FF : Mysty Secrets...Ch 2/ pg 5 updt 12/4/15

MUMBAI 1:45 AM

Loud regional music engulfed the dark lonely roads as the driver turned the steering wheel with the swift movement of his fingers, loudly humming the tone to himself. The co-passenger forwarded him a half-finished bottle of local alcohol and the driver pressed the rim of the bottle on his lips, gulping down a few sips, while he managed the wheel with the other hand efficiently. He returned back the bottle to his partner laughing aloud while the song changed into a more vulgar number and he excitedly pressed the accelerator harder this time.

The other person sitting beside him took the now-almost empty bottle from him and started drinking the remaining beverage pinching his face as the bitter liquor ran down his throat. They were singing loudly along with the song played on the truck FM and muttering curses as they voiced the lyrics among themselves. The driver took another turn and reached one of the busiest streets during these dense dark nights in Mumbai. He peeped outside the window as he drove closer to them, controlling the steering with his one hand.

Ladies wearing exotic bright colored short dresses were waiting or speaking with their so-called clients for the night. This area was well known for such business at these odd hours. The driver slowed down his vehicle while crossing them, gaining innumerable curses and nasty taunts from the crowd of women standing there. His gaze was stuck at their visible naked skin and exposed cleavage. It was clear he was drunk and aroused. He stopped his truck at the side of the road ahead and turned to look at his partner.

His partner has picked up a fresh bottle in his hand by then and was looking at the obscene beauties around him. The driver patted his shoulder appreciating his gesture with an immediate slang and both jumped down from the seat equally excited. The women were all busy bargaining with their petty acquaintances when these two drunken idiots walked to them. With a heated aroused body and a ton of liquor running in their veins, the men started losing their senses as they approached these women. Each word they spoke and the irregular steps they walked were tipsy indicating their fully drunken state. The driver reached near one of the women and held her hand.

'chal mere saath,' he demanded, smiling wickedly at the sparkling purple mini skirt which exposed her naked legs,

'chal hat yaha se...dande ke waqt dimag kharab mat kar,' one of the women jerked him away and turned to an equally aroused spoilt rich brat.

'aayee aa na..' the driver again moved near her, this time trying to touch her dress near her shoulder, but she again cursed and pushed him away.

The man felt agitated and held her hand dragging her roughly towards him. His partner had already had his hands over another girl, who was a bit young and pretty new in the business. The strong pungent smell of alcohol and a sound of struggling glass bangles with countless dirty slang filled the air, creating an immensely messy commotion. The people started dragging two girls with them towards the back of the truck. Other women too started shouting and cursing him. But the drunken ears had gone complete immune to them.

Others standing there looked at them back and then went back to their own work smirking at their destinies. These women never had the right to decide their fate, not even for a night. The men out there were too busy with their own lust to even look at the two miserable girls being hauled forcefully by two senseless drunkards, who had already started lifting their dresses on the way. The men picked up the girls and started pushing them towards the back of the truck when a group of eunuchs came from the other side and instantly rushed to help them. They were their acquaintances too and knew these girls well. The eunuchs kept shouting at the driver and his partner and pulled the girls back from them, but then landed in a fight with the two drunkards.

The fight didn't last too long. The drunkards were easily captured and beaten and the girls returned back to their work. The eunuch's had started walking away, leaving behind the two fallen men when the partner stood up and ran towards them. In the spur of the next moment he banged a filled bottle of alcohol on the back of one of the eunuchs, before they could even realise. The bottle broke piercing into the skin, wetting their dresses and the eunuch fell down yelling with his head in between his palms. Others eunuchs ran for the culprit ready to start another scuffle but the driver hurriedly rode the truck and started the engine and the partner hanged himself to the back of the vehicle. The truck reversed and started moving, when the partner hopped into the back of the truck and pulled out a cartoon of the same local drink and started throwing the filled bottles aiming at them. The spectators too started running after them yelling and cursing with all their might.

The bottles broke on the road though, not injuring anyone much, but wetting them at places where the liquid touched. Everyone started shouting curses and threatening them loudly when the man smirked and threw a burning match stick on them and the alcohol wet ground caught the fire. The fire spread rapidly and before anyone could even blink, the fire reached the group of eunuchs who had surrounded the injured one. Within seconds their clothes caught fire and started burning their skin. The victims and the on lookers started shouting but before they could reduce the flame or remove the dress, the flammable alcohol on their body increased the fire and they kept themselves at a safe distance, leaving the group of eunuchs to wriggle with the fire scorching them.

Before anyone could help the fire victims, the fire engulfed the group of six eunuchs in it, leaving the terrified prostitutes the eye witness of the burning game.

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