FF - Tainted (Chapter Five - Page 10) - Page 3

Originally posted by: mistofshadows

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Btw...was it this post that made you a Goldie? Congratulations again 🎉👏

- Niki

Yeah it was☺️

Originally posted by: mistofshadows

Thanks a lot buddy!

You will definitely find out what happens soon. Just let me lay down the premise a bit😌

Your theory?? Don't chuck it yet, not base on it fully 😬😬

Will update soon.

- Niki

Now you've encouraged me to keep making theories.

Also is the story completely based in the past or are the past and present two parallel tracks?

Originally posted by: Show86

Wow! This was so well written! Totally grasping and exciting to read. Loved it.

Thanks a lot dear.

Originally posted by: hapc

Now you've encouraged me to keep making theories.

Also is the story completely based in the past or are the past and present two parallel tracks?

This story has three fragments in timeline - The kids from future who kickstart the flashback, the Khusveer-Rupi generation and then Fateh, Tejo, Amrik kand.

I am not sure if the kids will return again till the story ends. But the storywill start with the budding of enmity between the two families. Then only to the Generation of the leads.

Things will be cleared when I update.

Originally posted by: mistofshadows

Hola Mayuri!

I am glad you liked it.

This is one single story....novel format, not a collection.

This plot will have all the mentioned pairings and trust me they will be justified at that time.

Hehe....I am excited to write 😈

PS: How did you like Amrik?😌😌😌

Oooohh a novel format?!?! *Grabs a million buckets of popcorn* I'm ready!

Yes yes I'm just as excited to read

Amrik was just as twisted as I expected him to be, all of his delusional righteousness was so perfectly captured that I felt goosebumps all over me. I'm sooo looking forward to how TejRik will unravel😃

One

25 years ago

The fields began to wither.

It was as if a cataclysmic force had hit them, for the crops had begun to stifle and strangle themselves, the wind howling a dreadful roar of piteous fury as the earth beneath, began to groan. The pungent dark liquid bled into the pores of the soil, ravaging and gutting it apart; choking the life out of the roots as the life sustained by them tried their best to breath and live.

They tried. One breath. Another. A-Another.A-An-Another -----------------------

The wind stopped howling.

The crops stilled. The earth blacked out.

All remained were dead remains.

Dead plants heaped on top of the dead soil.

Dead buried by the dead!

A group of men stood by, languishing casually, watching the terrible dance of death. Eyes dark as the fathomless sky, they witnessed not just the destruction of acres of life-sustaining land but also the end of a lifelong enmity.

This was the final vengeance.

And with this, they win their case.

With a feral grace, Khushveer Singh Virk, jumped out of his Jeep, his feet hitting the ground with a soft thump. His eyes were fixated on the swirling death, glinting as he exacted his revenge. Anger, hatred, anguish, and pain clogged his heart and his mind flailed in the onslaught of a sick feeling of fury. Sinister darkness glittered in his orbs.

Life for life!

Death for death!

“It is over,” he rasped out, his voice guttural. “Tell Bauji, we have won. The Sandhus will never get up again.”

25 years later

Amrik Singh Virk carefully supervised the CCTV feeds. His eyes flitted across the various entrances on the monitors and his sharp eyes zeroed in on the people straggling inside. His eyes narrowed.

“Pick that guy. Yellow T-shirt; Entrance No 5,” he called out hurriedly. The Bluetooth device strapped on his ear responded immediately as a voice echoed his orders and put them into action. A few minutes later, the voice answered him back.

“Sir, we caught him. He is one of the local reporters. What to do about him, sir?”

“Is he on the list?” Amrik enquired his eyes busily flicking across the feeds.

“No sir.”

“Then what’s the trouble?” he asked shortly. “Throw him out. No uninvited guests allowed.”

“Yes sir.”

He took a final glance at the monitors and began to brief the technician. “Make sure there are no issues with them. Anything goes wrong; you immediately reach out to me. There should be continuous communication between us. And be sure to keep an eye out for any sort of abnormal sighting. Got it?”

“Yes Sir, I will be careful sir,” the technician answered, looking at him warily.

Amrik cocked his head and slowly leaned towards him. “If anything goes wrong, it is on you. And if that happens, this is the last job you will be doing. Understood?” he prompted, his tone suddenly dry and coarse.

The technician swallowed as the dark orbs pierced into him, pinning him to his seat. He hastily nodded a yes and Amrik straightened. With a last look at him, he stalked out of the security room.

Gurpreet Kaur Virk rushed to her husband with the brooch in her hand. She hesitated and waited for him to look at her. Her husband glanced at her standing on the side and turned towards her, his face shut and expressionless. Her hands trembled as she inched closer to him and strapped the brooch on the lapel.

A hand caught her wrist and her eyes were dragged back to meet his.

“This day is very important for me,” Khushveer Singh Virk told her, his cold gruff tones reverberating in the room.

