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Originally posted by: AgnesFan
omg .. what a brilliant writing .. thriller n Daya becomes main culprit behind drug deals n there is Ananya verma as the journalist who just gives chills to police department n again there is Neil who is handling this case ...
Ali - a warm charactermy god your story is different level .. u are a law student? can I name it as a political thriller?
Originally posted by: lol_rofl
Omg that was an interesting update.😳
I am loving this concept buddy.
Do continue it.
And girl what do you study?? 😆
Warning: The chapters contains sexually explicit content.
Chapter Three: Lemon Scented You
"Would you like some water, Ms. Verma? asks Neil with another boyish smirk, ushering her into his living room. Ananya nods distractedly, taking her surroundings in. Clean lines, standard design. A single bedroom, and a comfortable couch he seems to spend many a night on - judging by the comforter slung over it and the worn cushions. The house reeks of warmth - lights scattered everywhere, photographs of the people he treasures all over. His home tells a story. Ananya dearly wants to peel his home apart until the man who lives in it lays bare in front of her.
Neil materializes in front of her with a bottle of water. He's wearing black pants and a fitted, green cotton tee. It contours the hard panes of his body perfectly, and Ananya feels her throat dry. She takes a sip and hands the bottle back to Neil, who empties half of it. Watching Neil drink water is like witnessing poetry. His throat quivers as water sluices down it. His strong, sinewy hands hold the bottle firmly. The water seems to bleed relief into his form. He sets down the bottle with a small gasp. A small bead of water seeps out from the corner of his mouth and trickles down to his chin. Ananya finds she cannot take her eyes away.
Since when did you become such a pervert? she asks herself harshly. Plastering a polite smile on her face, she looks around for a place to sit. "You can take the couch, the chair or the floor he says, gesturing loosely. Ananya takes the floor and brings out a notebook and a pen. "What do you guys know of the vigilante so far? she asks him. "We know the vigilante is a woman and uses a samurai sword and she has no compunctions in killing men or women. Don't know about children. We know that her beat, so to speak, is the entirety of the city and that she is against criminals only. She's hit the city four times so far, each time there has been no civilian casualties from her side DD tells her. Ananya notes all of this down. "Do we know nothing else about her? she asks. Neil shakes his head. This was unsurprising, as the task force had only been constituted after the third attack.
Ananya frowns. "If her beat is all over the city, then she's probably staying centrally. Or she has some manner of transport we aren't aware of. And how does she find out about the crimes?
Neil shrugs again. "If it were me, I'd hack into the CCTV cameras everyone has outside their shops and use those as surveillance. At any given moment, Sheherpur has approximately two crimes happening each hour. This vigilante seems unconcerned about the petty theft - her sole focus seems to be the drug cartels and other major crimes. Unfortunately, we don't know how to check whether the surveillance cameras are being hacked. The rampant crime in Sheherpur meant that most places had CCTV cameras in the vicinity of their shops or residences. The police encouraged this trend, for it made their work easier. "I know a guy, Ananya says. "He can find out within two or three days, I think. Neil wants to ask who this guy is, but something tells him it's better he does not know.
They start methodically making a list of all possible places the vigilante could be based out of. Through mutual agreement, DD and Neil decided that they don't want to share the Dayawanti Mehta angle with Ananya just yet - wanting to see first if she's trustworthy or not. There is little left to do, so the discussion turns to the vigilante herself. "I can sympathise with what she does Ananya says with a little shrug. Neil freezes. "You can sympathise with a murderer who has taken the law into her hands? demands Neil angrily. Ananya's eyes flash as they register his accusatory tone.
"Don't pretend your hands are so clean, ACP. Kill a man in an encounter, and you get a medal for it. Kill the same man with a costume and a samurai sword, and suddenly you're in the wrong? she asks incredulously. "Your hands are filthy too. You've seen the dark places. Don't act like you haven't
"There's a difference, Ms. Verma. I don't get into encounters with the intention to kill the people involved. I don't set out to take the law in my hands. I don't kill with intention and purpose, that's the difference. That's why I'm not in the wrong and this woman, whoever she is, is. The difference is, between life and death. Between believing in redemption, and killing mercilessly. Neil says angrily.
"Intention does not change the fact that your hands are sopping wet with the blood of those your gun killed in the name of duty. Not everyone on the list of people who ended up dead was a hardened criminal. What about those protests that hit the city when the Nirbhaya incident happened? Some protestors ended up dead then. Were they hardened criminals? asks Ananya.
