Hi Ppl
Here is your next update. I guess the whole purpose of a SERIOUS😆 FF by me went down the drain with the first part. Hope this part remedies it!!!!🤣🤣🤣
PART 2
She hurriedly tip-toed into across the Main Hall, heart pounding and nerves snapping like a ship's sails. She could hear the crystal clear Namaaz prayers floating through the deadness of the night. Somewhere lurking in the shadows she knew was the great brown Alsatian whom she had earlier tackled with fevi-quick.
However this time things were totally unplanned. In fact the members of the ROBIN HOOD SOCIETY had nearly abducted her from the temple. It was her mother's death day and every year their family made it a point to visit the temple at night. Geet had felt rough arms dragging her out of the temple, a firm hand clamped across her mouth to muffle her protests. Only when she was shoved into the Black Sedan and had recognized the Adi Mehra did she plug her fears. There were no words. Only a bag handed to her with the note "Place it back in Maan's house". Geet had attempted questioning but only silence was the reply. The Sedan dropped her outside Maan's house and crouched away in the shadows.
Unease arched between her shoulder blades as a tense quiet hummed around her. She noiselessly clicked open the door. Her hands were trembling visibly. Despite the cool night, sweated beaded her forehead and dampened her spine and palms. Her coral coloured salwar suit clung to the contours of her body.
She placed the bag down and ripped off the note from it. Her throat was parched. She shuddered at the thoughts that had attacked her in the temple when she was carried to the Sedan. She had been afraid.....afraid enough to even shout for her brother if necessary.
She threw her dupatta on the bed with irritation. Her hands reached for the water bottle on the bed stand and she uncapped it hurriedly. The cool waters washed down her throat and suddenly she took notice that the wall switch was flipped on and soft light had already chased away the shadows before her arrival. That meant that Maan was in this room.
But where? Her feet got iced! She was paralyzed in fear...in fear of being caught here.
An unsettling energy fluttered in the air, as if a storm was moving in. Geet placed the bottle back in place.
She heard a door snick open and her frozen feet thawed in response and carried her safely behind the curtain of the window she had used to break in.
Her eyes were fixated on the blundering dupatta that lay like a traitor on the silken bed. It took every ounce of Geet's restraint to stop her from rushing in and pulling off the dupatta from the bed.
"Google," the deep voice nearly stopped her heart. It was then Geet tore her eyes from the dupatta and looked at the man who had walked in from the adjoining door.
Maan was wearing navy blue cotton pajamas. But his arms and chest were bare, mocha smooth skin on open display shattering Geet's personal comfort. Every inch of his upper torso was taut and toned, the muscles sharply defined, and there wasn't an ounce of spare flesh on the ribcage, the lean hips. The muscles on his arms were perfectly corded. Geet felt hypnotized at the sight in front of her.
Only when he bent low to pick up the carefully restored bag did Geet regain her senses and jump out of the window. But not before ripping the curtain in the process.
"Who is there???" Maan rushed to the window only to be welcomed with a blast of cool night breeze. Somehow his astute olfactory reception caught the scent of Calvin Klein's Obsession perfume lingering still amidst the ruffles of the torn curtain. The bag was in his hand and the question in his eyes but no sound came from the secretive night. He could distinctly hear the engine of a car come to life and glide away.
He unzipped the bag and found the bundle of notes that had been robbed last noon. Now what was up with these thieves??? Returning their loot...It made no sense to him. He shrugged his shoulders and placed the bag at the foot of his music system.
He his eyes crinkled at the corners seeing the coral coloured dupatta lined with pearls strewn across the white silk of his bed. "A female thief..." The sound of it amused him.
He had always been amazed by the theory of 'Criminals with Conscience'....
He picked up the fabric and crushed it into a ball, tossed it on the wooden console in his room. He sighed in relief, thanked God that he hadn't bothered wasting time by reporting the matter to the police. He lay down on the bed and sunk into a sweet sleep.
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"Where the hell did you disappear?" Viren demanded sternly. Geet looked down sheepishly trying to churn up some excuse.
