SS Ankahee: For Kanta(Divan) the end part 15-pg40 - Page 2

Part 2

In another part of Mumbai, in the office section of a lavish and huge house, a man was waiting impatiently for his protg. He stood up from his chair, behind his desk and walked over to the window to looking down on the busy street in front of him. He straightened his white, now wrinkled shirt when he heard a knock on the door.

'Bhai-jaan, Pushkar aa gaya hai.'

'Andar bhejo usko Iqbal.' The man near the window answered.

He heard some footsteps, but didn't turn around.

'What took you so long?!!!' He thundered.

'Sorry Bhai. My appointment took a bit longer.' The young man apologized with a smile, knowing that the anger would soon be replaced by concern.

Why don't you just go to a normal doctor instead of some herb and oil person?'

'Bhai maine try to kiya tha. This is working I guess. Gaari khud chala kar aaya hoon and no pain what so ever. Still I feel like killing that b*st*rd. Peeche se waar karwaata hai and shot me in my knee.'

'Soon Pushkar, very soon you'll get your chance.' The man turned around, walked to his right hand man and patted him on his back. As if suddenly remembering something he said Pushkar, you drove. Phir bhi itni der? Tumhaari gaari to hawa se baatein karti hai na?'
'Arre bhaiya, aisa kuch nahin hai. It's just that…uhmmm…woh….' The man did looked suspiciously at the young guy in front of him, fumbling with his words. Pushkar was glad when a knock on the door interrupted them.
Bhai-jaan. Khabbar pakki hai. Salim wahan par dhandha karwa raha hai.'

'Yeh Salim khud ko sach mujh ka shehzaada Salim samajh raha hai.' The man commented. 'Looks like your chance has arrived. Chale ga?' He looked into Pushkar's eyes to see his own determination mirrored. He opened the drawer of his desk and took out a revolver. After putting it in the holster which strapped on his body, he wore his jacket.

'Iske baad, Shinde se meri baat karwana. It's urgent.' He said to the man next to the door.

Dhananjai Walia walked out of his 'office' and out of his house, followed closely by his right-hand man and his bodyguard.

***

Bhai, gaari zara dheere se chalaana. Puskhar said while he stepped out of the car in the evening. Dhananjai Walia laughed.Abhi Salim ke aadmi ko maar ke aaye ho, abhi tez gaari se dar lagta hai?'
'Bhai, yeh baat nahin hai............woh. Bas, you drive safely. I don't know why you need to go now. Salim kutton ki tarah dhoondh raha hoga aap ko.'

'To mai kya karoon? Dhundh raha hai to dhoonde.'

Frustrated, Pushkar clenched his fist. How could he explain? The way she looked at him when she typed Drive safely' in her speech computer haunted him. Her eyes had this dark glistering in them. Pushkar sensed something, more then his eyes could see. Even though he wanted to forget it, he couldn't shrug the moment off. It was the reason why he drove slowly when he got to drive after so many months. It was also the reason why he didn't want this man, who meant more to him then a brother related to blood, or a father to his son, drive all alone now when it was dark and enemies would be lurking around, but he knew he could not change his mind. Dhananjai Walia wanted to go somewhere, his private thing, and Pushkar would not be able to stop him. He watched him drive off in full speed, knowing that he wouldn't pay heed to his warning.

*****

Walia sat up straight in bed. He briefly fell asleep and woke up when he heard his companion take a shower. He yawned and stretched his muscles before he got dressed. He took his revolver from the nightstand and tucked it in the holster again before covering it up with his jacket. He knocked on the bathroom door and opened it a bit. 'Im leaving. He informed the woman under the shower. She moved the shower curtain and kissed him briefly on his lips.

'Call me.'

'Yeah sure. Maybe the next time.' Walia said annoyed, wiping drops of water from his face and suit, before he turned around and walked out of the bathroom and out of the hotel room.

In front of the hotel he asked the valet where his car was. Instead of waiting till his car was brought to him he choose to walk over to his car and drove off.

Bani was walking on the road. She just went over to Anna's place, who needed someone around her as her boyfriend wasn't back yet, but they did manage to pick a fight over the phone. Bani didn't want Anna to be alone so they went to her house together. After a few hours Bani left. It was already close to ten and the poorly lit streets were making her feel uncomfortable, but she had to go home. She wouldn't be able to sleep in an unknown surrounding so she preferred not to stay over at Anna's house. Bani made sure she was walking on the sidewalk. She knew that cars would be speeding by. Drivers had the habit of doing that when they found a practically empty road and if they would speed by then Bani would not be able to hear them. Being run over wasn't exactly Bani's wish and knowing her own limitations Bani carefully crossed the road to the side that had some kind of street-lightening. After walking a few meter Bani saw green paint fallen on the stones of the pavement. Bani felt her body shake seeing the green. Looking up she saw a familiar looking tree with thick branches, almost touching the ground. Bani looked at the road ahead. The lamppost was at the exact same spot. A shiver ran down her spine and Bani frantically looked back but it was too late. The black Lexus sped past her and only stopped when it hit the lamppost with such force that the car turned on its side. Bani remembered her vision and could remember the sound of shattering glass although she didn't hear it this time. Pushkar must be in that car. She saw this when she was putting a herbal mixture on his knee.

