FF - Tainted (Chapter Five - Page 10) - Page 8

Originally posted by: Mehr03

Thank you so much for the update

... I am really liking Amrik in this fic. I also loved the intense Fatejo moment. I can just imagine the cake scenario in my head. 😉 Please update soon. Thank you. 😊

Thanks a lot for reading it.

I am glad you like Amrik....but he will have many shades too😌

Hehe...the cake is surely a Lafandar Shadayein shot. I missed them like crazy when I wrote it.

Thanks once Again.

- Niki

Originally posted by: BammyPooa

Another intriguing and brilliant chapter. Both brothers seem to have the weight of the world on their shoulders.

I love how Amrik is a full-on feminist in your story 😆

Trust Jasmine to like such a disgusting flavour combination!

Thanks a lot for reviewing.

Both brothers definitely have a lot to tackle. Poor things.

Amrik is very likeable for now...but future is mysterious, you know😌

Yep...that is Jasso's flavour 🤣🤣

- Niki

Originally posted by: poo_j

Loving this FF a lot.. After ages started reading IF FF..

Thank you so much dear. Hope you will continue reading it.

- niki

Originally posted by: mistofshadows

Thanks for reading and reviewing dear!

I miss Lafandar And Shadayein😓

Seriously.....I want them back so much. I cannot recognise Fateh and Tejo now.

Anyway, I am glad you liked Fatejo bickering 😌

Amrik is definitely wiser here...but I will throw you a hint. Everything he does has motives....even his advice.

Fatejo will meet again soon 😎😎😎

- Niki

:// Yeah.. all this negative energy takes the fun out of the show, you know. I watch things to get a break from real life, but all this just makes me stress out more, lol.

That's why I've stopped watching the show completely, and just read these stories 💜 Gives me some joy :')

Niki..Please update soon!!!

Originally posted by: mistofshadows

You will like Abhiraj😈

@Bold: Interesting theory. Hold onto it😌😌😌

- Niki

Damn you seem very excited about Abhiraj. Can’t wait to see more of him.

Also the story has just begun and I already have two theories and nothing confirmed😕

Five

Fateh Singh Virk was horrified.

“What do you mean? I have to stay HERE?” he ended with a screech. Buzzo nodded along with him, his eyes taking in the small one-bedroom house that had paint chipping walls and a strong smell of something; maybe of some insect that had died and decayed there.

“I mean exactly what I said,” Amrik answered swiftly as he lounged on the only clean cot in the room. He had sat on it and was now lazily blinking up at his brother. “This is the place where the new mechanic from Sodhi’s Garage would stay.”

“Amrik,” Fateh muttered, his distressed eyes taking in the surroundings, “this is a pigsty. I cannot stay here. Surely, we can switch to another place; one with a proper bed, bathroom, and TV for God’ssake. This is so not done!”

“Oh, but it has to brother dear,” Amrik propped his feet on a stool. “You are Harak Fateh Singh from the –”

“I am what?” Fateh, if possible, appeared even more horrified. “Harak?”

“Oh yes,” Amrik sounded delighted. “Interesting name, isn’t it? Buzzo chose it for you.” He pretended not to see the way his brother glared and deliberately stepped on his friend’s feet. “Anyway, you are here for a short while to work off a debt to Sodhi. Don’t worry, there will be no miscommunication for that as there is a man who is indebted to Sodhi. Luckily for us, Sodhi has never met him. So no issues in you picking up that act. Also, as per your profile, you are an Engineer, with very good academic results and experience of about two years. However, you have left your job, since you were frustrated in the Corporate Sector and you are now searching for a new opportunity outside India; specifically in Canada. I have made a list of interviews, that you have to sit for. All your identity markers have been created, along with social media profiles. From this moment onwards, your identity as Fateh Singh Virk is erased from the public domain and kept under sealed security till this mission is over. For all means and purpose, you are Harak Fateh Singh who likes to go by Fateh; so that you don’t get confused. The best lies after all are born from truth.”

“That still doesn’t answer why I am staying in this dump,” Fateh crossed his arms, frowning at his visibly enthusiastic brother.

“Because you don’t have money,” Amrik replied, his eyes almost dancing. “You were an orphan who managed to study through scholarships earned on merit. You have no family to support or for them to support you. Leaving your job was a mistake as the pandemic came soon after and crossed your opportunities. But now you are finally catching up to it and saving as much as possible is a good idea. Which is why you have taken up a temporary job in Sodhi’s place too, to work off your debt and earn from tips.”

