With those
blood shot straight eyes, sharp eyes he looks at a blank screen devising a mass
shocker that still keeps the world troubled. Those eyes don’t look a screen
rather act cover for a massacre happening inside his head.
He lifts his call, Madam Prime Minister! as your chief strategist I would advise plan B, I see it so clearly only God’s
will can stop its perfect execution.
The symphony of destruction is
laid to its perfection. A Master plan created in a meditation of a sacred marriage
of hatred and serenity, peace and pure destruction.
She replies” Then why did you
suggest plan A”
He pauses a second, replies “I
have seen forty wars, won all of them. When I drafted Plan B It started to have
a life of its own. It wrote itself, the wide destruction and massacre will change
lives of men forever, there is no going back, for the first time I was scared
of not failure but success.
