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"Sudarshan aur Roxy ka murder tumhare licenced gun se kaise hua Dutta?" Harsh kept his eyes trained on him as he gulped some of the third lager bottle of the day. He had never been a beer person, more like rum and coke. But as the chilled liquid slid down his throat and sun bore down on his head, he decided he can acquire a taste for it. "bol na Dutta bhau? Apne saali aur jamai ko tune nahi maara to tera gun wahan kaise pahucha…Ya pgir tere ghar ki security ko kaat ke koi hia mai ka laal jot era gun nikal ke la ke tere rishtedar ko shoot kar de?"
Baaji growled,"Bhau isko yahi pe uttar deta hoon. Saala, macchaliya iske chottey-chottey chottey- chottey mutton chops bana ke saaf kar denge!" Dutta shook his head,"Harsh, Tereko lagta hai main alibag se aaya hoon…Main apne jija ko marunga…Aur agar aisa hua bhi to…Aise khulm-khullla tapkaunga Sudarshan ko…Wo bhi apne kharab gun se…Arey..Main kya…"Dutta stopped as he thought about what he had said. His face paled and he looked at the two men waiting for him to go on. Harsh murmured,"What?" Dutta bit his lips and cursed colorfully,"Wo gun!" Baaji looked perplexed,"Kya hua, bhau?" Dutta shook his head,"Baaji, tujhe yaad hai…Honeymoon se aane ke baad ek baar saaf karety huye wo gun ka security lock kharab ho gaya tha…Main wo banwane bhejne wala tha?" Baaji nodded ,"haan." Dutta- maine kabhi wo gun theek nahi karwayi thi….wo wahi office ke drawer mein lock rakhi thi..ki kabhi le jaunga repair karane." Harsh grunted and bit back a mocking laugh,"Wow! Man you are good….and you know what? I f***ing hate that about you. You know, I loved Nakkusha." Dutta glared at him clenching his fist. Harsh warningly looked at it and continued,"well, I really did! But then…mujhe pata challa wo teri biwi hai..and I was heartbroken….i thought and I thought ki nakku jaisi ladki tere jaise se kaise pyar kar sakti hai? but then wo mill ka hadsa hua..nakku pe hamla hua..Maaze ki baat ye thi kin na tu usse baccha sakta tha na main! Us din hum dono uske paas nahi the….usse wo kuch baccho ne bachaya tha…par us din maine tum dono ko saath dekha tha…and I gave up….i just wanted to stop you business it was just my job…Damn! It's still my job…but that day…Wo rocky ke beach house pe you went too far….Tere karan Madhu us chaat se giri thi..Nai tu wahan nahi tha..main jaanta hoon…pra wo teri galati thi….tujhe wahan hona chahiye tha..MAdhu ko bachane ke liye…Par tu bhaag gaya.. aur jab main wahan pahucha tu usse leke chala gaya…HOW Dare you!...you took her..She hated you…She hated your whole damn existence but…tune usse bhi apne paas kar liya…And you had the guts to WARN ME OFF…You A&&hole!" Dutta face hardened to rock as Baaji looked at Dutta expecting bhau to land the punk a smart shiner. Harsh gave a cynical laugh and gulped down the beer tipping up the bottom. He looked squarely at Dutta and went on in a sing song manner,"Aur tera ye langur bhai..meri behen ko mujhse durr kar raha hai." Without giving a hint he turned on his heels and threw the empty bottle at the said langur. The langur that is to say Baaji saved his skull by bare inch of his hair all thanks to his reflexes as he ducked. Baaji shouted ,"Abey Yedey!" Dutta pointed a finger at Harsh,"Harsh!" Harsh moved with agility and curved a square punch on his jaw. Dutta staggered by the force of it. Baaji hit the auto button and moved to tackle Harsh. Harsh Was expecting it to go that way but before turning his attention to his aspiring would be brother-in –law, he took a moment to take pleasure at the bruiser he had landed on Dutta. Dutta felt his jaw and looked up in time to see Baaji taking a kick on his lower stomach. Harsh turned to Dutta who was ready with a left hook. Harsh blinked with the blow on his right eye but got his equilibrium to dodge the right hook. He threw a sharp sucker punch to Dutta and turned towards Baaji. Baaji jumped on him and tackled him to the floorboard while harsh grunted to throw him off. Dutta swiped his hand on his bleeding lips and saw the scene with disgust. He had a dj vu feel of the time when he and baji had fought off a gangs of bullies in childhood. Only difference being they were he felt like a bully now.
