AvNeil FF: A Fate Intertwined NEW THREAD PAGE 27 - Page 4

Originally posted by: _SANJU

i'm sorry for commenting this late...

such a different plot...

never read something like this before...

and the way you write...is just amazing...

i just want to read more and more...

loved all the 3 updates so far...

please update sooon...

what's with neil's hand...i tried to understand...but really couldn't...😕

Originally posted by: ArjunPMs

In Ananya's dream, she dreamt of Neil's hands doing stuff to her. It's really just a visual teaser of his hands - because I love men with beautiful hands and couldn't resist giving the character this little piece of myself 😆 No actual consequence to the story...

Originally posted by: lol_rofl

Ohhh Girl i dont know ur name? What is it??

You are such a sexy writer☺️

Like the story is something about high level.

And the fantasies are wild too☺️

Awww the update was super sexy.

I love this update.

Update the next chp soon

Originally posted by: pri12

This was amazing...Loved it

Ananya is feeling attraction towards Neil...

That dream was hot...

I have one question..In dream why did she imagine him calling her Avni...In this story she has two names also??

Is she Avni Ayesha..Granddaughter of Dayawanti Mehta??

Chapter Four: Something Insidious

Ananya stumbles into the corporate offices of Nyaya's parent network. "Cutting it close today her executive assistant grins, handing her the packet of fresh clothes. "Who's the lucky man you spent the night with? Ananya ignores him and enters the bathroom hurriedly. Changing into a set of fresh clothes (and underwear!), she emerges. The fresh clothes make her feel cleaner, but she dearly wishes for a hot shower. Unfortunately, the meeting was concerning their second season and since she was also an executive producer, she could not skip it. The shower would have to wait.

The meeting is long and fraught with internal conflict. The show had enjoyed high ratings and increased viewership and the producers were considering to move the show to some paid-streaming portal. Some executives thought the show being moved to an online portal would make it more "youth-centric. The others thought it would reduce viewership. The men were shouting at each other, trying to drive their point across. Ananya feels a headache brewing. "Gentlemen, please! she snaps. "Let us release the first season on some web streaming service and check traffic and feedback and decide further. There is another volley of shouts and suggestions and no satisfactory conclusion is reached upon. They decide to give the matter a rest and turn to other aspects of the show.

"Have you started on the next episode? they ask, and Ananya shakes her head. "It's been a dry week she shrugs. "What about the people who gassed your house? one producer asks. "Police hasn't caught them yet. "If you can catch them, maybe we can run giant promotions about how you're the voice everyone wants to silence. It'd be the story of the century remarks one producer wistfully. "Yes, well, don't make a martyr out of me just yet she responds dryly. Laughter rings across the room.

"Through an internal connect with the police, I was able to find out make and model of the gas bomb though. The supplier is from Bangladesh. Maybe we can run a story about illegal arms trading in Sheherpur? asks Ananya, biting her lip. The producers tut. "That's interesting, but no one will care about that story. The gas bombing was an isolated incident - if we have more then maybe we can make a case out of it.

"What if we cover that vigilante who is hitting the streets? suggests another producer. Ananya shakes her head. "Not yet. Too little too soon - it's a good story and we don't want to waste it.. The others nod in agreement.

"But I have another story I've heard reliable chatter about another major drug deal going down since the last one failed spectacularly. Last time, the parties spoke through emissaries. This time, the two cartel heads will meet face to face at some unknown location

"Who's your source? demand the producers and Ananya smiles secretively. "My source is good she assures them. "I'm thinking let's do a sting operation and do a grand expose. The mood of the room becomes tense. She knows the doddery old fools would never let her do such a dangerous' episode. "But... says someone. Here we go, thinks Ananya, as one producer tells her it's too dangerous and cartels shouldn't be messed with. Suck their dicks, why don't you? thinks Ananya viciously as the producers shift and nod in agreement.

"I may have a story says Atul Agnihotri - a senior level executive from the channel, and Ananya looks up. "It's closely related to this party. The last time there were rumours of a face to face meet in a public set up, ten women disappeared from Sheherpur around the alleged date of the meet. An acquaintance of mine, Neela Pareekh, works with women working in the red-light area. She tells me that to this day, the women don't know what happened to them. They remember walking home and after that, just flashes he says.

