FF-Ajeeb Dasta MANNET- Updating

'bittuji' Maan lazily spoke across the studio... 'I hope you are not making me sign a careless contract!?... By the look of this dreadful director, I have a feeling my finger is doing a mistake...' his dark brown eyes with heavy eyebrow looked mockingly at the frightening bittuji. 'are you giving a second chance to your thought?' Maan pulled a eye brow up with little smile at the corner of his lips. 'my, my bittuji,' he stood up, pushing the director way, gluing his gaze to the short chubby man. 'are you sweating?'

'no chif! It-s not that' he stumbled.

'than?' Maan distracts. 'tell me bittuji what is it?' he walked with each step, shaking each soul of every person present in the room.

'I - I thought its - a good- story!' bittuji spoke with a shaky voice.

'than whats the problem bittuji?' Maan increased his tone along with the pace of his lazy walk. He pushed his both hand in the pockets, leaning back, playing with a little paper ball like a football that laid on the ground. 'where did the confidence ran way?' he pulled a face as he stopped in front of bittuji.

'chif, don't you think it's a good idea?' he drank his saliva, looking up at the handsome Maan. Questioning his own thoughts.

'oh bittuji,' Maan laughed out loud. 'bittuji... Bittuji... Now... Hmm...' he tilt his head from one side to another, 'you never fail to amuse me bittuji. Tell me is your parents comedian? Did they work as a b grade comedian on stage?'

'no-no chif!'

'silly bittuji... You should have! You could have been at my place than!' He spoke in a mockery tone yet with serious attitude.

A laughter scattered across the hall, echoing from one side to another. Bittuji in shame and embarrassment looked down.

'so- you think I could have been a fat ugly guy walking after a mythical superstar?' Maan question bittuji with seriousness. The whole laughter stopped instantly.

Bittuji confusingly looked at Maan. His eyes showed the innocent little man inside. 'no-no chif!'

'than why no words bittuji? I here nothing... Why you did not open that mouth when I suggested...'

'suggested what chif?'

'oh my god bittuji... You think there can be other actor who is greater than Maan?' he takes his hand out from his pocket, spreading them far out, 'you think anyone can be better than Maan?'

'no chif... I have... Never...'

Maan disbelievingly looked way. 'you just broke my heart bittuji!' he gave out a annoying smile. 'PACK UP! I have party to attend!'

The director in worried face looked at his dying set...


The crowed new there destination. A black car with heavy metal paints stopped in front of the satin red carpet. A name echoed amongst the vast hall, 'Maan! Maan! Maan!' screaming, shouting over one voice of another. People swam over the hard concrete floor, shoving, pushing. The discomfort and irritation emerged like a bright moon under the heavy black sky as a handsome face appeared from the dark raven black limo. One glimpse- one glimpse of this man all they requests, but instead they faced tall black men in there black and white shirt, and gun hiding comfortably at one side of there waist, twisting and moving as they pushed like a magnet creating an invisible barrier between the glamorous Maan and the ordinary people.

His hungry eyes with little smirk lurked just above the thin layer of his red lips. His eye's slowly started to gaze as he walked In his black Armani boots. He jerked his left hand, fixing the Rolex watch with little twist of his wrist, shaking the long torso, than folding his one hand comfortably in his left pocket while his right Rolex hand glided with little style. Maan twists his neck from one side to another, seeing his lovers through the dark Gucci glass, the dimple gave it way his dirty intention with those beautiful girls. He waved at them like they were some beggar from the street and he was the goddess, before walking in to the great hall of the worlds most desirable function.

Maan's body blended like a jigsaw as he stepped in to the great hall amongst the dirty crowed. He smirked and waved as each and every pair of eyes that eyed at the new hot and happening bachelor.

'my- my- bittuji. It looks better than before!' Maan eventually spoke as he looked up at the four meter chandelier hanging on the middle of the ceiling. The light glittered to reflect the envious eyes of the new comers who once dreamed to have his million dollar name. Maan Khurana.

'I see many envious eyes chef.' the small chubby man smirked with his boss successes. He jerked his shoulder to fix the small collar that was hiding between his thick neck muscle. 'if you say I would take my pleasure to remove each one of them. What say?'

'bi-tu-ji...' Maan spoke lazily while taking the black Gucci glasses off. 'are you really planning to take my toys way? Do you believe I can endure this tormenting party with out my -t-o-y?' he twists his neck looking down at bittuji's little mischievous face.

'no- no chif. What power do I posses, that me- bittuji- can remove your expensive toys. I dare not. Please chief, give me the pleasure to lure a very expensive toy to you.'

'I hope he won't be nothing like the- one you brought earlier today.' Maan smirked.

'no, it's far better. He requires to swim seven sea to reach at this mans spectacular place. I hope you understand what I am suggesting towards- chif!' bittuji proudly presents his words in front of the Maan.

'than what's the delay for?' Maan misplaced his smirked face with a small smile as heads towards his crowed who was anticipation waiting to greet him.

After few minute, bittuji tapped slowly taps on Maan's shoulder, with a million dollars face. Maan looked slightly sideways and than spines around, only to witness J.K Troy. Worlds number one director. In his world flop film do not exist.

Maan smiled, bringing out the thick layer of shadow of his false personality. 'Mr Troy', he spoke in surprise manner.

'hello, Maan!' the man raised his hand for a warm handshake. Maan without any delay pulls his hand forward. 'it's a pleasure to met you that even a bad storyline is a box office can be a hit with your charming smile.'

'blame the god I guess.' Maan replied.

'how could we?' the director mocked. 'god have been kind to throw a diamond from the 7th heaven for us. You surly don't expect us to complain! - now do you Maan?' he learned forward patting his back. 'do acting for me. I will make you wonder.'