He marched towards the two men rolling over each other ,trying to plummet the other through the boards and pulled them both by their collars. He was a mighty guy but even Dutta Sriram Patil had limit to his strength as baaji's collar ripped and Harsh blindsided him with a flyway punch. Dutta gritted his teeth against the pain and pulled them roughly stepping between the two. Dutta shouted to be heard over the din,"Pagal ho gaye ho kya? Baaji! Thamm! Harsh! Harsh! Rukk jaa! RUkk!" Baaji held his punch in mid way but looking at the thunderous look on Dutta's face started,"Bhau, is policiye ko bolo! Ye shuru kiya tha…Saala" As Harsh advanced towards him Dutta tightened his hold on them. Harsh looked at the hand holding his half torn shirt and shrugged to dislodge it. Dutta gritted his teeth and turned away towards the sea looking at the vast blue water and the listening to the quietness of the sea, he clenched his fists and let out a bellow starting the other two men. Harsh's mouth fell open at the primitiveness of the sound. He blinked as he saw the veins working on the throat of the man who was screaming like Neanderthal cave man. Baaji gulped and shook his head in negative to harsh as they shared a look. Baaji licked his bleeding lips and tried again,"Bhau….Wo…"
"Bas, Baaji!...Gupp…bahut ho gaya tum logon ka..hum logon ka aise yedon jaisa lardhna….abhi ye waqt nahi ek dusre ko tapkane ka.. Harsh! Dekh tere mere beech bahut loccha hai..Barr..theek hai..Main manta hai! Pann abhi jobhi hai jaisa bhi hai…Bhulne ka hai! abhi ke liye! Tu mera kuch nahi bigard sakta ye sach hai..maan le! Main tereko meri zindagi se nahi nikal sakta ye main maan leta hoon..shamaika aur baaji ka rishta ek sach hai..ye hum badal nahi saktey…aur iske alwa job hi tere mere beech hai…usko niptane ka waqt nahi hai….abhi mereko home minister ke de huyi zimedaari hai..2o jindagiyon ki zimedaari hai.. Mere patilwardi ke bhavishya ka sawal hai….aur is waqt main koi bhi bewakoofi ashen nahi karunga." He looked Baaji in the eyes as he finished. "Tu humari madat karega" he turned back to Harsh and continued,"Ye teri kaam ki majboori nahi hai..na hi merit ere ko request..Ye ek aur sachai hai. Ek baar Yogi ko saaf kar de..Chinna ka kaam khatam kar de…Phir nipat lenge! Aapas mein! Agar nahi kar saktey…to main khud ye kar sakta hoon…Dutta Sriram patil aapni ziedaari akele nibhayega!" He looked at them with cold resolve in his eyes.
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"Ye kaisi jagah hai? Sambhal ke..wo Chattan!" Harsh tried to bend to see if the edge of the rock had caught them. The fog was so thick that it was impossible to see the hand infront of your face. Dutta had tried to torch the path but the light reflected back as if from a wall. The sunlight was obliterated in the dense whiteness in front of them. He couldn't believe it could be so dark at barely 4 in the evening. Dutta steered the wheel a bit to left and was lurched forward as it smashed on a ridge. He cursed colorfully and tried the back away slowly,"Baaji wahi ruk….hill mat harsh..balance bigard gaya to boat kissi dusre chattan se takra jayegi." "Damn it! Where is this place? Hum yahan aaye kyun hai?" Harsh asked again.
"Dutta bhau! Hum boat chattan ke aare laga ke tair ke jaa saktey the. Hain na?"