"Intention is the difference between ten years in prison and a lifetime in prison, Ms. Verma. It's not on us to decide who is worthy enough to live out the entirety of their life and who isn't. We are not overmen, neither should we aspire to be
"An overman is not as abstract a concept, ACP she says quietly
"A man believes he is beyond human morality and law and wanting to rule over others, in a democracy? Please. That's dictatorship
"Or, says Ananya gently, "it's the blue-blooded elite of this god forsaken town
Neil opens his mouth and then closes it again. There is no arguing around fact. Their city existed in a vacuum where morality did not guide most human action. At best, it was an adornment for the hypocrites and at worst, a mildly inconvenient happenstance swept aside for larger, grander ambitions
"So, your solution is an overman to instil fear in the hearts of the bourgeoise in the city? Neil asks finally. Ananya smiles at him and stands up. "I don't believe that. Living without fear is a right all have. But this city, it's people - they have forgotten that living without fear is a right for all and not a privilege for some. I do not support murder. You're right, no one has the right to decide who gets to live and who doesn't. But, I understand where the vigilante is coming from. My understanding does not mean I accept it.
The room is completely silent. Neil looks at Ananya, really looks at her. Like he hadn't seen her before this. She shifts uncomfortably under his scrutiny. The intensity with which he looks at her is uncharted territory.
"Uh-oh DD says suddenly, pulling the curtains back and effectively breaking the moment Neil and Ananya had built between themselves. "Look he says - pointing at the clouds rolling in from a distance. "A storm is coming. The trio crowd the window and peer at the sky. How apt, thinks Neil, glancing at Ananya from the corner of his eye. A storm, indeed, was on its way.
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The summers of Sheherpur are hot and dusty. The roads heat up and dust swirls around the ankles of those duty bound by circumstance to trudge along the heated lanes. Barren tongues beg for water and are turned away by all but those who believed they are answerable to God. Men, women and children look to the sky and beg for respite. Every year, the newsmen scream that Sheherpur had yet again broken the nation-wide record for highest recorded temperature. Global warming, panel experts scream. God's will, the priests yell back. However, neither global warming, nor God stop the heatwave from quietly claiming lives destined to be no more than statistics to be thrown at the government for its failure to protect its people. Amidst all this, the skies of Sheherpur swell and swell with the prayers of its people until one day, the city wakes up to the harsh sound of rain beating down against window panes - settling the dust and poison in the air. The jubilation is momentary. The streets get waterlogged, the traffic time doubles and the city curses the rain and begins to reminisce about winters with the same nostalgia one reserves for a treasured childhood memory.
Rains in Sheherpur are sudden and voluminous. They have the ability to clog the streets with water, resulting in congestion that could last for hours. It is because of this, after much insistence on Neil's part, Ananya acquiesces to staying with him as the ensuing traffic jam would mean she would have to spend at least 6 hours on the road. Neil reassures her that he will be comfortable on the couch, and Ananya cannot refuse when he insists she take the bed. Inside her mind, she's already planning how to barricade the door lest Neil turn out to be some sort of creepy rapist. He really did not seem like such a man, but Ananya knew it would be foolish to trust anyone blindly. As an added measure, she even texts Ali and tells him where she will be at. DD, who lives three houses down, decides to make a run for it.
For dinner, the two have leftovers of the night before. The only sound from their table through dinner is the chink of cutlery scraping the plate. Through a speaker in the corner, a slow ballad Ananya doesn't recognize weaves a mournful but mellifluous tale of love. The song and the sound of the rain create an ambience she does not want to spoil by talking. Her companion, too, is lost in his own thoughts and dinner passes in a companionable silence. With dinner out of the way, there is nothing much to do - so they both bid goodnight to each other. Neil gives her a comforter and helps her make the bed. He shows her to the bathroom and asks her to call for him if she needed anything. Soon, her nightly ablutions are done, and she settles into the bed. Outside, the wind dances with the lightning to the beat of the rain thrashing down on the ground. Ananya lets the sounds soothe her into a deep sleep.
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Rough, calloused fingers stroke intricate designs onto the skin stretched over her ribs and Ananya squirms for more. Desire pools into her lower stomach. Hands, she thinks, staring deep into the brown eyes of her lover. Neil's eyes are mischievously twinkling above her own. He holds her down with one palm flattened over her hips, the other one languidly tracing and stroking every inch of her taut, naked body. "Neil she gasps quietly. "Did I wake you up? he asks, the mischief making his eyes twinkle. "Neil, please she gasps. She wants to say more, but Neil leans down softly and slots his mouth across her before kissing a heated, wet path down to her navel. "More she whispers, when he looks up from her navel. "More what? he asks her. "More of this? he asks innocently, before placing an open-mouthed kiss on her nipple. Ananya arches, actually arches, the moment his mouth comes in contact with her body and a sharp whine escapes her mouth. "Or more of... he says, and slithers down her body until he is at eye level with her sex "...this? he asks, before placing a firm kiss on her mound through her panties. Her hips thrust upward involuntarily. She moans, and Neil laughs softly. "Tell me what you want he asks her, all the mischief in his eyes replaced with heat and intensity.
