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Special Ops: Shadows Over Srinagar

Episode 3 – Pattharbazi Ke Saaye Mein

Agli subah, Srinagar – 08:00 AM

Gazi Baba ki maut ki khabar viral ho chuki thi. Masjidoñ ke loudspeakers se usse shaheed keh kar awaam ko uksaya ja raha tha. Facebook aur Telegram ke local Kashmiri groups mein ek hi nara chal raha tha:

> “Shaheed Baba ka badla lenge.”

Lal Chowk, Nowhatta, aur Soura mein pattharbazi phoot padhi. School band ho gaye. Local shops ne shutter gira diye.

Major Aarav aur BSF Commander Pratap ne Control Room – Badami Bagh Cantonment mein emergency meeting bulayi.

> Aarav (gusse mein):

"Yeh log Rehman aur Baba ko hero bana rahe hain. Intelligence fail hone ka result yeh hai. Humein local support lose ho raha hai."

> Gitika (RAW Officer, Line par):

"We need to monitor digital activity. Pakistan se coordinated social media blast chal raha hai. Yeh spontaneous nahi hai."

11:00 AM – Anchar, Soura

BSF ki ek patrolling gypsy par patthar barsaye gaye. Ek jawan head injury ke saath behosh ho gaya. Crowd mein se kuch log petrol bombs bhi fek rahe the.

Drone footage ne dikhaya — kuch stone pelters Telegram pe live stream kar rahe the, location tagging ke saath. RAW ne identify kiya — yeh sab Gazi Baba ke local handlers ke network se jude hue the.

> Commander Pratap:

"Ab ye sirf pattharbazi nahi hai. Yeh ek digital psychological warfare hai."

Srinagar Police ne 47 logon ko detain kiya, lekin sab minor nikle. Political pressure bada. Human rights groups ne tweet kar diya:

> “Indian forces retaliating against peaceful protesters.”

Major Aarav ne Gitika se direct bola:

> Aarav:

"Humein yeh narrative todna padega. Kal tak, mujhe ek naam chahiye – jo in riots ka master controller hai."

Episode ke end mein, RAW trace karta hai ek naam:

> “Code: K2” – ek mysterious figure jo Gazi Baba ke digital network ko Srinagar se control kar raha hai.

Aarav ke dialogue par episode khatam hota hai:

> “Baba mar chuka hai. Ab inke digital jihadi ko marna padega – K2.”

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Special Ops espionage story set in Srinagar:

Special Ops: Shadows Over Srinagar

 The Arrival

The biting chill of November crept into every corner of Srinagar. Snow had begun to dust the rooftops, softening the chaos of the narrow lanes. But for Major Aarav Singh, the cold was nothing compared to the weight of the classified mission briefing in his inner pocket.

He stepped off the unmarked military Gypsy near Dal Gate, dressed as a civilian journalist, a press badge clipped to his bag. To any passerby, he looked like another reporter come to cover the elections. But he was here under direct orders from RAW—a covert operation to dismantle a suspected Pakistani ISI espionage cell entrenched in the city’s old quarters.

He paused near a tea stall, scanning the crowded market. Locals shuffled past with crates of saffron and dried apricots, their faces wary. His earpiece crackled softly.

> Control: “Sierra One, confirm status.”

Aarav: “Sierra One in position. Moving to contact.”

His target today was a courier—a man known only as Rehman, who was believed to ferry encrypted instructions to sleeper agents hidden across Kashmir. Intelligence suggested Rehman would pass through the Zaina Kadal bridge at 14:00 hours, carrying a microdot hidden inside a prayer bead.

Aarav checked his watch. 13:42. No time to waste. He melted into the flow of pedestrians, careful to stay unnoticed by the paramilitary patrols that eyed every stranger with suspicion.

As he crossed a lane of shuttered shops, he caught a flicker of movement on a rooftop—a glint of glass reflecting sunlight. A sniper scope. His training kicked in. He ducked behind a vegetable cart as the first suppressed shot punched into the brick wall where his head had been.

His earpiece came alive again:

> Control: “Abort exfiltration. Hostile overwatch confirmed. Engage only if necessary.”

But Aarav had no intention of aborting. If Rehman slipped away today, they might never track him again. He edged along the wall, drawing the compact Glock 19 taped beneath his satchel. The second shot cracked into the cart, scattering potatoes across the lane. Civilians screamed and bolted.

At 13:55, he reached the bridge. Among the scattering crowd, a tall man in a grey pheran stepped onto the footpath, a string of wooden prayer beads in his hand. Rehman.

Their eyes met for a split second. Aarav knew there would be no second chance.

He raised his pistol just as the sniper repositioned, a bead of light trembling on the back of Rehman’s head.

Absolutely—here’s Episode 2 of your Special Ops story in Srinagar, titled:

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Special Ops: Shadows Over Srinagar

– The Fall of Gazi Baba

Night had swallowed Srinagar whole.

The streets of Downtown Nowhatta were a maze of shadows, broken only by flickering sodium lamps and the hum of an army convoy inching its way along the alleys.

Major Aarav Singh crouched behind the low wall of a derelict school building, his thermal scope fixed on the second floor of a brick house. Inside was their real target:

Gazi Baba.

A veteran ISI-trained commander, the architect of half a dozen attacks across the Valley. Intelligence had confirmed he was here tonight, meeting two foreign handlers.

Aarav spoke into his comms:

> Aarav: “Alpha Team, report.”

BSF Commander Pratap: “Alpha in position. Roof perimeter secured. No movement yet.”

Aarav: “Bravo?”

BSF Sniper: “Eyes on the window. Awaiting green light.”

At 01:13 hours, a dim glow lit up behind a torn curtain—lantern light. A silhouette moved across the window: heavyset, limping, the beard unmistakable.

Gazi Baba.

> Aarav: “Control, confirm visual. Permission to engage.”

Control (RAW): “Confirmed. Gazi Baba priority kill. Execute.”

Aarav closed his eyes for a heartbeat. Months of pursuit were ending in this moment. He whispered into the mic:

> Aarav: “All units. Green light.”

The BSF sniper exhaled. The suppressed shot cracked across the silence. The window burst in a mist of glass and blood. Gazi Baba crumpled to the floor before he could reach his Kalashnikov.

The house exploded in chaos.

Two gunmen inside fired blindly. Alpha Team breached the rear door in seconds. The staccato of gunfire echoed across the neighborhood as the BSF cleared each room.

By 01:21 hours, it was over.

Three terrorists dead. Two captured alive, bleeding and terrified.

Aarav stepped into the room. Gazi Baba lay in a pool of dark blood, eyes wide open, the prayer beads still clenched in his fist. The ghost who had haunted Srinagar was finally gone.

Commander Pratap came up behind him, his rifle lowered.

> Pratap: “We’ve recovered his satphone and documents. Looks like he was planning a major strike on the airbase.”

Aarav: “Good. Pack everything. Evac in ten.”

Outside, the first call to Fajr prayer began to echo across the rooftops. But for tonight, at least, the city could breathe.

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