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GODFATHER…..PART 2
Josh sat on the couch with his arm around Kripa, both smiling in delight, watching Prateek play with his toys sitting on the Persian rug in front of them. Prateek was in kid's heaven, surrounded by toys: Pokemons, Transformers, action figures of Superman, Batman (his favorite), hand-held games . He was talking seriously with Batman, posing his hands and feet, making him fight an evil Transformer.
Josh laughed in amusement and dropped a quick kiss on Kripa's fragrant, silky hair. His hand caressed her bare arm and neck….she trembled slightly.
He bent his lips to her neck and whispered in her ear: Chalo, bedroom mein chaltey hain….bahut miss kiya hai tumhey….mujey bhi mauka do make-up karney ki"
Kripa reddened and shook her head, then whispered: Abhi nahin….thoda sabr keejiye…adhey ghantey mein Prateek ka Art class hai, Maria le jayegi….phir….she stopped, her cheeks hot.
Josh groaned: DAMN! Bahut intezaar karvati ho tum….abhi Maria ko bula lo…
Josh, please…..thoda wait keejiye….a red-faced Kripa twisted and wiggled in his arms as he squeezed her tightly, pressing her softness.
She changed the topic: Josh, aap next trip per jaaney ki baat kar rahey the….kahan jaa rahey hain hum?
Hongkong….wahan mera 2-3 mahiney ka project hai….I cant stay for so long without you two….main toh pagal ho jaaoonga….Josh rubbed his scruffy cheeks against her soft one, both his arms wrapped around her.
I know, Josh……Kripa looked into his grey-green eyes and nodded: Prateek bhi aapko bahut miss karta hai.
Aur tum? Tum mujey bilkul miss nahin karti? He looked quizzically into her deep brown eyes….eyes that always held sadness in their depths, eyes he had fallen in love with and vowed to bring laughter in them. It was a pity he hadnt succeeded so far.
Kripa smiled shyly and nodded: Haan, main bhi miss karti hoon…
Isiliye toh iss baar tum dono merey saath aa rahi ho…I will talk to Sunny's school tomorrow….tum bhi apney students ko chhutti de do teen mahiney kee….
Theek hai….main kal hi sabko bata doongi" Kripa agreed with a smile.
Kripa gave music lessons in private at her home to 6 children between the ages of 8-12…twice a week. She had wanted to be a music teacher in a school but with Josh being away from home so often, she had to hold fort and be a stay-at-home Mom for Prateek.
Achha, Josh, agar hum dono bhi tumharey saath chalein toh ismein tumharey company ko koi problems toh nahin hogi? Did they agree to this? Kripa asked curiously.
Of course! Unko koi aitraaz nahin..….in fact, Nishant was the one who suggested that this time I should take you and Prateek along. I was cribbing so much in Sydney that he got fed up…..Josh laughed.
How is Nishant Jee?
Oh hes fine…..hes unmarried….why would he care? Wo toh poori zindagi Singapore, Hongkong, Bangkok ke chakkar laga sakta hai….lekin main kaisey kar sakta hoon? Its tough for me.
Hum kab jaa rahey hain ?
Next week…..the company is booking a hotel suite for us..….Maria will go with us too. She can look after Sunny while u and I have our first honeymoon. Do u realize, aaj tak hum apney honeymoon per nahin jaa sakey" he nuzzled her neck amorously.
Kripa bit her lips, then laughed: Honeymoon karogey toh project kaisey chalega ?
Time Management, Honey! Yeh banda sab kuchh manage kar lega…don't worry ur pretty head about it…..he affectionately rubbed her hair.
Maria came in after half an hour, Kripa got Prateek ready and sent him to his Art class nearby with Maria in the family car. Before leaving, Prateek made his Papa promise that he wouldn't leave again before he returned from Art Class. Josh solemnly swore he wasn't going anywhere without Sunny.
As soon as they left, Josh lifted Kripa in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. She squealed a little bit but didn't protest as he swiftly undressed her and placed her on the plush bed. As he started kissing her, she tried to respond to him, trying to please him as he was doing to her. As he spent his pent-up passions in her, she closed her eyes and lay there, breathing faster…..suddenly a deep sigh came from inside her heart: An-gad!
A lone teardrop rolled down onto her pillow.
