Hello ladies! I know I have to update Dil Bole Oberoi (Early Chronicles). But-- as you writers know, sometimes a random concept suddenly sinks in and it wont leave you alone until you write the whole thing out of your system! That's what happened here, a small one shot that came to me. Its in THREE parts. All parts are now up! Please comment, and like!
DIRT
CHAPTER ONE
The line of four cars screeched to a stop in front of the police station just as Rudra and Omkara pulled up, swerving onto the sidewalk in Rudra's new Viper. Rudra was a split second behind Om since he paused to toss his keys to one of the security men to re-park. Om was already out of the car and running up the stairs before the Viper stopped---- but no one was as fast as Shivaay Singh Oberoi. He was out of his 150 crore Bentley and inside the station before Om got even half way up the stairs. Panting, just a half minute behind his enraged, manic brother, Om was just in time to see Shivaay vault across the sergeant's desk to grab the portly police-walla by his fat, bulging throat.
"Kaha.. Hai..?" gritted Shivaay, his ice blue eyes blazing an eerie silver in the fluorescent light of the station house. Perhaps respect for the powerful Oberoi name, perhaps shock, or --most possibly--- just terrified by the raw, feral fury in Shivaay's contorted face, no police man came to the sergeant's rescue. That man dangled from Shivaay's hands, spluttering and gagging as he clawed at the white, aristocratic fingers gripping his throat shut and turning him purple.
Woh..Kaha..Hai..? Shivaay repeated, his voice no more than a hoarse growl, trembling with unleashed rage. Omkara could feel the hair rise on his arms in response to that tone, as he tried to stop Shivaay from murdering a policeman inside a police station. "Shivaay, khud ke liye nahi, but for her sake, control yourself...strangling him won't make him to speak up faster!!" Om pleaded, as he tried to pry Shivaay's stiff fingers away from the gasping officer's neck. With Om's help, the sergeant managed to get away from the crazed Oberoi, and stumbled back, eyeing the madman in front of him with real terror on his face.
"Mr Oberoi...!!!" The sergeant stuttered, his voice now a barely a squeak. "Woh.. Kanoon ki sahayata karne ke liye...hum usko yaha..Gayatri ki case ki bare jaan kari... address pe gaya...mamuli ek chawl par tha address... aur jab ladki ka pehchan pucha, to kuch nahi bola mere ko...toh hum log toh naturally suspicious hua ...naam nahi batayi... yaha holding peh leke ana, jaankari ke liye do-char thappar...bohut kuch nahi !! Aisa kuch nahi kiya, yakeen maniye.. thik thak hi tha ..par jab cell pe gaya toh woh... waha pe kya hua yeh nahi ... maafi... aap.. aap... mere ko ...maaf..." As the damning words stumbled out, Shivaay lunged at him again, and it was all Om could do to hold him back from finishing off the cowering policeman.
Shivaay buried his face into Om's neck, shuddering as Om half carried, half dragged his terrified and almost uncontrollable brother away from the now equally terrified sergeant. "OM..." Shivaay whispered to his panting, teary eyed brother- "Missing... 24 hours, Om, my chest hurt this whole time, but I didn't know, I didn't know anything... he hit her, Om... he hurt her..."
The sergeant, who by now knew exactly what a fatal mistake he'd made, was basically just praying that he could live to see next morning. Quickly he gestured to his frightened, silent guards to fetch the girl, when a scream--and then Rudra's shout of "Bhaiya!!!!" pierced through the station.
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CHAPTER TWO-- PAGE 3
CHAPTER THREE-- PAGE 9
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