The Gangsters Mistress
~ Chapter Nineteen ~
The echo of the winds, the whispering promises of her sweet melodic voice, the piercing agony of a gunshot and a smile so cold, so manipulative, so surreal. Covering his ears in a desperate attempt to block the sound of her laughter, he roared and twitched in and out of unconsciousness.Sir, if I wanted to die from lung cancer I would have happily succumbed to my friends peer pressure of smoking'No' he rasped out, 'stop' he whispered harshly, clutching his head tightly as if to squeeze all his memories of her out from his head.
Finally the great Maan Singh Khurana is on his knees just like I had dreamed for a very long time. Boom baby. 'Geet!' he shouted, rising up in a sitting position, chest heaving from his deep pants. He stared unseeingly towards his outstretched hands, recalling the moment whereby he had almost felt the need to comfort her. As if taking notice of his fingers for the first time, Maan clenched and unclenched his fists. They trembled with the need, the hunger and absolute desire to draw out blood from the betraying enemy.
Blood. Her red crimson blood.
The sound of footsteps captured his attention, compelling him to snap back into the harsh reality that welcomed him. Darkness seeped throughout his surroundings, no sign of lightness to be detected. It was palpable that he was trapped in an underground dungeon, the metal bars incarcerating him like a caged animal. Maan stared at the wound marked on his abdomen. It was clear that someone had removed and bandaged the bullet wound when he had laid unconscious, oblivious to her betrayal.
'Did you really think that I would let you die so easily Mr Maan Singh Khurana?' A voice whispered before him. He looked up and stared at the facade, without flinching or portraying any form of emotion. 'A foolish mistake' he replied with a casual shrug as he walked towards her, only to stop as the metal bars stood like a barrier between them.
She raised her eyebrows at his show of bravado and smirked. The smile lodged into his stomach like a punch, so unknown, so distant, so cold, so unlike his Geet. Maan's eyes roamed over her, noticing that the dupaata had been replaced with a black fitted singlet that outlined her every curve. Her traditional and sometimes simple long skirts were now a pair of tight black skinny legged jeans. Her chosen attire didn't bother him as much, however the missing dupaata reconfirmed his loss.
What are you doing!?' he asked startled. 'Making a bandage for you' she replied innocently as she wrapped his white shirt around his injured palm. 'Please do not think that you actually expected me to tear my dupaata for you?' she asked in disbelief. 'It's your injury, your blood, your own fault, so why should my dupaata suffer?'
'Reminiscing about a memory that was planned in the first place serves no purpose' Geet interrupted. She sneered at his lack of expression, desiring to see the betrayed look once again. 'Well Mr Maan Singh Khurana, are you not going to question me? Don't you wish to know who I am? She asked triumphantly. Maan tilted his head and played an act of observing her from head to toe. 'A high classed s**t?' he concluded with raised brows. Geet struck her hands through the metal bars and slapped him on the face. ''Guess again sweetheart' she hissed. Maan fingered his cheeks and shrugged his shoulders 'Lets skip this childish guessing game and come straight to the point' he remarked.
'If you wish' Geet whispered, straightening herself. 'What does the surname Handa remind you of?'
'Oh that's a tough one. Such an insignificant surname - who could it belong to?' Maan mused.
'Quit playing games and answer the question' Geet snapped.
'Correct me if I'm wrong' Maan replied sarcastically, 'I did just survive from a major gunshot wound. My memory will be a bit hazy'.
Geet laughed at the irony of his words 'Lets see if your memory is hazy enough to recall another certain surname. D'souza?' Maan stiffened slightly further betraying his otherwise calm composure. 'Ring any bells? Geet mocked, 'because it certainly rings mine'. Maan's fist clenched around the iron bars as he loomed closer to her face 'What about D'souza?' he whispered harshly. With a smile Geet leaned forward until their faces were only inches apart before murmuring 'Ricky D'Souza sound familiar to you?' Maan's eyes flared with anger, 'What relationship do you share with that animal?' Geet fingered his cheeks and allowed it to roam around his face until she reached his jaw. Gripping it with her hands, she dug her nails into his flesh and hissed 'That animal whom you ripped limb by limb, nail by nail, flesh by flesh before his very own little sisters eyes was my brother!' Geet reached forward and backhanded him as tears began to form in her eyes, 'that animal whom you falsely accused of raping your sister was my only remaining family!' She raised her hands but was stopped shortly as Maan bellowed with unrestrained anger.
Geet opened her mouth to further reopen his wounds when suddenly his hand snaked out from the bar and grasped her neck. Unable to slacken his hold with his superior strength, Geet struggled to breathe as he continued to choke the breath out of her. His grip intensified, blocking all forms of air passage, whilst she began to thrash around. Geet blindly scratched at his face, but only received more of his wrath instead. Her eyes began to roll back whilst her throat began to make choking sounds. 'I'll kill you' he whispered through clenched teeth, 'slowly but surely. You will end up begging me to kill you - that I vow upon my sisters grave'.
With a disgusted grunt, Maan pushed her bodily away and watched her stumble to the ground inhaling deep gasps of breath. ''Guards!' she barely shouted with her hoarse voice, ''guards!'. Two thickly muscled men descended from the staircase and stood before her as she weakly stood up. Geet turned around and faced him, her face still ashen from the life threatening encounter. 'Don't worry' she stated, clearing her voice 'the feeling of hatred is mutual'. Not a sound or word was uttered between them. Maan's fingers had whitened from the pressure of his fingers wrapped tightly around the metal bars. 'My my my look whose all grumpy now?' Geet chided, 'does betrayal hurt? Especially when its from a loved one' she purred with a wink. Geet let out a laugh and walked around the enlarged cage, 'You do know that I planned everything don't you?' she stated, 'from our very first encounter to the moment I landed in your safe house'. Geet whisked her hair back from her shoulders and grinned, 'I dreamed of the day I'd finally entrap the most wanted, the most feared gangster of all time. And would you look at this? The most ruthless gangster was caught by a mere chit of a girl' Geet doubled over in laughter, 'that's not going to look good on your resume Mr Maan Singh Khurana'.