Desire courses through Ananya's body. He wasn't close enough. "I want... she gasps, unable to put to words exactly what she wants from him. He smiles at her devilishly. What a contrary man, she despairs, writhing and squirming the way only an aroused woman could. He leans down and kisses her again - it's rough and heady. Addictive. Using one hand to maintain balance, he uses the other hand to trail a path down to her venus mound and slips his fingers into her panties. Hands, she thinks wildly, as his fingers stroke her core intimately. He slips in one finger, then another. Pumping and twisting as she writhes and keens. More more more she begs. The climax she seeks is so near. Garbled prayers escape her lips as he peppers kisses on every inch of her body. She hurtles towards her orgasm with breakneck speed. "Trust me, Avni he whispers, before capturing her mouth in a searing kiss and swallowing her cries.
The name cuts through the fog of desire in her mind.
Then, Ananya's eyes fly open.
The clock in front of her bed reads 3:00 AM. She notes that her legs are twisted within the sheets and her body is drenched with sweat. She blindly reaches for the bottle of water. What the hell was that? she asks herself, too afraid of the answer her mind wishes to provide. As she drinks the water, she realizes her underwear feels strange. Her body is on tenterhooks with the force of her dream and her hands tremble as they screw the cap of the bottle back on. Ananya clambers off the bed, and gingerly peels her panties off her body. They are, to her dismay, completely damp with arousal.
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Ananya closes the door softly behind her, preparing to sneak out of his house. The rain had long since cleared, and she needed to report to the studio in two hours. Tip-toeing across the hall so as to not wake Neil up, she freezes when a voice cuts in from behind her - "couldn't sleep?
Ananya's hold tightens on her bag, hoping her underwear would remain buried under everything she'd stuffed on top of it. She turns around with a polite smile. "I have to report to the studio offices in another two hours, so I must leave now. The streets will be waterlogged, I don't want to take a chance. Neil waves away the apology in her voice and stands up slowly. A whiskey bottle rolls on the floor. It's then she notices, that his eyes are unusually bright. "Are you okay? she asks him carefully. "Yeah yeah, you're just witnessing the occasional indulgence he says, then smiles sheepishly. "It's rude to drink with guests in the house, but it's my first day off tomorrow in months.
Ananya's eyes fixate on his mouth, on the way his tongue rolls each word in silk and brine before letting them roll off his tongue. Focus, she berates herself. He stands up, and strides up to her. The whiskey bottle is nearly gone, but Neil manages to walk straight - a feat Ananya is secretly impressed by. He stands close to her - the whiskey on his breath burns the inside of her nostrils - before wrapping her up in a hug. "Take care, Ms. Verma he mumbles into her hair, before letting go of her. Too unsure of herself to say anything in return, she turns sharply and walks out of his house. "Thanks, ACP she says, once outside, and Neil smiles at her, uninhibited. His smile is warm and genuine and Ananya smiles back despite herself. "You smell like lemons and orange blossoms he remarks, to no one in particular, before leaning close to Ananya. His nose brushes against her throat and he inhales deeply. "Brand new, lemon scented you he says suddenly and giggles.
Outside, the sky is dark blue. The air is pregnant with water vapour and the burnt aftertaste of lightning. "Go to sleep, ACP Ananya stammers. Neil smiles at her slowly again, and nods mock seriously before waving goodbye and closing the door. Ananya stumbles on her way to the lift and only exhales when the doors of the lift shut. The point where his nose brushed against her pulse seems to burn with a life of its own.
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End Notes:
1. Concept of "overman" being referred to is the same one from Friedrich Nietzche's philosophy. The concept of an overman is a fascinating subject to me, and Ananya and Neil will discuss this in more detail in the following chapters. To the readers, I ask this. In what scenario would it acceptable for a human being to be beyond the morality and norms human beings set for each other?
2. This story will have, from now on, some heavily sexual overtones. The Neil and Ananya I have conceptualized are similar to the show and I find it difficult to believe a man and woman with a chemistry as incredible as theirs would not fantasize about each other in a sexual setting. More steam to follow!
3. What did you think? Comment, comment comment! The more you respond, the faster I update the rest of the chapters. Thank you for your kind words on the last chapter. I hope you find this chapter similarly enticing.
4. To the silent readers of this story, I encourage you to comment or at least, hit the like button. Your words means a lot to me, even if you think they don't. I don't get money off this, and just want some good ole lovin from you. If nothing, it would make me feel good about myself.
5. Neil's hands (wink wink)
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