Dutta shook his head in negation his jaw hardened a bit more as he turned the boat to a little left to avoid a sharp ridge. Baaji and Harsh shared a look of understanding and turned to let Dutta know about the rocks just below the surface. It took them many twists and sharp moves to avoid collision. Carcasses of many broken boats and ships which were storm beaten wreak. Harsh jerked back to save himself from being thrown overboard instinctively his hands coming up to grasp the edge but they banged against something solid. Something cold, wet and solid! Blinking back he titled his head up as his hands moved up against the surface. Slowly the fog moved like smoke dissolving in air and he found himself staring a wall. The solid rough surface felt relentless as if absorbing the sea. "Do kadam picchey aa ja…Qilley ka asli darwarza chuppa ke banaya hai…."Dutta whispered. Harsh whispered back,"Hum hai kahan? Aur kyun?" Dutta answered him in small soft voice as if lulling a kid to sleep while steering the boat along the wall, keeping it inches away from being thrown over the rocks edging close,"Murgal Gard! Itihaas ka ko hissa to Maratha ke itihaas mein kabhi huya hi nahin. Isse Sivaji raje ne samandar mein chttano ke bich is tarah banaya hai ki koi bhi din mein inhe dekh nap aye..pattar on ke bich ka rasta dekh kar tujhe andaaza ho gaya hoga ki agar rasta pata na ho to qilla ke darwaaze tak pahuchna na munkin hai. yahi raja ki yojana thi.. rajya pe muskil waqt aane par ye jagah chipne ke liye sabse saahi thi. Daarwaaza aane walla hai." Harsh tried looking through the mist but saw nothing just the darkness and the fog. He doubted if Dutta knew what he was saying. There was no door. Baaji whispered,"bhau, kahan hai darwaaza?" Dutta gave them a one sided smile and whispered softly moving his hands in parody of a magician ,"Khul jaa Sim Sim!" Harsh and baaji turned to the wall curiously, their jaws went slack as they saw their boat closing fast toward the relentless huge dark wall, the fog cleared up fast infront of their eyes to give view of their collision to death. But they had forgotten one thing in equation-control. In hands of bhau, Dutta Bhau. A sudden sharp full lurch to the left threw them of course and they saw the crack on the left edge of the wall. A gate laid low in height almost submerged in sea but had space enough to let a sizable dinghy in. they all crouched low as they entered the qilla. Dutta moored the boat on the edge and threw a rope to baaji before stepping on the rock. He secured the boat to the rusted iron shafts fixed on the walls. Dutta turned back,"ye hai wo jagah jahan se humari zindagi ne wo mord liya jisske karan hum yahan hai."
Baaji and harsh climbed out and looked at the place. The same rocks which had made their entrance to the fort so dangerous provided flat foothold here almost like chiseled floor of the qilla. Baaji looked in wonder as the sunlight fell on the rocks making them look grey burnt mass. Baaji whispered,"ticha mailaa…bhau, chatt nahi hai.." Dutta smiled,"tu khusphusaa kyun raha hai?" Baaji looked at him taken aback,"kyunki tum dono khusphusaa rahe the." Harsh whispered back,"I don't know..is jagah mein kuch aisa hai….pata nahi kya jise mandir ya church mein hota hai…aise shaanti todne ka mann nahi kar raha." Dutta walked towards the wall and moved a hand over it lovingly,"Saahi kaha harsh! Ye jagah hi aisi hai. bachpan ki kahani mein sunna tha…Raja aur uske kaas is jagah ka naksha jaantey the..naksha unke dimag mein tha..par ek eke karke unke saath saath ye jagah bhi gumnaam ho gayi… ye humarey Maratha ke takat aur hoshiyaari ki misaal hai." He stumbled on his choice of words and blinked but taking himself in hand he continued,"400 saal! 400 saal se ye jagah samandar ke paani mein khadi hai..par iske deewar dekho kahi koi aanch nahi ayi…jaantey ho kyun?" Harsh looked at him fascinated. He had never been aware of this side of the acclaimed don. The pride and love on Dutta's face for his ancestors and his history was sight to behold. The lines on his face, the arch of his back as he looked around was like he had made the fort with his own hand. Dutta continued,"tabke zaane mein koi cement mein millawat nahi karta tha..jayda reth daal do….loha kum quality ka laga do…deewar baanane se pahele deh jaye…nahi…wo log patthar kaat kke khoon daal ke qilla banate the…Is qille ki deewar mein to jor hai naa pattaoron ke beech…mortar….wo seesa gala ke banaye hai..seesa,reth,samandar ke seepiya…gala ke gur aur shaakkar ke ghol mein ghanto tapa ke bayana hai. aur har wo cheez joy aha nazar aati hai na…loha,seesaa…..sab kuch inhi pattahon ke bich se milla hai…kyunki jahaz mein yahan tak saman lana namunkin tha. Har darwaze, ya kidkike aagey ek deewar hai taaki bahar se koi andar na dekh sake par kone mein baitke paheredaar bahar sab kuch dekh le. Aur andar aane ka main darwaza to tum logon ne dekh hi liya hai."
