Monday, September 17, 2012

Prince - the Assassin


It was sometime in February, 1973. The Sardar (Chieftain) had another huff from his huqqa (Hubble-Bubble). The expressions on his face told that he was in a very serious conversation. Wind was blowing the flame of the oil-lamp which continuously shortened and lengthened the shadows on the opposite walls. The man on the other side was invisible in the dark. Nobody knew his exact name. In fact he himself did not remember what his real name was. People called him Prince – the assassin. He had his first kill at the age of 13 and after that he counted his age only in terms of killings. From business tycoons to politicians and generals, he assassinated without leaving a trace. His score was 21 kills in 21 attempts! The Sardar was told that Prince never returned and never failed and that is why he took his fee all in advance. Sardar was reluctant but had no choice. After all, he had to do something and there were less than 24 hours left. He could not afford doing nothing.





Early next morning, Prince took his position on top of the mountain from where he could take aim at his target. He had been told that the first horse rider entering the valley would be his target. And it looked so easy that evening. But from the mountain, the nearest point along the path was more than a mile away and with the cloudy and windy weather, it was easier said than done. But had it been any easier, Prince would not be hired. He took pride in being the best and it was situations like those which made him so.

In another place, Sharan was thinking about the race. The race that would decide who owned the fastest horse in the world. Sharan was born in a small village in Siestan, Iran. His father was a small time wrestler and he named his son as Rustam, after the legendary Iranian Wrestler. But as time passed, he realized that the weaker health of his son was suitable for anything but wrestling. On his 15th birthday, he gifted to his son a dark filly. Three year later, Sharan had won all the major horse races from turkey to Burma. He defeated Thoroughbred, Arabian, Quarter, Paint and Finn horses. And several attempts to know the exact parentage of his horse failed. In the pre-DNA-testing era, the parentage record of horses was kept strictly through jockey clubs. But there was no record of this filly ever born to any of the famous race horses. After hearing this, the Sardar of Sandeman had decided that he would get this horse at any cost. And he knew Sharan would not sell it. That is when he thought of a plan to assassinate him.


The race began at exactly 10 A.M. when the riders were welcomed by the 700 miles mountainous road. There were Afghans, Iranians, Central Asians, Arabs, Englishmen and even a man from the United States. After about 3 hours, Sharan was leading by a quite a distance. He was thinking about his victory when suddenly he saw a herd of sheep in the road. He was furious and was about to yell when he saw the shepherd. She was a beautiful girl with oceanic eyes. He did not realize for how long he stared at her. She brought him back to reality and asked if he needed to drink some water.He was thirsty and the rest of the horsemen were far behind so he could spare a moment or two.


Prince was watching the time carefully. His target could be entering the valley anytime. He adjusted the telescope of his sniper rifle once again. As soon as he took aim, the black horse appeared. He pulled the trigger and in one smooth motion, the horse fell to the ground. He had missed the target and instead had shot the horse in the stifle. Prince again took the aim and this time shot the rider on the forehead. 





P.S. This is part 1 of the story. Hope you people guess what part 2 is going to be. :)

P.S.S. I am still unable to find time to come on Blogger and read your blogs and comment and reply. My apologies.

24 comments:

  1. the butterfly effect17 September 2012 at 13:08

    The 'rifle' with a telescope is a sniper I believe:P

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    1. hahah...yes yes... sniper rifle is a sub-type of rifle :) electra aap ka hua :P

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  2. Wow. I don't really know for sure; maybe Sharan's still with the girl and it was another horesman? o.O

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    1. may be it was another man..or may be it was him... in any case... we shall wait and see for the next part :) thank you for reading and liking :)

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  3. Well...may be Prince shot the wrong guy (my guess). And want to know the mystery about the girl with the oceanic eyes! There will be something in it! He he he....pardon my crappy assumptions!

    Interesting story Israr! The creative devil has risen from like a phoenix! Eager for the second part:)

    My warm regards:)

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    1. :) well may be it was another guy... or may be it was the right guy..who knows :P we shall see it in part 2... for now the mystery continues :)

      thank you for reading and liking... it will be while before i can come back to regular blogging..till then...

      advance Eid Mubarak :)

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  4. He shot his own horse? :P
    He was having hallucinations from all that Huqqa?
    Interesting story!

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    1. hahahhaha... come one girl... Prince was the assassin not the sardar :P

      we shall see what happened... till then the mystery continues :P

      have a nice week and advance eid mubarak :)

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  5. really dude u ve to unlock the mystery....

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    1. yes i shall unlock the mystery very soon :)

      thank you for reading and liking...have a nice time :)

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  6. Ooow I can't guess so will wait (in anticipation) for Part II!

    Anna :o]

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    1. the story is cryptic :P

      thank you for reading and liking... i shall post the next part very soon... :)

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  7. A very interesting story. Will wait for the second part of it.

    It's ok when you can't visit friends' blogs. We understand you're very busy.

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    1. thank you for reading and liking :) i hope you will wait for part 2...

      yes it will take a while before i shall be able to blog regularly..till then....

      advanced Eid mubarak :)

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  8. hei now whr u disappeard...

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    1. i am here... just been busy...hope shall be able to return with regular posting..thank you for ur concern... have a nice time :)

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  9. hello there!
    it's mysterious but interesting one.

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    1. thank you tariq bhai...

      thanks for reading and liking... have a nice time...
      advance eid mubarak :0

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  10. Misterio it realy interesting & misteiou, i cnt guess o waiting 4 the next eppsode of the story,

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    1. thank you kiran for reading and liking the story... hope the next part will be posted soon..till then... have a nice time :)

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  11. I am not going to guess. I am just going to sit here patiently and wait for you to write the second part already! Hopefully you won't keep this girl waiting for long! :-)

    Israaaaaar! It's been a while.. Maybe now I will go read other posts which I have missed. Hope all has been well. And that you enjoyed Eid. :-)

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    1. hahaha... i was hoping you could provide me with a guess to write the remainder of the story but not my luck :( :P

      yes i enjoyed Eid..and i hope you did read my all posts right? i shall be back soon ..my new year resolution is to post regularly :)

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