Part 2
Ranbir had stepped in the cool atmosphere of the Bistro smiling, he'd spotted Mallika seated in a far corner she was hard to miss. His chisseled features and model looks had always earned him admiration right now too he reaped admirable glances as he weaved his way to Mallika. Dressed in a stone washed jeans with a simple black T shirt he looked as if he'd stepped out of a men's weekly magazine, no wonder Mallika had lost her heart to him. They had met at a party in Spain he'd been shooting for a new mag release, she was holidaying for a month though it was holidaying all year round for her. He was brand embassador for Lacoste money came easy so did the bad habits. Partying was a passion, liquor an addiction and Mallika a current obsession. "Hi handsome" Mallika drawled leaning in to let Ranbir peck her lips with an effortless kiss. "Where did you go last night? I kept waiting" Ranbir had complained dramatically as if waiting were the most outrageous deed he had done till date. In reality he was having the time of his life with Celina the model cum actress she was his new flavour. Mallika had called him up apologizing to him explaining that since Milind had returned from his trip to Turkey earlier than expected she wouldn't be able to spend a hot scintillating night with him at his pent house in Mud Island. "I told you Milind had come earlier than expected" she had repeated her excuse irritatedly downing a whisky. "Oh for the love of God just leave that good for nothing husband of yours " Ranbir had cracked he hated being ignored for Milind. "I wish i could he just bloody won't divorce me, says it's not what he was taught.... as if!!!" Mallika fumed. "You don't need him then why bear him....." Ranbir had soothed Mallika part of his interest in Mallika stemmed from the fact that she was the sole heiress to Raichand group of companies. A chain of hotels was owned by her father known worldwide for their flawless reputation throughout the years. Mr Raichand had been widowed early in his marraige his only family his baby daughter who he had named Mallika to represent her queen like status. His workaholic nature not only barred him from remarraige also he thought the well paid French nannies did an excellent job with raising his prized child. The result was an arrogant and snobby young woman who thought she owned the world. At 21 Mallika was pregnant and Mr Raichand was yet to find out who the father was he understood now what his negligence had cost him.... a daughter.
Milind had been an associate of Mr Raichand's his business though not as expansive as Raichand's was still promising. He was everything Raichand had wanted in a son in law smart, suave, shrewd and sensible. Milind's business had suffered a blow one of his hotels had been targeted by a terrorist bomb ripping it to shreds and that was his flagship hotel the first he had ever built, the foundation of Mishra group of hotels. The set back was a major one he needed help financially and rhetorically if he were to keep his head up. Raichand had struck a deal then his daughter's hand in marraige to save Milind's sinking reputation. The offer was alluring a grand hotel in Vegas bearing Milind's name funded by Raichand, Milind stood nothing to lose or so he had thought. In time he realized he had lost everything right down to his identity as the husband of the wife he had. Mallika had not wanted to abort the child and Milind had accepted to father it considering it a mistake on her part little had he realized this was a mistake she was bound to repeat often. Later the child had been miscarried Milind often suspected Mallika being the reason behind it but he had no proof neither did he ever probe the matter it was her child not his. Right now he sat motionless his recitent eyes abhorring the scene infront of his him. His perfidious wife was bitching about him to her boyfriend of six months, from where he sat he had a perfect view of Ranbir running his hands under Mallika's skirt she probably was liking it as she sidled closer to him. What was astonishing was that Milind neither felt jealous nor cheated he had an inkling of Mallika's activities the reason he had hired a detective to track her down. The detective had called earlier that morning to inform him of a late lunch date Ranbir would be having with his wife that day and he had decided to follow on the lead. Milind could not divorce her firstly because he respected Raichand as a businessman and a father in law secondly his own father would never approve of the separation. His Baba was of the opinion that marraiges were made in heaven and lasted a lifetime though it didn't really matter if the life term was cut short due to the suffocating relationship. Milind had to find a way to make Mallika confess infront of their family that she wanted out from the marraige he had to make her writhe in misery so much so that she'd scream the truth in public. A slow smile had spread across his face as he observed the love birds from afar gulping down the last of his martini he put a note on the table before signalling to the waiter.
Prachi was engrossed in talking with Shabeena who had promised to pay her the amount for the moment, Prachi stood elated true she'd have to pay it off later but right now she was too happy for words. They stood huddled near a glistening metallic Mercedes-Benz CLS 55 Shabeena had wanted to leave early she was running late for a class. "Thanks Shabeena I'll never forget your generosity" Prachi had smiled warmly. "Oye shut up no thanks wanks what are friends for " she had smiled back hugging her friend warmly. Shubha had paid for the light refreshments they had taken and had joined them when Shabeena realized she'd forgotten her purse inside."What crap now we'll go in again, where are your brains woman" Shubha had snapped while Prachi had laughed to see her this way. Though as usual Shabeena had dragged Shubha with her back inside Prachi stood smiling if two was company three definitely would be a crowd. Shubha and Shabeena were best of friends they had one thing common between them both were fans of a certain Shabbir Ahluwalia who graced the screen each night at 11. Prachi would listen patiently as both would discuss all details about him from the shirts he wore to the size of his stubble right down to his chappals. Prachi wondered why the man ever thought of stepping in limelight if only he'd known how fanatic girls were for him he'd have reached seventh heaven. She stood waiting for the two leaning against the Benz when she felt a cold hard object touch her temple. "Just hand over you'r bag and I won't shoot" someone had hissed in her ear she stood paralysed her body going cold. Her college fees it was in her bag how could she hand that to the thug. She had been about to scream when she felt a rough hand clamp over her mouth and a sharp pain on her head as the thief hit her with the pistol butt. The world slowly started darkening as she slumped to the ground in oblivion.
Disclaimer this quick update should not be considered a regular practise.😃
Edited by blind horizon - 16 years ago
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