"It's my supposition that these women are probably taken for some reason related to this meet and are drugged to the point of no recollection. At that time, drug testing was not so refined and the system was a lot more corrupt so no one paid attention. Let's do something about this. Neela was telling me three women have already disappeared. When did you say the party was, Ananya?

"I didn't, she responds. The producers notice her distant look and fall silent. "Get me in touch with your acquaintance she says finally. "This is a big story. Women disappearing is no small matter - even if it has nothing to do with the drug deal, it's a large enough matter within itself. This is going to be the first episode of the next season, gentlemen.

The meeting winds down to an end, and Ananya stretches her limbs luxuriously. Today was a big day, there was lots to do. But first, a shower...

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Neil rolls off the couch with an audible groan. His head pounded and his eyes could barely open, such was the force of his hangover. He blindly reaches for the vitamin C tablets and 7UP he'd had the foresight to place near his makeshift bed. After a few minutes of groaning, he finds the strength to lumber off for a hot shower.

The hot water beats down his back, easing his pounding head. As he soaps himself, his hands absently traverse down to below his navel. Neil's forehead rests gently on the tiled walls of his bathroom. With one hand braced against the wall for support, he pumps and tugs at his manhood. Images flash behind his closed eyes as heat pools in his belly. Neil hisses as the heat builds and builds to the point of culmination. His movements get more frantic and his breathing harshens. Just as he climaxes, a flash of something he registers as Ananya flits before his eyes. Had it not been the inappropriate timing, he would have stopped to question it then and there - but he was busy luxuriating the slow sensation of relaxation that was coursing through his blood. But his serenity is short lived, as reality catches up to Neil. His eyes fly open. Had he just pictured Ananya right before...?

No.

No, he hadn't. His mind had just decided to bring her up since she'd been all around him in the past 24 hours. This was a reasonable explanation, and Neil decides to stick to it. Clearly, his head was all over the place since the case was frustrating him and he was reasonably tired, having seriously overdone his day off ritual. He shuts the bathroom door firmly behind him, and trudges up to his kitchen to make breakfast. If he clatters the pots and pans loudly in order to drown out the fact that he'd just climaxed to Ananya Verma, it was really nobody's business.

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Ananya frowns as she regards the file in front of her. The FIR that had been lodged ten years ago was shoddy work. Clearly, the police official in charge did not particularly care about anything. This did not surprise her. A system like theirs, a woman from the wrong side of the tracks could disappear and no one would be wiser. The callousness of it all made her blood boil. She was glad Neela Pareekh had agreed to meet her for coffee. At least this way, the abducted women could get some justice and possibly be rescued from something truly sinister at work.

Ananya regards her surroundings thoughtfully, absently chewing on her lip. It was close to noon, meaning peak brunch hours and the caf was crowded. The people brought with them colours and conversation - stories. Ananya sips her coffee contemplatively, and her eyes fall to the empty chair across her. Ananya's life had no room for anything but work, and she truly loved what she did. But in these moments, in the moments where there is silence and solitude, loneliness pricks at Ananya's heart. Laughter rings out from a table nearby and Ananya realizes that she doesn't remember the last time she laughed so fully. She smoothens her carefully chosen ensemble. A sensation of vulnerability grips her heart. I don't belong here, she thinks and pushes her coffee away. Suddenly, she doesn't want to be in this place anymore.

"Ananya Verma? asks a soft voice from above her, and Ananya looks up. "Ms. Pareekh? she asks carefully. The woman nods. For added measure, she even shows Ananya her driving licence. Formalities out of the way, Ananya shoves her inner melancholy into the corners of her heart and flashes the older woman a charming smile. "Hi, why don't you sit so we can discuss everything in detail? she says, gesturing at the empty chair across her and signalling for a waiter.

As Neela studies the menu, Ananya studies her companion. The older woman showed signs of age, but was beautiful and graceful. Dressed in a simple cotton sari with heavy earrings and a modest bindi, Neela Pareekh oozed grace, poise and sophistication. "How do you know Mr. Agnihotri? asks Ananya politely. "My father was friends with Atul says the other woman vaguely, before calling for a Darjeeling tea. Ananya calls for a glass of watermelon cooler, reluctant to consume any more caffeine than was required. Once the waiter trudges away with their orders, Neela turns to Ananya. "So, how can I help you?