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The Jade Garden Restaurant on the ground floor of Regency Hotel in Singapore was softly lit with Chinese lanterns….it served Japanese, Chinese, Indian and Italian cuisine. The hotel guests included many Indian, American, European, Japanese and Korean guests. On one side was a small dais/stage, dimly lit. A spotlight fell on a man seated on a chair, strumming a guitar, his head bent. He slowly lifted his head, revealing a ruggedly handsome face, with a sexy, unshaved look, light brown eyes hidden behind shades, full manly lips, a white headband holding back unruly, wayward hair falling in charming waves over his broad forehead. His broad, muscular shoulders were encased in a black leather jacket open in front, revealing a white shirt stretched tautly across a broad chest, dark jeans hugging lean hips and powerful legs, dark sneakers on his feet! He looked around the room, a slightly mocking smile on his lips. Then he began crooning, playing his guitar expertly:
Hotel California….Eagles
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy, and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
I was thinking to myself,
'This could be Heaven or this could be Hell'
Then she lit up a candle and she show me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...
'Welcome to the Hotel California'
'Such a lovely place' (such a lovely place)
'Such a lovely face'
'There's plenty of room at the Hotel California'
'Any time of year' (any time of year)
'You can find it here'
Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, She got the Mercedes Benz
She's got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
So I called up the Captain, 'Please bring me my wine'
He said, 'We haven't had that spirit here since 1969'
And still those voices are calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...
'Welcome to the Hotel California'
'Such a lovely Place' (such a lovely place)
'Such a lovely face'
They living it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise! (what a nice surprise!)
Bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling, the pink champagne on ice
And she said 'We are all just prisoners here, of our own device'
And in the master's chambers, they gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives, but they just can't kill the beast
Last thing I remember, I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
'Relax' said the night man, 'We are programed to receive'
'You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave'
As he sang, his eyes checked out the ladies/girls in the restaurant. All eyes were fixed on him….they were mesmerized by his song, the fairer sex hypnotized by his husky, deep voice and manly looks. His eyes fell on a girl, probably European/Chinese mixed, hanging onto every word he sang, staring at him fascinated. He smirked….she was going to be the lucky one tonight. He needed an alibi….tonight was going to be like every other night…with a small difference. His eyes fell on his open guitar case at his feet and he smiled.
He sang 2 more songs:
You look wonderful tonight" (Eric Clapton)
And " Don't turn off the lights" (Enrique Iglesias)
Then he excused himself for a short interval : Enjoy your dinner, folks! I will be back after a short break" Everybody applauded and cheered wildly. He threw them a kiss with his hand, picked up his guitar case and walked out after a slight nod at the girl staring at him. She smiled adoringly at him.
Zaib walked into his dressing room which was at the back, near the exit door. He went in and locked the door. Then with lightning speed, he stripped off his jacket, shirt and jeans…underneath was a skin-tight black tights and full sleeved tight black T-shirt tucked into it.
He bent and opened his guitar –case, lifted the guitar out, and pressed a small indentation in the red velvety interior. The top compartment slid back, revealing a hidden bottom part. Nestled in thickly cushioned cut out compartments was a rifle…a long-range semi-automatic assault weapon..M16. He took it out, fit a silencer to it, screwed on the telescopic lens. It was ready for target.
Zaib went to his closet, there was a dark overcoat hanging inside. He reached into the false lining and took out a long, silky cape and a mask. Then he grabbed the rifle and went into the bathroom attached to the dressing-room. After securely locking the bathroom door, he opened the window up on the wall behind the cistern. He climbed on the cistern, and slid out through the window, onto the ledge outside. He was on top of the parking lot of the hotel. His eyes scanned the perimeter, there was nobody around, he grabbed the rifle and cape from the bathroom window and jumped down 6 feet onto the ground below, landing like a cat on his feet.
He swiftly put on his cape and mask….he was Batman now! He picked up his rifle, hid it under the flowing cape and walked past the parking lot to the one next door. It was a restaurant, with scenic windows on one side. His target was sitting at a table facing the window, talking to somebody on a mobile as he stuffed his face with seafood. Zaib smiled….this was easier than he had thought.
He pointed the rifle and locked in his target. He zoomed in with the telescopic lens, and targeted the head. Then he fired! Zing! The silent killer went through the glass, and hit the man square in the forehead. A dot of red appeared in the middle-aged man's forehead. He slumped on the table, noiselessly. The people around him didn't even hear the sound of glass shattering with all the commotion and conversation going around in the busy restaurant! It was only 10 minutes later when the waiter came to ask for his next order, that it was discovered he had been killed, execution-style, with a bullet wound in the middle of his temple. By then, Zaib was back in his dressing-room, in jeans and jacket, ready with his guitar-case to go up onstage again!
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pallavi
Edited by pallavi25 - 17 years ago
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