Bani ran to the car and tried to open the door on the side that free. Luckily it was the drivers side. The door was jammed. She walked around the car and saw that the front window was shattered but a lot of sharp pieces of glass were still stuck around the frame. She wouldn't be able to help the driver through there because she would injure both of them. Bani looked around for something heavy. She knew that this time deafness could work against her. Bani would not be able to hear any sounds coming from the motor, nor would she be able to hear oil leaking or fire burning plastic or metal. There was a chance that the car could blow up and Bani would not be able to recognize the first stages. Bani found a large stone. She picked it up and tried to break the window with it but she couldn't. For a while she wondered what kind of glass it must be but soon turned her attention towards Pushkar who was trapped in the car. Bani forced the lock with the stone and finally managed to open it. Suddenly she felt something wet near her feet. It smelled like petrol and instantly Bani knew that this couldn't end well. She threw her bag far away from her near the tree and she stood on her toes, placed her arms under Pushkars arms and tightening her hold around his upper body, tried to lift him out of the car. She was surprised herself that she managed to do it. Bit by bit she released him out of his seatbelt because she couldn't reach the button to open it from her position and with a lot of effort she dragged him over the edge on the car and tried to stop him from falling too hard on the floor. With all the strength she possessed she dragged him far away from the car, under the tree before she looked back at the car. She couldn't hear the sound of the rustling fire and was shocked to find that fire had spread all over the car. She turned back to see how Pushkar was doing but to her surprise it wasn't Pushkar lying on the wet grass. It was someone else. He looked older, more mature. Bani realized she hadn't seen a face while she was helping him, nor did she see one when she had a vision. Bani just assumed it would be Pushkar.

Bani dropped herself on her knees. She looked at the mans face. A good looking man possessing a strong jaw line and jet-black hair. He was unconscious and had a very deep cut on his forehead. He was wearing a black suit. His trousers were torn and blood was oozing out of a cut. Bani inspected the cut. It wasn't as deep as the one on his forehead. Bani touched his legs to look for other injuries but found none. She ran her hands along his torso and arms. Three other cuts and on his abdomen there was a big wound with three large pieces of glass stuck in it. The wound needed immediate attention. It was deep and big and he was loosing a lot of blood. His white shirt was soaked with red blood. Bani searched for some kind of plant that would stop the bleeding. Around them there was only grass and two types of poisonous plants. Bani turned her bag upside down, hoping she had some oil or a mixture that would stop the bleeding. In frustration Bani banged her fists on the ground in the soft grass. She had nothing in her bag that would help him. Almost crying she ran her hands over his torso again, hoping to find his mobile, if he happened to carry one. She felt something and pushed his coat out of the way. Her eyed grew wide and briefly she wondered what he was and why he was carrying a gun with him. She looked further and felt something in his pocket. Bani knew what she had to do. It wasn't her favourite way of healing someone and there was a risk of being exposed or misunderstood, but she wondered if this man would survive if she left him here to get help and make someone call an ambulance. Bani quickly gathered her stuff because she knew that she would need every second to get away as fast as she could after she would regain her strength. The most important thing, her speech computer should be safe with her. She clutched her bag, that now had all her belonging in it, tightly under her arm and with the man's mobile looked for a number of someone who seemed to be a close relative. She couldn't find a number stored under Mom or Dad. She did, however, see the number of someone named Puskhar and hoped it was the same man she met this morning. She quickly send him a message and prayed that this man would read this message as soon as possible.

Accident on Jainroad. Come quick, bring ambulance and police!

Bani turned to the furiously bleeding man on the grass and ripped open his shirt to reveal the wound on the left side of his body. She could see the exposed, bleeding flesh and the glass stuck in it and hoped he wouldn't catch an infection. Bani pulled the pieces of glass out of them and saw him wince in pain. With tears in her eyes and anticipating pain she closed her eyes and tried to concentrate. She lifted her hands and held it above the wound. She bit her lower lip and tears streamed down her cheeks. Her hands felt warm and by now she was trembling all over, feeling pain in every muscle of her body but she knew it was working although Bani tried not to let it hamper her concentration. Bani blocked everything around her and only focused on what she was feeling and doing. It was enough, she couldn't take it anymore. Bani briefly opened her eyes to see that the wound had closed. Her eyes travelled up to the mans face and to her astonishment she found a pair of intriguing black eyes holding her gaze before everything around her faded and she collapsed next to the man, drained of all her energy.