'Those men who surrounded us and threatened to rape me were my men' she announced. 'Tom and Jerry - I think that were their names were also sent by me.' Geet twirled around and shook her head in feigned sympathy 'Your not so smart and cunning after all. One look at an innocent damsel in distress and your already weakened like a pitiful grandma' she taunted.
Maan beckoned her with a flick of his fingers, 'come and taunt me before my face' he threatened.
'With pleasure' Geet retaliated. ''Guards keep your rods in handy, someones begging for a beating of their life'. Nodding her head towards his direction, Geet commanded the guards to attack. When none of them moved, Geet looked over shoulder and scowled 'I ordered you to enter that cage and beat the son of a bit*ch down to the very pit of the ground!' Again, the guards disregarded her command and silently continued to look at her. 'How dare you disobey me!' she hissed. Geet reached out to snatch a rod from one of the men's hands when suddenly both the guards grasped her from each arm. 'What the hell!?' She shouted.
A deep masculine chuckle echoed throughout the room as she looked hesitantly over her shoulder in surprise. Maan simply unlatched the already unlocked door and stepped out with ease. The raged expression was replaced with cunning amusement as he continued to chuckle at her bewildered face. 'Surprised already sweetheart?' he asked, 'what a shame, I haven't even began to unravel the surprises I have in store for you'. Geet did not even bother to struggle as she was too shell shocked to even react in defense.
Maan stretched with a deep yawn, flexing his biceps and twisting his arm around. He craned his neck sideways and took the crack out of it. 'You really thought to fool the King of the Underworld?' he asked with a smirk, 'the very same person who has the police force, the media and the government within the fist of his hands?' Maan raised his black shirt and inspected his wound 'nice shot' he complimented. 'H-how did you know?' Geet stammered, real fear finally lodging into her gut. 'Beautiful, I've had you figured out from the moment I met you'. Maan walked up to her and caressed her cheeks. 'Granted, I had no idea who you were when I met you at the station. But you raised my suspicions when you decided to trust a complete stranger holding a gun. Even more so when the men suddenly found us in the middle of no where and threatened to rape you.' Maan shook his head, 'it did not make sense. Why would the most loathed and feared gangster not be shot down at the first opportunity?'. Maan fingered her hair, 'I shot you, took you to my safe house and miraculously disappeared not long after. Do you honestly believe that I will give a complete stranger the privilege of roaming around my house for 5 months without an agenda?' Geet snapped her head away from his touch, however Maan gripped her by the chin and forced her to face him. 'I have a camera in every single room and believe me when I tell you that I had watched your every move, your every inspection of my house'.
'I then proceeded to find out more information about you'.
Cracking his knuckles, Maan looked at his phone and dialed a number.
'I want to know everything about the girl who lived here for 5 months' he began, 'her address, her occupation, her family, her entire history.' Disconnecting the line, Maan laid back down and closed his eyes seeking tranquility.
'Not longer after the phone call, I heard you throwing rocks at my window' he stated. 'You do remember that of course? How could you ever forget? Following that event, I encountered your Tom and Jerry'. Maan tapped his head and mused for a second 'was it Jim and Jerry? Or Tom?' Shrugging his shoulder, Maan continued his stretching routine. 'I was quite impressed with your plan until you foolishly allowed one of your men to escape'. Maan shook his head at her stupidity 'a mistake that definitely cost you. I had my men hidden in the street in case I was ambushed. But with only a tilt of my finger, they followed your Jerry or Tom whom foolishly ran to the shelter whereby you had your men hidden and armed'.
Maan cast a glance at her stricken expression 'I'm sure the following story is pretty predictable. My men ambushed yours, threatened to spare them if they switched loyalties blah blah blah - the same old usual'.
'...Then why didn't you reveal my intention's beforehand?' Geet demanded 'why did you continue to play along?'
'Oh baby I was bored!' Maan stated, 'I found entertainment in the form of you and so I pretended to play the role of a serious love sick puppy just to see what you intended to do next'.
'My revenge was an entertainment for you?' Geet shouted in outrage.
Maan placed a hand upon his heart and tried to look innocent 'You wound me. Could you cut a guy some slack? You cannot entice my attention with a mere trailer. I wished to the see the entire movie played out before me'.
This time, Geet struggled from the mens grasp 'I wish I had killed you when I had the chance!' Maan took a step closer to her and whispered to her face 'then why did you hesitate? Could it be that all this pretending was not actually an act? For your sake Geet, I do earnestly wish that you did not truly fall in love with me' he stated with a sly wink. Before Geet could respond, Maan took a step back and motioned for one of the men to throw him a rod. Within seconds, he caught the rod with one hand and twisted it around as if practicing with a sword. Maan raised the rod behind his shoulder and batted with it as if he were playing cricket. 'Cricket was always such an amusing sport' he remarked as he continued to bat into mid air. 'Now all that is missing is a ball' he mused aloud as he pretended to search for one in the underground dungeon.
His glance stopped at her direction and his smirk only widened. 'Found you' he whispered. 'What was it you said to me before? Ah yes .. Boom baby' he drawled with an evil smile as he raised the rod in the air and aimed to use her head as a batting target. 'Goodbye Geet Dsouza Handa. Say hello to your brother on my behalf'. He ended his sentence with a swing of his bat.
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