It is morning 4’o clock. I can hear the clock ticking .Slowly loosening the window bolt and dismantling it, I leaped into the room through the window. Now I am in the bedroom of member of state constituency.
It is not so easy to kill to person , Before I hire a hearse for one, I always consider two things . First how powerful are his allies and how much his allies would be of use . Nothing more . I have never thought of the any other than above two. But no strangely today I am considering the third .
Will he live after dead.
I drew up the gun pulled the trigger and shot twice . First missed and second too . The made enough noise to wake everyone in home. I can hear the sound of panic . Now I am left with no choice . Before someone knocks the door I have to finish off. This time I aimed perfectly and shot. Blood spilled all the floor , I have thrown the gun down and stared at the door. I can hear the noise of people running towards the door.
Exactly in 26 minutes I can hear ambulance sound and in 3 more minutes police. After a minimal first aid , immediately I was carried fast to the ambulance , I can hear my wife crying and Ranga shouting at his men to run around the home and catch the murderer.
But until now it is only two on earth who knew that I shot and I am shot.
Holding my breath , I can feel the bullet just a few inches below my heart. The ambulance took me to the state hospital . Although I am on the verge to faint , the flashes of camera and the strong TV camera lights kept me awake.
Not to surprise, a man bumped into the stretcher I was , cut his right thumb and smeared on my forehead .
I am taken into the emergency unit and was operated. The last thing I could sense was only that .My heart iterating “ I have to live and I will no matter what . Only one chance to make my dream true .Give me one chance O God, let me die some other day but definitely not today “
Disclaimer
All the characters and events in "EK politician" are fictional and any resemblance to persons living, dead, or fictional or situations past, present, or fictional is purely and completely coincidental.
