Fate of Cop

Vikrant looked out of a window in his apartment. He could see the vastness that was Mumbai city. From his window, he could see it all. From the slums to the high rise building where all the elites lived. Vikant was a man in his mid-twenties. He was at the prime of his youth. His body was chiselled from hours of pumping iron at the gym. Not a single sign of any fat. And his arms reached wide as he stretched after getting up. He was tall and had thick head of wavy hair that moved from the wind that entered the window. He sipped a cup of coffee he had made. He lived alone; he drifted apart from his family once he lost his parents to a car accident 10 years back. They were struck by drunken teenagers. The teenagers being from influential family went without any punishment. Since, then he decided to become a cop. He was good at his job. In a short time he had made quite a reputation for himself.


He got ready for work and stepped into the elevator to garage. As he stepped closer to his bike, he heard noises of a scuffle. He went towards it. He saw a man holding a girl by her hands. He moved closer. What he saw was a man about his age holding a girl by her arms as the girl tried to get away. The man was well built and had an imposing frame. He towered over her. He wore jeans and a white shirt. The girl on the other hand was beautiful with long hair and sharp features. She was wearing a blue salwar kameez. She was clearly in distress.

The girl was trying to free herself but was not able to. Vikrant, without asking a question punched him.

Man: “What the hell are you doing? Do you know who I…”

Before the man could finish Vikrant punched him again. But, this time man was onto him. He caught his punch. Vikrant up to the task head-butted him. The man now on the ground with a bloody nose and the girl behind Vikrant.

Man: “You idiot! My name is Arjun. I am a local don here. Half the businesses pay me just to keep me away.”

Vikrant: “I don’t give a damn. Next time I see you touch a girl you will be in the jail.”