Femme Fatale
Chapter three:
The story of a girl
Rules for agents 3:
We have no past or future, only the present.
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The words snapped all the hope out of her because if he said that he was her family, it meant she no longer had a family.
NO! Her mind was screaming but she couldn't get the sound out. It was stuck within her throat like a piece of coal.
"Don't worry, everything will be alright" The man's voice soothed her. "My name is Rajiv Khurana. I'll make sure you have everything you need"
She looked at the man's face and the moment she saw his kind eyes she trusted him. He picked up her hand and gave it a gentle pat.
"You are a special girl" He told her with a gentle smile. "Very special and we will make sure that we can help you use your amazing talents."
She nodded, entranced by his words. There was such magic in his voice and the conviction he held that for a moment she would have followed him blindly.
"Call me baba" He brushed back her hair affectionately.
"Baba" She finally let something pass through her lips.
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She leaned over the man with a smirk on her face. It gave her unimaginable pleasure to see the swine squirm under her scrutiny. He was in his boxers, while she was in her usual gear staring down at him.
"See if there is one thing I hate, its men taking advantage of young girls" Her voice was soft as the breeze that filtered through the window, except it was insidious in its calm. She had a voice that was meant for lullabies but the innocence had been robbed at an age from which there is no recovery. "And you've been very bad, haven't you?"
"I'll give you anything you want!" The coward whimpered as he felt her stiletto press against his neck. She could actually feel his carotid beat against the knife, a deadly beat. The stench of fear filled her nose, giving perverse satisfaction.
"Oh darling I know you will" She leaned in so that her lips were level with his ears. "Because scum like you only has power over the weak, not over someone stronger" She pressed the stiletto harder, nearly breaking the tender skin. It was clear as day who was the stronger person in this case.
"Please!" He begged even as he felt flashes of his life glimmer through his eyes. "One chance!"
"Now you are talking" The smirk on her face was gruesome into its malicious intent as well as beauty. "I want you to publically accept your guilt, make sure everyone knows of your heinous acts. Only then can you…….rest in peace" The last words were a threat if ever there was one.
He could only nod in fear, not realising that he had signed his own death warrant. Narayan Madhurkar had no idea what he would be facing with the light of the morning.
The phantom that had come to him was not only the bearer of pain but also his death.
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Meera walked into the office, taking in everything. There was nothing that her eyes missed as she assessed the floor plan of the top level. This was where all the head of departments and Maan Singh Khurana's office were.
It was elegant in its austerity with clean lines and contrasting black with white. It was representative of the owner; someone who worked in absolutes.
She made a mental catalogue of the things she would need for the changes she was planning to make and hopefully would get permission to do so.
"What do you think?" A familiar voice cut across. Almost involuntarily a soft smile spread across Meera's face as she turned around to face Vicky. As a rule she didn't like rich playboys but he in a way defied the stereotype. Oh she had no doubts that he had plenty of experience but she could see from his behaviour that it was all fun and games for him with no malicious intent and arrogance. He was exciting and adventurous, not selfish.
"What do I think of what?" Meera countered.
"Of my face" Vicky smirked but then let out a chuckle. "The office, you goof, what else would I mean?"
Meera laughed along with him, even while her mind was continuing its assessment.
It's a job Meera Shah, just a job.
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Maan watched the television with only half a mind, the other was busy watching his nutcase secretary who at the moment was busy writing while mumbling and also humming silly songs.
"Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy" she hummed loudly, not a bit self-conscious.
Seriously, Kesha? Maan shook his head in disgust. She dressed like a village girl, spoke like a machine and yet surprised him in every turn.
But then his attention was caught by the news on TV.
"Breaking News! Narayan Madhurkar, well known political figure committed suicide today afternoon" The reporter intoned causing Maan's eyes widened in shock as he listened. He knew Narayan and had always been weary as he had sensed something off about the man though he hadn't been able to put a finger around what it was.
But it seemed that his questions were about to be answered.
"Even more shocking is the news that Narayan was involved in opening brothels with under-age girls. He apparently gave a public apology through a signed note that was uploaded on to his web page as well as being sent to every leading newspaper. This news has led to police and women's rights organisations closing in on those illegal brothels."
The news continued on to detail Narayan's other crimes, something they would have never dared to do unless he was dead. It was also no surprise that Narayan's so called friends didn't come to say their condolences, as they didn't want to be painted with the same brush.
Maan turned to Geet, to talk about this amazing news but was surprised by the expression on her face. There was a cold look of derision, filled with such venom that his eyes widened. Gone was her usual joviality, instead an aura of intense hatred and anger. But the anger wasn't the type to burn, instead it was more frightening in its calculative pleasure. This was definitely not the Geet that he had gotten to know over the last few days.
But more surprisingly for the first time he found her eyes familiar. He was sure he had seen them and that look somewhere before. HE tried to rake his memory to remember when and where but it was a blank. I must have seen her somewhere before but where?
"Geet?" He called out her name in confusion, what is wrong with her?
Almost in a second she was back to her usual self, giving him her guileless smile. "Yes boss?"
"Are you okay?" Maan was too smart to buy into her sudden change. Something had happened in that second and he wanted to find out what it was. "Do you know Narayan?"