"Ask her what she did with her dupatta? Some bargain offer at the mall??? Dupatta do brains lo?" Sam pointed out at her missing dupatta.
"I am sorry. I had to rush off to book a gift for Piyush's wedding. And a beggar lady was shivering so I gave her my dupatta..." she lamely lied.
"Oh....I fathered Mother Teresa!!! You expect me to believe that Geet?" Viren skeptically eyed her.
"Oh Pa...come off it! Gimme a break. It wasn't as if I got lost in the Bermuda Triangle," her annoyance was discernible.
"How I wish..." Sam muttered under his breath and was given a look loaded with loathing from Geet. She marched off to her room and slammed the door hard.
"I wonder who'll tame this girl???" Viren sighed.
"Pa you'll need to contact the Sicilian Mafia or maybe Undertaker. Only they can handle her..." Sam went back to his PSP.
"I wont have to go that far. I'm positive I know the man who can set her straight," Viren mentally made the needed calculations.
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"You are dissolving the ROBIN HOOD Society! But why?" Geet gawked at Adi in extreme confusion.
Adi shuffled through the papers fitted in the red file and gave Geet a dismissing look that said that there would be no explanation.
Geet was highly maddened.
"I need an explanation Adi! We members risk ourselves while you people enjoy doing the paperwork. I am demanding a reason on the behalf of all of us who struggle to maintain your weird timings and do your jobs," her pitch was rising with each syllable.
"Listen Geet...We never begged you to join the society. You joined us of your own accord. And if you remember the contract it says that you have no right to question any of our decisions" Adi said in icy tone.
But Geet wasn't going to let go so soon. She put her foot down. "Either you tell me what's going on or else I'll walk up to the police and give out the name of this society," Geet threateningly stepped forward.
Adi was gobsmacked. This girl was the limit.
"Watch it. You are crossing the line, Geet."
"Till date we have toed the line Adi. But now I've had enough. I either get a reason for this abrupt dismissal or else I'll knock at the door of the police station"
"Do what you want. The police aren't going to believe you," Adi gave a devilish grin.
"Not even when I give them the explicit details of the robberies??? I mean step by step description of the process?"
"You'll be digging your own grave!"
"And will get you guys buried with me too," Geet tossed her hair back in complete attitude.
Adi saw the gleam of determination glistening in her eye. He knew she meant business. He had been an ass to get involved with her personally.
"Geet sweetheart, why don't you understand. The business is getting riskier by the day. Enough of our noble social work. I am sure we have earned God's favour by our work."
Geet walked to him. She wasn't a duffer. She very well knew that Adi was trying to throw dirt to hide the coffin. But she decided not to probe anymore. After all she too was tired of this work. And off late her relationship with Adi had hit the rocks. Before the demarcation between their lives in the society and their lives out of it was clear. But lately all they did was talk about the management problems of the society, unruly members everything was blurred. It seemed to Geet that their love life had faded away. Adi no longer cared to ask her out. He was so keyed into the functioning of the Society.
"Does that mean...with the dissolution of the society our relationship also goes?"
Her voice was calm and yet Adi could sense it on the edge of a knife.
"Whoever said that honey? Infact now that this whole madhouse is shutting down we can have more time to ourselves," he lied without twitching a single muscle in his face.
Geet gave a curt nod and left the place. Her nerves were too strained and her grey cells were feeling exploited. She didn't like the idea of being dumped. If they had to end their relationship...She would be the one to do it.
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"Did you dismiss her?" he sat bathed in darkness, a single finger drumming a noiseless beat on the desk.
Adi felt the lump in his throat melt. His voice quaked through the darkness.
"I told her that the society was dissolving. I assure you Sir. She'll never be back. I'll personally see to it that she forgets everything."
"I hope I can trust your words Adi. She has already created tension for us. And will you still be romantically involved with her?"
The question raged a silent storm in the room. Adi's palms felt clammy.
"Give me a week Sir. I'll ensure that GEET HANDA's name will never be associated with the life of any member of our society. Not even mine."
A jerky nod confirmed to Adi that he had managed to get the time he sought. He muttered and inaudible "Thank You" and rushed out of the room.
*Pallo's Villian Laugh*
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