“Ji!” Gurpreet bowed her head, agreeing to his words, as she always did.

“Make sure nothing goes wrong. After this meeting, I am not just the most suitable candidate for the CM of the State but also the best face of the party. I don't want any hassle or mistake. Understood?”

“Ji. Nothing will go wrong. Our son is supervising everything by himself. He will take care of everything.”

“The way he did five years ago?” Khushveer scoffed, his eyes darkening. A sneer spread on his face at the mention of his youngest son, whom he detested from the very depth of his heart. Gurpreet’s face shuttered at the mention and she looked down again.

“He is trying Ji. He has grown up now. He has changed,” she tried to speak out, in defense of her son, her eyes imploring her husband to understand.

“Some people are born to commit mistakes and your son is one of them,” Khushveer declared, his tone bitter as memories of the past trickled down his mind. They fanned in him the waves of humiliation and betrayal he had faced that day, five years ago; that had taken a toll on not only his dreams but also his dignity. “Make sure to keep an eye on him. If not for you, I would have sent that boy away a long time ago.” He spared her a disparaging glance and brushed her hands aside. “The only good thing you did was giving me Fateh and Mahi. Since Amrik has clearly inherited the brains from your side of the family; it is your responsibility to keep him in check. If anything goes wrong; nothing will save him from me, this time.”

Gurpreet bit her lips and nodded. “Ji, I will take care of it,” she answered submissively.

Her husband brushed past her without a word, leaving his wife and mother of his children alone, inside the four walls, that knew the sordid truth of their marital life.

What a waste!

The meeting commenced.

The dignitaries were seated on the platform as various news channels began to call on them with their questions. Queries were raised and various discussions were opened on the platform.

“I believe in the idea of being Aatma-Nirbhar that our honourable Prime Minister has repeatedly mentioned in his vision for India,” Khushveer Singh Virk declared, looking around at the gathering. “And this is not at all just a political thought. This is a necessary humanitarian concern. Because if we try to depend on ourselves, we will search for solutions for the root cause rather than going for an easy fix. The more we work for our self-development to meet our needs, the better will be the formation of a society that will move forth equally with the changing times. And what better than starting from right in our homes? This state is our home. We belong to Punjab and Punjab is us. So, we start our change right here. This is why I believe that we need to curb the tendency of the youth to shift abroad. We should encourage our youth to trigger their potential right here, for the betterment of the country at large and also be Aatma-Nirbhar!”

A round of applause met his words, as confidence and surety exuded from his speech. He cut an imposing and impressive figure; dressed in white with a hash brown waistcoat and a golden brooch. His dark energetic eyes met those of the interviewers, impressing all the supporters and opponents alike.

Another reporter posed a question and the session went on.

Mahi stared at her father with awe and affection in her heart. It was a constant thrumming as applause after applause rang around the hall and with it the chances of her father inching closer to his dream. Throughout her life, she had been the closest to her father. Being the youngest and the most attuned to his goal, Mahi had also envisioned a similar path for herself. She wanted to walk in his footsteps.

One day I will make him proud, she vowed to herself.

The fame, the name, the awed glances, the reverent gazes; they were all addictive. Since a young age, she had seen how people would defer to her father. And on the cusp of choosing her own career; Mahi knew what she wanted.

Someone came and stopped next to her. A glance to her right showed her brother, immaculately dressed in a three-piece suit, staring at the gathering intensely. She squashed the tiny flame of dislike that she shared with her father and managed to give him a polite smile.

“All ok Amrik? Veere?”

“Uhmm!” he responded. The programme was going on splendidly and everything was as planned. Yet he could not help but feel uneasy. Smooth plans were never written in his luck. Everything was going well. Way too well!

“Hey, what is it?” Mahi looked at him properly. He looked completely confident and intimidating from outside but she knew her brother enough to understand the tightening of his eyes and the set of his mouth. “Is there any issue? Anyone creating problems?”

“No Mahi. Nothing like that. Yet!”

“Yet? Is there any possibility of something wrong happening? Did you check –”

“I checked everything. All according to the plan, but I can’t help feel uneasy. Something is niggling my senses. And I can't pinpoint it,” Amrik muttered back tersely.

“Not again,” Mahi rolled her eyes. “You are tensed for no reason. Chill! Everything is fine and it will end well. Already the event is nearly over. Just one PowerPoint show left. Then, Papa Ji is a direct choice for the CM. The public already loves him and this meet will shut all the unhappy ones in the party. They will have no choice but to support his stake. All will be well Veere. Don’t worry.”

“I hope so Mahi,” Amrik replied scrunching his brow. His eyes drank in the figure of his father, who stood smiling broadly on the dais. “I just want Papa Ji to be happy. Nothing else.”