"Of course" Geet smiled at him with her innocent eyes shining, "Doesn't everyone know the famous Narayan?"
Maan just raised an eyebrow, not convinced with her acting. Maan Singh Khurana might have been a rich playboy but he was also a genius when it came to reading and understanding people. That is why he had such power and popularity, he knew how to convince and manipulate others to his way of thinking.
But he could also see that Geet wasn't going to say anything to him, yet. So he could bid his time, even though another part of him was questioning his desire to know about her.
Why are you so curious about this girl? He asked himself in frustration, She is just a secretary, yet you are so intrigued by her. It's time to put this curiosity to rest.
So with a tone that was harsher than he had meant it to be, he told her "Fine, get to work. I don't pay you to sit and muck around. I want you to bring me the blueprints for the new hotel in New York."
Geet just nodded in her oblivious and calm manner, getting to work. Maan felt even more frustrated at her lack of response, forgetting his previous thoughts and wondered what it would take to make her react.
She truly was an enigma.
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Meera walked continued to look around the place with Vicky at her side. To the outsider it might seem as if she was only doing her job with half a mind but the truth was that she didn't miss a detail.
"Well this is the main offices, that one is mine" He pointed to one of the larger offices, making her smirk, spoilt brat, and then turned to the largest one that made up the corner of the floor, "And that is the CEOs office, my brother and owner of this place, Maan Singh Khurana"
Maan Singh Khurana, she quickly took a peak through the blinds and could only see him facing towards a flat screen on the wall with a girl in a salwar sitting in front of him. She glanced around the office, noting the layout of the place. Laptop with a hard disk attached, TV on the left wall and a painting on the right wall. The whole front and back wall is made out of glass covered with blinds.
Meera believed that a person's sanctuary spoke a lot about their personality. And MSK's sanctuary, his office, told her that he was a meticulous and intelligent man despite his image of being a lazy playboy. The office had top of the line security with no frivolous designs that might affect it.
But there was hint of decadence in the lush carpet that was a deep brown colour and the couches that weren't harsh, instead inviting. Here was a man who clearly knew how to play as well as work.
Just as she was thinking all of this, the young girl came out of the room and bumped right into Vicky.
"Ooops!" She said loudly, while rubbing her forehead that had banged into Vicky's chest. "Sorry for that"
"I should apologise" Vicky smirked, even as he checked out the girl. He did a quick assessment, noticed the salwar, the plait and jhumkas, changing his expression quickly. He might be a bit of a player but he didn't mess with nice girls like her. "Sorry for bumping into you" He was genuinely contrite.
"Oh that's okay" She smiled widely, showing dimples on both her cheeks. Vicky smiled back at her, taken in by the innocent look. Meera on the other hand frowned, noticing the rapport between them. She didn't know why but it bothered her.
But Vicky just continued on, "I've never seen you before"
"I am Mr Khurana's secretary" She said with pride, "But who are you?"
"The devil's brother!" Vicky said with a cheeky grin that reminded Geet of her boss. She could see that he as well would have no difficulties with women.
Geet laughed out and managed to say, "Oh, you are boss's brother. Well I can see the resemblance. Quite cute!" As if she was an elderly lady, she reached over and pulled Vicky's cheek.
"What the-" Vicky managed to say in surprise.
He had never had any young girl pull his cheek as if he was a child and it took all the bluster out of him. Meera also stared at Geet in surprise, who continued to look happily at them two. She seemed oblivious to their surprise, acting as if it was perfectly normal to pull a grown man's cheek.
Geet was about to say more but Maan screamed out just then from his office, "GEET! Get the file!"
Vicky expected her to give a hero worshipping look at Maan or at least be fearful, instead Geet gave her calm smile and screamed out, "Yes boss!" and skipped away like a little kid with no worry.
"Very interesting" Vicky said with a growing smile, thinking of how his brother would handle his new secretary but Meera was still staring at Geet thoughtfully.
Secretary? Well I need to check her out. It was her job after all as an agent and as Agent 2 she was one of the best.
Meera Shah had never let anyone get under her radar and she wasn't about to let it happen now with a secretary.
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She listened patiently as he spoke about his family. He told her about his lovely wife, whom he considered the most beautiful and intelligent woman, about his mother who he respected more than anyone else and his sons.
But he spoke mostly about his eldest son, Maan. It was obvious even to a young girl that he had high expectations from Maan. He told her stories about his intelligence and naughty acts. Even as he tried to sound reprimanding while recounting his mischief, she noticed the deep love he held.
"Maybe you can meet him one day" Rajiv said, thinking of the two children playing together. He knew that Maan was more intelligent than other kids his age but she……well she was gifted. With an IQ off the charts she could be anything. It would do her good to mix with other kids.
She nodded eagerly, wanting to meet her Baba's family.
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AUTHOR's NOTE:
Firstly thanks for the lovely comments, they mean a lot to me😃
And secondly I know that the last update caused a lot of confusion and not many people enjoyed it but wait for a bit and it'll make sense. I am sorry that it put some of you off the story😳
So to answer your questions.
1. Meera is Agent 2
2. Yes Rajiv is/was Maan's father
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