Ananya explains how Atul had told her about the women disappearing and then reappearing days later, their memories hazy. The initial FIR was shoddy work - and she wanted Neela's help in getting to the bottom of this entire business and then base an episode of her show on it in order to expose a truly horrific happenstance the city was largely ignorant to. Neela listens quietly for the most part, except for a couple of questions here and there. Ananya could feel her respect for the woman growing - it's clear Neela was an intelligent and articulate woman.

"The kind of women that disappear... says Neela, before stopping short. It is evident she is embarrassed about talking about members of her sex in this manner. Ananya nods encouragingly. "They're all fair and short. Even ten years ago, the women were a specific... kind... and here too, they are the same... fair, short... Neela says, her mouth twisting in distaste. Ananya, who was made of sterner stuff and had a fair idea about how depraved humanity could be, does not flinch. "So, who all are the vulnerable women? And do they disappear from the same sector? she asks Neela. "The red-light area is too vast for me to know for sure. But I can provide you with a list of vulnerable women since my NGO does keep a fair amount of documentation she says. The waiter places their drinks in front of them, forcing a break in the conversation. Once he is gone, Ananya asks her to email a comprehensive list of women who were already taken in the last decade, of the women taken during this wave of disappearances. "We need a mole. Someone who will definitely be picked... Ananya muses. "These women who are abducted, they usually tend to gravitate towards the... newer ones says Neela quietly. Ananya nods absently, her mind running through a list of possibilities. "About the officer who wrote this report. We will need to dig into him. Did he do all this simply because he was a lazy person, or did he do this because there was something more insidious at play?. Neela nods vigorously, and adds softly "the poor women. My heart breaks for them. God is cruel for punishing them so. Ananya chooses not to comment for her own relationship with God messy and complicated, to say the least.

The two women sip their drinks in silence, as Ananya starts mentally making a list about what all needed to be done. "Excuse me, there is a lot to do. I need to make some phone calls. Thank you for meeting me, Ms. Pareekh. I will be in touch she says abruptly as Neela looks at her in surprise, then understanding. "Put this on my tab she tells the approaching waiter and turns to Neela with a warm smile. "I must apologize for how abruptly I'm leaving, I promise to be a better companion next time. Thank you for your help she says politely, and walks out of the cafe.

Once in the seclusion of her car, she picks up her phone and dials Neil's number. "We need to meet, she tells him, without preamble and Neil chuckles on the other end. "Funny, he says. "I was about to say the same thing.

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His breakfast out of the way, Neil decides to catch up with all the TV series he hadn't had an opportunity to watch completely while waiting for DD's report on Ananya Verma. After mindlessly switching between Luke Cage and the second season of Daredevil, he gives up the two as a lost cause and decides to watch some cricket. Finally, at 12 noon, his doorbell rings. "DD sir sent this for you sir says the constable at his door after handing him the file. "Come in? Neil asks casually. The man blushes and shakes his head furiously before scurrying away.

Neil reads through the file in detail and scratches his head. It was the strangest report he had read. There was no known tangible record of her life before 18 years of age - no birth certificate, nothing. But after eighteen years of age, there was a veritable paper trail - college, work, finances the whole she-bang. On the last page of the report, he notices the sticky note. Call it says, underlined once. Shaking his head at DD's cryptic message, he reaches for his phone. "Something weird about Ananya, sir DD says without preamble.

Neil rolls his eyes and DD hurries on. "There's no known trace of her life before 18 years of age, sir. She has a birth certificate, but that was issued by General Hospital, which caught fire. Effectively, the only person who can tell us about Ananya is Ananya herself...

"... and Ananya would slap us with ten different litigations for even daring to think we'll get anything out of her without a warrant. And a warrant won't come through because we have nothing against her Neil finishes with a long-suffering sigh. "Good work, DD. I'll do the rest he says and hangs up his phone. He studies the file some more and notes she has three more properties in her name. Two were rented out, but one was uninhabited. Why move into Ali's house when she could live in that uninhabited house? It was clear all was not what it seemed, with Ananya. Just then, his phone rings again. Think of the devil... He picks up the phone and reaches for his shoes. "Hello, Ms Verma...

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