The chairman of the part took the mic and gave a brief speech about his perspective. As he ended his speech, the hall erupted in cheers and exclamations. He raised his hand and gestured towards the projector. Mahi felt excitement unfurl in her veins. This was it. This was where her father’s achievements will be listed in great detail. All that he had silently done and achieved would be dangled in front of the flashing cameras to capture and take them to the public at large. Her father had managed great feats that he had kept quiet about. And now they would be right in front of the public. Especially, his new project for the development of sports infrastructure in the state.

A very bold and powerful move, that will definitely propel his career towards the highest reach. Just some minutes more, Mahi thought giddily.

Various flashes went off, as cameramen rushed about, trying to capture the best shots. With that, the lights began to dim, and right behind the platform, a white screen emerged. The projector began to whirr and it began.

Mahi watched the flickering images and her heart raced in excitement as her father’s achievements and plans began to roll in. Next to her Amrik gave a sigh of relief. It was over.

And then the presentation stopped abruptly.

“Wha –”

The presentation started again and this time a grainy video emerged. Amidst that one figure stood clearly in the video and his voice rang loudly as he hollered at someone.

“Of course, I did. I poisoned the fields of those Sandhus. 40 Killa land…all dead and gone. But that chemical we used, was very dangerous and we could not stop it from spreading. In a week the entire village had lost their crops for that year. And it took years of treatment for that chemical to be leeched out of the soil,” a young Khushveer Singh Virk claimed smugly.

And then, everything descended into chaos.

The call dropped and he switched off his mobile with a click.

Triumph spread through him as his mind ran through the information he had been given.

A smirk danced across his face. His plan had worked.

“Your smile tells us that it is done,” Harman Singh Sandhu remarked watching his eldest son who sat in front of him with a devious smile on his lips. Next to him his brother Rupi shifted and took in a sip of the wine.

“I hope it went as planned Abhiraj,” Rupi remarked, his eyes fixed on the winning smirk of his nephew.

Abhiraj gave a wide grin, his eyes dancing as he took in his father and his uncle. “What do you think? Have I ever failed? Has any of my plans before? Be it five years ago or now; you should just accept it that Abhiraj Singh Sandhu never loses.” He gently picked up the glass of wine and his finger circled the rim of the glass as it glinted in the dim light.

Harman sank back onto the sofa with a sigh and closed his eyes. His mind flashed back to the incident twenty-five years ago when he had come upon the sight of his fields; all drained and choked to death. For a farmer, his land was both his mother and his child. And Khushveer Singh Virk had dared to not only touch them but also taint them.

The Sandhus had broken then; their economic stability and even their day-to-day lifestyle; all thrown asunder with the destruction of their fields.

But they had lived through it.

With bonds forged in the heat of struggle and mind-numbing anguish; they had managed to gather themselves and rebuild again. And now they were back, stronger than ever. For years they had waited for the right opportunity. After all the best revenge was always served cold. And years later it was their turn to pay back; give back the taint.

Abhirah raised a toast and Harman and Rupi followed.

“CHEERS!”

Okay but the Gurpreet part cracked me up 😆

Especially the taunt about the brains of the family 🤪

Why so mean Khusbeer 😆

Interesting. 👍🏼👏⭐️

Sets the stage for the upcoming drama and still mysterious.

AAA

I'm screaming! I already love this and it has just begun. Now I will be stuck in a loop of always wanting the next chapter.

The dialogue about the family brains was funny.😆

I already like this Amrik more than the show one, so I'm going to wait and watch to see how TejRik plays out here. I almost thought he was the hero, then I went back and read the synopsis that you PMed and was back to team Fateh. As you post more chapters, I guess I'll get more clarity as to which ship is my favourite-FaTejo, TejRik, JasFa or MahiRaj

Also noticed you didn't introduce Fateh-Tejo-Jasmine yet. Waiting for the entry. Fateh taking revenge and of course all the drama that's going to come.

Also can you give an approximate no. of chapters that you are planning. Incomplete ffs break my heart.

Oh my god Niki I'm screaming!!! I want more!!!

I thought the prologue was gripping enough but then you drop this bombshell of a chapter and I'm blown away again! 👏

The premise is as intriguing as it is interesting and the Sandhu-Virk enmity has me hooked. Khushbeer as a politician is very realistic and so is his relationship with Gurpreet. Mahi as always was a delight and Amrik as always, my guilty pleasure.

I'm so excited for more Niki! Do tell me whenever you post next❤️

Originally posted by: music_girl

Okay but the Gurpreet part cracked me up 😆

Especially the taunt about the brains of the family 🤪

Why so mean Khusbeer 😆

Interesting. 👍🏼👏⭐️

Sets the stage for the upcoming drama and still mysterious.

And since you know how things are going to shape up....enjoy the funny moments now😬😬😬

But seriously, Amrik is so Gurpreet's son than Khusveer's.

Thanks for reading and reviewing Mg.

- Niki