There is always that one stupid mistake that changes everything.
-Pallavi!!! - I gasped, someone was calling my name with a shout to say the least inhumane .
- What is it, Krishna? - I snapped, furious and annoyed by her hyper-activity.
- Oh, nothing ... I just wanted to know if have you prepared the documents? -
-No- I sighed - I have not had the time ... -
- Pallavi-she snapped - the event is tomorrow morning, and we have to go to the police within two-
- So what? - I said - I am perfectly able to do it! -
-Sure, sure- she whispered, convinced that I could not hear. I sighed. Krishna, despite her brusque way, was right: we were in a monstrous delay. The next day, in the central square of Hyderabad, a major demonstration was going to be held against the mafia organizations, and I, as an active participant and an honorary member of the "Free Will" group, was obliged to organize all the events, from the simplest such as, for example, the fight against animal experiments to the corruption in the political sphere. I started to be active in the socio-political at the age of sixteen, when I began to be able to think coherently and to break away from the "mass" of hypocrites and ignorant of my surroundings. At that age I was living in a small town, a small urban area that had barely three thousand inhabitants, a world unto itself, made up of gossip and hypocrisy, inconsistencies and falsehoods.
I still remember perfectly when my professor decided to suspend me because I had the courage to say out loud that the war in Iran was purely economic, with the sole purpose of appropriating the goods of others and destroy entire populations. I tried to banish such thoughts to devote to important things: I had to go into town and get the "permission" to organize the event. I printed out a copy of the approval document and took the bag: it would be a very long day.
Hyderabad traffic at that hour of the morning was nerve-wracking for anyone ... looking to my right I noticed a motorist who seemed on the verge of hysteria, and I would not have blamed him for no reason at all: we have been waiting at the same point of the highway for more than half an hour now. I snorted, taking a cigarette from the dashboard: although I knew that smoking was bad for your health, when I was stressed out I just could not help it. After about a quarter of an hour, I noticed that the last line of cars began to thin, and breathing a sigh of relief mixed with exasperation, I pressed on the accelerator, driving at moderate speed. I arrived in town about ten o'clock in the morning, and opened the door leading to the offices of the employees. And that’s wheb I heard a buzz of voices coming from the office to my right. Intrigued, I went to the door and heard someone talking loudly, excitedly.
- Damn-that voice snapped - I had specifically requested that the event was prevented! -
- Try to calm down-said another voice ... the voice of the mayor! - I could do nothing to prevent that event! The Law prevents me from ... -
- I don’t give a damn of your stupid laws! - Cried the first voice - You decide, here! Have you forgotten the little extra that "accidentally" came into your bank account last month? Or the Rolex that you gave to your son for his birthday? -
- What can I do?! - Cried the mayor, I heard him muttering in a low voice - Look, it's just a stupid manifestation, but the deal goes anyway...-
- Rajeev! I've already said that we have to talk about these things in private! Out! -
- Mrs. Ansari - said the mayor with anxious voice - Let me and Mr. Rao alone, please-
Wait a minute ... Mr. Rao? That Mr. Rao? The don of the Hyderabad? Did I misunderstand? What was Mr. Rao doing with the mayor?
Suddenly, all the words that they had previously said made me think: Event, contract, deal ... Son of …, I thought angrily. And so the mayor was involved with the boss of the most dangerous criminal organization of Hyderabad and its surroundings?
I heard light footsteps approaching the door ... Mrs. Ansari likely was leaving the office.
I hid, they did not have to see me to eavesdrop, and I automatically pulled the camera out of my bag: I couldn't miss this. I'll take a picture of these idiots and will sent to the first newspaper willing to publish it.
The secretary left the office, but made a big mistake. An error which, from my point of view, it was a real godsend, she left the door open.
I rejoiced in secret for that dumb lady, and I approached the door, trying to spy.
And I saw them: the mayor Rajeev Kashyap and Raghav Rao in an animated discussion, trying to impose one's will on the other.
The discussion focused on some rigged contracts in the area east of the city, including the mayor, who seemed to be the beneficiary. They mentioned absurd figures, extent of three hundred million rupees, and I wondered how a person, a human being, could never be happy with what he had, but just to make money and have wealth, they had cheat and harm others. The world really sucks, I thought angrily.
The discussion lasted about half an hour, I saw Rao to head towards the door, escorted by his bodyguards. With a sinking heart I hid behind a pillar to my right and I kept the camera ready. The mayor shook hands with Rao and his henchmen, and I decided that this was the time to act. One shot, two, three ... too bad, too focused on the events that happened, I did not notice one thing: I had not entered the off mode of the camera sounds. Shit, I thought when I saw the heads turining toward me. Big mistake. Now what? I had left only one alternative: to escape. Cursing mentally, I headed towards the exit, noting in passing that shocked faces staring at my slim figure running at breakneck speed.
Too bad that, at the exit of the town hall, I found a black limousine and four men staring at me.
I tried to escape but it was useless: the men, all dressed in black, surrounded me and one of them walked in a threatening manner towards me. In that moment my life reappeared before my eyes, just as happens in the movies. I saw myself as a child in the arms of my mother, I saw myself playing cricket with Mandar, my best friend, I saw the face of my father happy and excited on the day of graduation. I knew that my life would end. Maybe not here, not at that moment, but I knew that my end was near ... all for an unforgivable technical error.
The bodyguard approached me, his face was dark and deformed by an evil grin ... I closed my eyes, trying to ignore the frantic beat of my heart and the fear that, in that moment, gripped my stomach. I hoped he killed me quickly, I hoped not to feel pain, until…
- Do NOT touch her! - Ruled a hoarse voice, terribly attractive and equally bad .. the voice of Raghav Rao.
Edited by WildestDreams - 3 years ago
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