Harsh looked at him intrigued,"samandar se koi nahi dekh sakta par aakash se….helicopter , plane se koi iske uppar se jaye to?" Dutta laughed to unhe sirf chatan ka ek gera dekhega…..isliye koi chat nahi banayi hai….pata nhai kaisse par unlogon ne iska construction aisa kiya hai ki uppar se ye sab bas pattar dikhtey hai..bichme samandar charron aur paathar , bas! Main khud helicopter mein ek baar ye jagah ke upar se gaya hoon….kareeb 4 saal pahele….par khud hi is jagah ko dekh nahi paya…..8 baar iske uppar se urdd gaya par ye nahi dikha." Harsh released a breath,"Wow!" Baaji gazed at the emblems curved on the wall, tracing the lines of a roaring lion,"zhaakas hai bhau..yaha maal chuppaya to.."
Dutta laughed,"tujhe kya lagta hai maine ye socha nahi kya? Is liye aaya tha helicopter mein…is baar bhi yakeen nahi tha ki pahuch paunga..chance liya tha…pan iske alwa bhi ek karan hai main yahan dobara nahi aaya." Baaji looked at him curiously. "Baaji, ye jagah mujhe mama ked hokey ki yaad dilate hai…aur yaad dillati hai yahan gujjare un do dinno ki..gareebi mein bhi aaisaheb ne kabhi bhukha nhi rahene diya tha..yahan aa ke jana tha maine kya hota hai..bhukho marna..pani hai charon aur mera gala kaat kit rah sukha tha…har aur tum log dikhtey the…kabhi ye sab waham lagta tha..kabhi tum log waham lagtey the..bahut mushkil se nikalatha main yahan se. Darr tha kahi wahi sab dubara na ho jaye." Dutta traced his hands on the outline of a curved lion,"Yahan se chor darwaze ka rasta nikalta hai..Agar itne savdhani baratne ke baujood bhi koi sena agar hamla kar de to yahan se nikalne ka gupt marg hai yahan se. yahan maine wo maal chupaya tha..aur mama ki wo diary bhi." HE inserted his hand in the mouth of the lion and moved a liver. Nothing happened. He tried again. He looked at his companions worried. Baaji came beside him and traced his hand around the curving of lion. The stone block which was the door on which the lion sat growling was stuck due to age and mud and grim over it making it difficult to push it open. Baaji took out his hunter knife nad began scarping out the edge cleaning the almost hidden slit of the opening. Dutta nodded and took the other end. Harsh looked around the fort exploring it. It was trying job. The door refused to budge. They took turns letting the other rest awhile before trying again. At first there was silence , not like the one on the boat but a more eased out tensionless silence almost companionable. Then Baaji scarped his hand and let out a squeal making dutta and harsh laugh. "Kya ladki jaise chik raha hai! kharoch hi to hai."Dutta laughed. Harsh twinkled at him, his face turning boyish as his dimples flashed,"Sambhal ke! Agar Madhu ne sunn liya na..khoon ka rishta ho na ho..Tujhe yahi sulaa degi." Baaji snickered,"abbey wo billi!" Harsh retorted,"bagard billi…khatarnaak jangli billi hai,saale..ek baar kya hua..ek aadmi ko na interrogate kar rahe the….aur wo billi…" He told them about madhu's special touch at the asking questions as they all laughed. Dutta and baaji told him about their times in the similar situations- the good cop bad cop routine.
