Prologue:
'What a wonnderrfull evening, ain't it Mathur?' He slurred looking at his half-empty glass. 'Beautiful weather, beautiful wine and...' he looked to the other side where all those scantily-clad women were gyrating- 'beautiful women. Really what else can one possibly ask for' he giggled after finishing the sentence.
Mathur wasn't sure whether he's supposed to laugh at this statement or not, he smiled nervously at his boss resulting in his face looking constipated! He knew this man was up to no good and him taking refuge in such a conspicuous place strengthened that belief!
'See that b**** over there' his drunk boss pointed to a particular girl. She wasn't dancing, just serving those sloshed predators their supply. Mathur looked her way and saw that regardless of her alabaster skin-tone, her features were not at all western. If possible she looked...Indian. He gulped.
'She came to the Goenka house a few weeks ago, B**** that she is, thought she could get her ugly paws on Raj, didn't she? What did he say was her name?' He closed his eyes and hit his glass to his temples and after some time opened them again with a dramatic exclaim. 'Saakshi...Saakshi something. wazzunit?'
At this point, Mathur saw that the woman stared directly at her boss. Her brown eyes were sharp and her gaze piercing. She walked up to them straight and stood facing the offending customer.
'Drinks, sir?' She asked in a husky voice coupled with an alluring smile. But Mathur gulped again as her penetrating gaze haven't left either of them and if he knew better, she could well be spitting poison in both their drinks...and they would have no clue.
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'You...you can't do this to me...I'm your...FOR GOD'S SAKE I'M YOU...' He bellowed but was cut short. 'I know what you are to me...won't even need a DNA test for that, would I?' The other one drawled, fixing his revolver.
'Do you realize what you're doing? You would be in Jail all your life' He tried threatening as the last resort as his hands were tied- literally.
'Please' he chuckled now walking up to the tied man, 'I know what I'm going to do' his voice was so calm yet so dangerous. He came to his side, pointed the revolver to the man's head and whispered amid his loud pleas and protests 'Au revoir, Arnav Goenka.'
Over to you all peeps 😃
Edited by shelly_08 - 11 years ago