The two tall man in black walked to the nearest table to take there meeting in little more private. Both sat opposite of one another. Smiling with there future successes.

'I say that's a great offer, but...' Maan posed, looking at bittuji. 'am I committed?'
Bittuji quickly looked through his little phone, then looked up with a worry face.

'end of this year chif.'

'I don't mind waiting for a diamond like you my boy.' troy spoke. 'I don't mind at all. This will give me time how exactly I want you to dance on my character!' he spoke proudly.

'I am not someone who dance in someone's instruction but make them dance. So be careful with choice of your words mr troy.' Maan mocked.

Troy laughed at his little demanding tone. 'I know how to play well with those words.' he looked around for few second before opening his mouth again.

The whole hall with director actor was looking at them with hatred. Because somewhere they knew what ever they were talking about, it's about to be world most successful story.

'every eyes on us.!' troy spoke again. 'and...' mr troys word disappeared with sudden bang somewhere at the hall. His heart skipped several beats, somewhere knew it was the sound of a bullet. Maan & troy instantly without a second delay there unconscious mind forced them to twist there neck at the direction of the noise.

"what was that?" troy instantly demands... While Maan looked confusingly at the crowed, who was just about to go in to a panic mood. Than without any warning one of troys guard pushed him to hide troy in his embrace... Then the guard held a gun at one of the stranger who was standing amongst the crowed. The guards eyes knew well why he was there, why the stranger was pointing a gun at troy...
Without any delay, the guard shot the man and instantly his dead body dropped on the floor with a loud bang creating more tension amongst the crowds.

'are you alright sir?' the tall black man asked as he helped troy up. A pile of security came by running hiding him in the middle.

Maan sat there little taken back and unaware what was happening. His guard also joined them. Protecting him.

A sudden scream scattered across the hall, running over a dead body on the floor who was trying to shoot mr troy.

'what's going on?' Maan looked at troy who looked very nervous. 'who is dead?' he tried to look up but suddenly another shot came in a lightning speed, and one of Maan's guard felt on the floor. Petrifying bittuji, looked at his chief shocking face. He observed as one of his best guard felt thud on the hard concrete.
'chif, we have to leave now!' the guards pushed Maan along with troy towards the back door.

Another shot flowed but missed troy, hitting one of the metal door, and before they knew, few more noise of shot came from several direction, the chandelier the was hanging on the ceiling, it came down with its heavy wait, smashing it self on the floor... Shattering in to millions of pieces...

Maan's bodyguard pushed him little back for his safety, however, the rush of crowds pushed them further in and the guards lost both Maan and troy...

Maan tried his level best to move out and head towards the exit, however faith had something different for him tonight.

He ran recklessly, opposite direction towards the small exit gate. Troy stood in the middle with panic face with no guards...
Maan looked at him over the crowed, indicating to head towards the long exits which mean walking around the broken chandelier.

Troy hesitated for few minutes and than flowed Maan, as he pushed each and every member of the hall.

'this is ridicules!' Maan confess. Bittuji were no where to be seen and furthermore where is his guards?

Maan pushed little harder when a gun clicked on his scull. Maan's mind could guess the feeling of a hard metal on his skull. It was cold, barely unnoticeable. His eyes looked down before gazing upon the face of his killer. Its a she. Slim milky leg. As he gazed up amongst the heavy crowed a red dress became visible, than her slim waist with a black bow. Her hand showed no sign of fear, she knew what she was doing and confident at her act. Maan smirked. 'pretty' he whispered to him self.

Maans brown eyes gazed at the gun than slowly like a wind he flowed the hand to her face. 'beautiful'... He whispered again, starring at a brown eyed girl. Black hair, and those pink lips... He can almost taste them.

'game over...'. the girl in her red dress spoke loudly. 'let mr Troy go!' Maan confusingly looked at Troy and than the girl who stood there with a terrifying face yet looking elegant.

'excuse me?' Maan pulled one of his eye brow up, wondering what's wrong with this girl! He came out of his sense... Still very amused by the confidence...

'you have failed and you defiantly won't be killing mr Troy under my watch!' the girl repeats with a heavy tone.

'do you know what I am going to do..' Maan angrily looked at the girl.. However Troy distracted by seeing the heavy situation as each moment it was becoming impossible to see them self escaping or walking out of this vast hall alive.

'he is with me! Where were you?' mr Troy looks at the girl.

Both men looked at the girl with equal hatred and disappointed however Maan had some different ideas...

Few men behind the girl stood holding a gun at Maan's face slowly lowers and bends forward, just above the girls ear. 'we have to move now. G!'

'very well...' the m quickly spoke. 'flow me!' M spines around, looking at the busy crowed. She spines her head to the right where a closed door laid. Two guards holds Troy and slowly cuts there way out, while Maan flowed the lady called G.

'must say, your company provides unfaithful service! Specially in this occasion.' Maan spoke as he flowed G. G didn't reply to his useless sentence, she pushes open the door which flowed in to a quit hall and than few other doors. 'I will personally fill a complain against your company. Very poor bodyguard service with beautiful body!' he smirked.

G angrily looked at Maan. 'I am from CIA, so quit talking and start moving!' G replies cunningly.
From the back one of G's member shouts out... 'Geet turn right!'

'so it's Geet!' Maan mumbles as they heads towards another door. 'it's very ironic, don't you think?' he leveled him self along Geet, looking at her Firenze that kept covering her face... 'i only here gun's geet"

Geet didn't reply. Her mind had its destination, to rescue troy and this lunatic. She looked at him again, wondering who was this guy, looked someone like... Geets thought was distracted by one of the team member as they safely walked out through a safe exit.

There were two black car waiting impatiently for me troy. He looked at Maan and offered a safe lift back home, however his eyes was on the girl who very kindly rescued him.