Finally the stone moved an inch. They pushed with their might to get it to open more. When the stone had been pushed enough to let a man get in baaji being the smaller build of the two went in. He got the object dutta had described to him and handed it to harsh. It was small square wrapped in old plastic which had thick coating of mold on it. Dusting it with his hands harsh frowned on the residual white substance which coated it. Baaji turned to Dutta,"Bhau andar wo drugs ke packet phat gaye hai….unke bich mein ye tha..itne saal mein ye kissi kaam ka hoga kya?" Dutta shook his head,"Pata nahi." Harsh brought out the diary and shifted through the pages checking for any sign of mould. They looked unharmed. Harsh browsed through the entries as a dark frown formed between his eyes. He looked up,"Dutta…tujhe pata hai ye kya hai?" Dutta gave him a steady look as harsh continued in a strained voice,"Ye bomb hai…underworld aur terrorist groups ke uppar pardhne waala nuclear bomb..My God! It has got all the names and account transfer details and blueprints of plans for many bombing and terror attacks..It has got name of the officials and beaurocrats who have been involved with dawood…This is ..ye..wo…main.. ye kamal hai, Dutta."
Dutta took it from his hands,"ye usko wapas dena hai..un kidnapped tourists ko bacchane ke liye."
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They harbored their boat on the dock. Harsh looked at the stone faced man walking beside him who was tilting his head to the sailors salute,"Hum diary to le aaye par Yogi tak kaisse pahuchenge?" Dutta-pahuchenge! He turned a bit to watch the tall man approaching them. Bilal spitted out the toothpick he was chewing and nodded to baaji and dutta in salaam. Billal smiled at Harsh,"kaho miyyan! Kaissi lagi humare bhaijaan ki chippa chippi…par gayi thin a zulfon mein safeedi?" Baaji snickered behind his hand as harsh's fae darkened like thunderstorm. Baaji swallowed his laugh,"Maaf karna Harsh. wo..isse mill ye aapna ladka hai..billal…wo kya hai..ki tereko jo har aadey pe dutta main dekhte the wo isske karan hai." Harsh looked at him perplexed. Baaji smiled,"dekh main samjhata hai..chinna aur yogi saath mein mille hai ye apan ko naa sudarshan bhau ke gaddari se pata chala tha..pann kai karaicha? Maal kabje mein tha..phir bhi kuch nahi kar saktey the..police ko millta to phir yogi chudda leta..us pe Sudarshan bhau ka loccha…agar bhau khul ke yogi ko takkar deta to yogi sab dhanda bandh kareke bill mein chip jata…bhau ke paas time nai tha..phir vahini ki halaat…yogi agar ghar mein kuch karta to? Isliye bhau socha ki khud ko weak dikhane ka…ekdum thanda..aur insaan sabse thanda ya to shamshan mein hota hai ya hawalaat mein..bhau ko shamshaan walla option passand nahi aaya to jail le liya..is se do faidaa hua..ek, tu bhau ke picchey sunghtey huye aana band kar diya..dusra..yogi thodey dinno ke liye aapne aap ko ratnagiri ka raja samjhne laga..pan sher ko gufa mein bhi shikar ki mehek millti hai. Jab bhi yogi ka koi maal aata bhau ko khabar mill jaati jail mein..wo constable lokhande hai naa…bhua uski beti ka lagan karaya, re…aur wo Sub-inspector shirke..uski bhai ka US ka visa bhi bhai ne lagaya. Khabar bhi millti..time to time dasrwaza bhi khul jaata..bakaida sawari ke saath bhau aur mereko addey pe leke jaana, leke aana ek dum zhakaas time pe kiya wo. Aur billal tha humare ko sab khabar dene walla..jail kea as paas nazar rakhne walla…humare jagah pe do bando ko daalne wala..mast intelligent ladka hai."
