God is Dead

The preface is a very difficult chapter, especially for those who are complete freshers. Those who have no introduction, what will they write about themselves, because if I had an identity, I would have also said, my name is Afzal Razvi… must have heard the name… sorry, must’ve read the name. Well, my introduction is that I am a fresher to the world of books, and believe me, because I am new, I have brought something new with me. I am not new when it comes to writing, I’ve written some daily soaps, crime shows and web series for Bollywood. I used to write books as well, but I never complete them. Now that I’ve got a little serious, I present myself to all of you. 


Born in Mumbai, I grew up there. I did a screen writing course from ZIMA (zee tv institute of media arts). I Completed my Higher Secondary from Mumbai Board. I was never a fan of school or studies but somehow, I managed to study and whatever I studied is helping me today. The reason behind my passion for novel writing is my father. He is no longer with me, in this world. Even he used to write something, but due to the fact that he didn’t get any reasonable income out of it, his books remained in a box, and then came a time, where some of his books were devoured by mice. There were a few pages left, which were engulfed by Mumbai’s 26th July. 


Well, through kindle and other online platforms, I am bringing my first book in front of you in an e-book and paperback format. I also do not have such a backing at the moment, that I can bring this book into the market from any major publication and then spend tons of money betting on it. Trusting you all- my readers, I am presenting you with this book, which has taken 4 months of hard work and persistence. This book wasn’t completed just by my hard work, but also because of a few people who tolerated me and supported me during this process. My mother, who has always prayed for me. My wife Yasmin who often motivates me to complete the book. Some of my seniors, Hirdesh Kamble (Bollywood Director), Raj Sehgal (Bollywood Director) Deep Sharma (Bollywood Director Producer), Santosh Tamra (Bollywood Producer) and Sameer Salim Khan (Bollywood Director), these people are like a battery who have always motivated me, actually these people are the ones who’ve spoiled me by praising my writing skills. You all might be thinking- how pampered and spoilt this writer is! Ofcourse I am a write, but you all will be shaping me into an author. And yes, some of my friends who support me whole heartedly- Rafi Khan (Bollywood actor) who is also a friend and considers me his brother. He has been there with me through the ups and downs of my life, who has often spent many hours discussing my script and then giving me a genuine feedback, has always motivated me and has said to me- Afzal, you will definitely do something! 


There are a lot many well-wishers because of whom I have reached this part of my life. I am mentioning their names here as well- Javed, Romaan, Imran, Mushahid, Firoz, Asghar, Shafiq, Salim, Tausif; because I don’t want to hurt them in any sense. 


My brother, Akhlaq, Iqbal, Ashfaq, and my Sister, Shabana Shaikh-because of their blessings, this book is in your hands. In this book, I am going to show you all my “thrill-skills”. The novel has a fast pace- just like some south Indian movie. But even If you like slow paced books, you will still like it. This is my first book and I am apologizing right at the beginning for any mistakes which I might’ve made. My history Teacher used to say, apologizing to someone doesn’t make you small. Enough with all the talks, let’s get into reading- FALAK TALAK .


Perface