Billal's grin got wider listening to the praise. Dutta cleared his throat. Billal straightened,"Bahijaan..wo log steamer pe us din crew ke aadmion mein chippe the..Ek ek tourist ko behosh karke..aapne boat mein daalke le gaye the….wahan humare wadi ka ladka bhuvan machli pakad raha tha..usne dekha. Pan police ko bataya nahi kyunki usko khauf tha dehshatgardiyon ka." Dutta narrowed his eyes as he turned to the sea,"kahan le gaye unko?" Billal pointed to the horizon, "Blue Lady, bhaijaan!"
Dutta nodded at him and back towards his small boat. Billal held him by the hand, "Nahi bhaijaan…bahut pehra hai…boat leke jayengey to wo dekh lenge aur goli maar denge." Baaji blinked worriedly,"Saahi bol raha hai bhau..ab bekaar ka khatra lene bewakoofi hai. koi guarantee nahi ki wo humko tapka na de aur phir diary le le…tourists bhi gay ehum bhi." Harsh pressed a finger to his forehead reliving his tension,"hum aise nahi jaa sakte…this has to be handled silently…Home minister ka order hai..agar hum force leke gaye to it will be too big a fight..media etc..sab kuch bigard degi…agar samne se jaatey hai to hum mare jayenge plus koi galat kadam aur ek hostage ki jaan…we have no idea wahan kya kya ho sakta hai."
Dutta narrowed his eyes,"agar samne nahi jaa saktey to niche se jana hoga." "matlab kya hai bhaijaan." Billal asked. Dutta turned to them,"Sunno…main Mama se contact karta hoon…boat pe diary leke main jaunga…kahunga ki bina tourists ko sahi salamat dekhe diary nahi de sakte..ek baar main ship pe pahuch jaun..tab paani ke nichey se…gothaa maarke tum aur humare kuch aadmi ship ke andar aane ki koshish karogey. Ek baar ship ke aandar aane ke baad kya karna hai mallom hai na tum logon ko!" Billal nodded,"Bilkul..main kale aur waqis ko khabar karta hoon."
Harsh shook his head,"par deep sea divers kahan millenge….don't tell me tumhare logon ye bhi jaantey hai? " Dutta gave him a mysterious look and walked towards the boat. Baaji fell in step with him. Dutta stopped to look at him askingly. Baaji grinned flashing his dimples,"kya bhau? Aana walla episode bhul gaya kya! Tu mere bina koi bhi lochey se zinda bach ke nahi aa sakta." Dutta gave a lopsided smile nad mock punched his chin,"saale, har baar to tujhe main bachata hoon, warna tu to bandook ki goli hajme ki goli ki tarah paccha jata hai." Baaji's smile vanished as he said seriously,"Jai aur veru..bhau?" Dutta nodded.
Harsh sighed,"main bhi aaraha hoon." Baaji- Kyu ? tu basanti hai? mera matlab..aap kyun aayenge ACP saab. Harsh pointed a finger at dutta,"mera investment jo udhar hai…hostages ke saath mujhe wo diary sae chahiye."
They all three boarded the boat as dutta made the call to Chinna as they set off to the sea.
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Blue Lady to unsuspecting eyes looked like a simple oil exporting vessel. The low quality waste left after processing the natural oil which could not be used in any way was sent off to be discarded with proper treatment to a distant island used as dump-yard. The toxicity of the oil was checked and treated to control pollution. Because of the highly harmful nature of the cargo, the ship was normally treated with a measure of fright. The recent accidents with oil spillage disasters were fresh in minds of the fishermen, coast guards and government alike. Clean radar was provided for such ships and with minimum fuss one could getaway on these ships if one so wanted. After all it was man's nature to fear the unknown and especially when it was matter of dealing with things he hears whispers of.
It was a perfect set up for chinna and Yogi. No one messed much with the cargo in fear. And once the ship reached the dump-yard, it was matter of slipping a few green bucks under the table to get the things out from there. It also came handy to dispose of the undesirable bodies of the surplus passengers who happen to sneak in on board once in a while. 20 such undesirable, unnecessary passengers were on board today on Blue Lady. Yogi tsked in disgust,"Ye dutta naa! Hamesha mereko wahi karne pe majboor kar deta to mereko nai karne ka hai…ab bol kissko mann karta hai ghar aaye mehmaan ko aise pareshaan karne ko..pann kai karnar?" Chinna looked at the man and bit back a curse.Yogi was going in too deep, and chinna was not a deep player. It has become a thing of international standing, especially in terms of the country which he saw as his retirement home. Damn, he had everything lined up in US, even to his green-card. Yogi and dutta had totally messed up his plans. All he had wanted before coming to India was finish off his brother's regime establish his own and then after earning a good packet going off to Uncle Sam and just evaporate. Now if a single card was played wrong he could say goodbye to his island house in the Carribeans. But one thing he was sure off, he goes, then all go. He had heard that death was lonely place to be. He might as well take along some of the faces he knew. He chuckled. Dutta was on the way, he had called and confirmed about the diary. But he refused to hand it over without looking at the hostages. Yogi and chinna walked towards the deck and waited as the boat was aligned and ladder was lowered for the three men to get onboard. They were checked for their weapons and then allowed on board.
Dutta crossed the rails and stood on the deck looking around at the men lining about with guns as if he had all the time in the world. Baaji and Harsh came next with baaji releasing a slow whistle at him and flying a kiss at a particularly ugly guard on the tower. Chinna gritted his teeth at the calm these three emitted. The unfazed look in their eyes, the disregard for their deaths. Baaji walked towards Yogi with arms spread,"Arey mamu…mera matlab mama kassa ahet?" He hugged the unresisting yogi in a bear hug. Yogi looked baffled and thrown off by Baaji's jovial attitude. Baaji moved back a step and said,"Kya mamu..matlab mama dil tord diya bachchey ka!" He sighed and stepped a step away and gave a raised eyes brittle look to chinna.
Yogi looked at dutta ,"meri diary kahan hai?" Dutta- pahele tere mehmaano ko rukhsat kar phir mandoli karengey. Yogi baked- aye, ye mera ship hai..yahan ka captain main hoon..main jo bolta hai wahi hota hai..samjha diary la.
Dutta looked at harsh and looked around at the men standing attentively surrounding them. One false move and game will be up. Harsh knew the thoughts running in Dutta's mind, like dutta was talking to him. He followed his eyes and bit his lips. Dutta turned back to Yogi- Par iskki kya guarantee ki diary millne ke baad tu unko chodd dega.
Yogi smiled- sahi bola, baar! Koi guarantee nahi hai..wo kya hai na..Maine china made digital saman bechna band kar diya…ab mere kissi kaam ki koi guarantee nahi hai. Pann tereko main koi Kaun banega corepati ka sawal nai pucha ki option a,b,c dega…nahi lifeline hai phone a friend ya 50-50. Yahan mera rule chalta hai. Diary? He extended his hand for the diary.
Dutta looked down at his shoes and counted his breaths. Baaji stiffened a bit almost imperviously. Suddenly Dutta exhaled deeply closing his eyes and looked up. Nothing changed on the surface except that the frown had cleared on his face. He looked calm. He looked at the diary in his hand and looked back at yogi. His eyes meeting his, unblinkingly. The man in black pathani reeked of power. Even though the yogi and chinna's men knew their master held all the aces, somehow a niggling doubt enetered their minds about the king standing in front of them.
The silence was broken by a sudden loud sound of dogs barking as if they were being kicked. A distinctly ugly voice sang in drunk voice 'Band gale mein patta dekho bann gaya kutta.' Harsh cleared his throat as he dug out his cell, raising a hand in surrender he said in embarrassed voice,"mera alarm hai..err..mere flu ka antibiotic medicine ke liye…err..sorry." Switching off the mobile he kept it back in his jacket and shrugged at dutta who was looking at him irritated.
Yogi called,"Dutta, nautanki band kar..diary laa."
Dutta tightened his hold on the diary and walked with measured steps towards Yogi. His hands extened to give him the diary.
…………………To be continued
P.S: i know i am updating after a month...so all bricks, bats, belans, dhai killo ke haath and jhootey chappals are accepted...my other FF will have to wait a bit longer while i wrap this one up...promise to update this one again soon...i mean really soon! pinky promise!(have not done proof reading for first time in forever so sowiee for mistakes!)
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