“Fine I understand,” Fateh sighed. “But is this necessary? I can stay somewhere else. I can get another place. Why this?”

“Because no one would expect the heir of Khushveer Singh Virk to live here,” Amrik answered promptly. He got and walked up to his sibling. “You promised to give your everything to this mission. Sacrificing luxuries is a small price to give Veere!”

Fateh took a deep breath and nodded. Amrik gave him a soft smile. “Also Veere, from tomorrow as you fit into your new role, you will no more be welcome in the Virk Mansion.”

Fateh whipped his head up to look at him in shock.

“It is the deception Veere,” Amrik grasped his shoulder. “No one can doubt your connection to Virks. Even we would not meet again, till your mission is over. If ever you see me around, overlook me and behave as a complete stranger. We are no more brothers; we don’t even know each other." His hand fished out Fateh's mobile phone and in the blink of an eye, smashed it; shattering it into pieces.

"What -" Fateh began infuriated but Amrik held out a hand.

"No chances to make any mistake Veere. In fact," he handed a new Sim card to him. “Use this one specifically to make calls to me, when you get a new mobile and a new sim under your new name. Got it Veere?”

Fateh looked at him for a long time and sighed, finally taking the card. “You seem to have become expert in all these Chote!”

“What else to do Veere,” Amrik sent him a despondent smile, “after all I have learned from the best.”

With a nod, he left the house and reached near his bike. He was just about to push the key into the ignition when his phone rang.

“Hello!”

“You have a lot of nerve sending cakes to Jasso,” a sharp tone accused him straight away and he nearly dropped the phone. All of a sudden, his mind scrambled trying to understand what was exactly spoken. How did she know that he sent the cake? Even if he did, it was supposedly for the part that Fateh Veer played.

“Ah, you are silent now. What did you think? You will apply all your Roadside Romeo cheap tactics and Jasso will fall flat for you? Well, you are absolutely mistaken if you think so. And what is this secret admirer game that you are playing? If you like her, come in front of her and meet her.”

“Wait,” Amrik stalled. While she was on a screeching spree, he had fished out another mobile and logged onto the call tracker. The signal beeped and pointed him to the location. Switching the call to his Bluetooth device, he ignited the engine and began to drive. “Please calm down. I understand you are angry but please hear me out.”

“How about you actually come and meet her? And stop all these tactics. You will not send any more gifts to Jasmine. Am I understood?”

“No,” Amrik answered her softly, as a heady rush filled in him. “First of all, I like Jasmine Sandhu; I love her,” he asserted sticking close to the script that he had jotted down for his brother. “Second, I do not even know you. How can you decide if I am right for her or not? And lastly, how did you get my number?”

“You think you can play these games and no one will reach you? Well, Jasso loves a cake with a very unique flavour and that can be found in only one bakery. I went there and got the contact detail of the anonymous person who ordered the last available cake of that flavour which was of course you. So don’t act smart ok. I know it was you.”

“Correct,” Amrik replied as a sense of admiration bloomed in him. The location blinked. He was glad that he had called with his number. Otherwise, it would have been troublesome for Fateh Veere to deal with her. She was too sharp. “I am amazed at your devotion to Jasmine. What is it to you if someone likes her? What if Jasmine likes me too? You might not know of it.”

“Right,” she scoffed. He parked his bike and began to swiftly move towards the target. “It matters a great deal to me about what happens to Jasso and if she liked someone, I would be the first person to know. For your kind information, I am her sister – Tejo Kaur Sandhu. And no one gets past me to reach Jasso, without my permission.”

His feet froze and it was as if someone had squashed the air out of his lungs. Blinking furiously, he tried to re-focus. Tejo Sandhu was back? How did he not know of it? And why now? When did she return? They had not added this variable to their plan at all.

Overwhelming panic hit him. He had to quickly re-alter his plans. They could not go ahead without taking care of her. Jasmine was next to inaccessible with Tejo shielding her. That was what he had learned from his sources.

Sweat beaded on his forehead and he swallowed. “Tejo Ji,” his voice appeared croaky and he cleared his throat. “I mean no harm to Jasmine. I just love her.”

“Then why all these secret tactics? Come meet us,” Tejo told him firmly.

“I can’t,” Amrik replied reaching back to the script. “Not till I make myself eligible for Jasmine’s affections." His feet took him towards the backyard of the Temple and finally, the location turned beeped. A woman stood across the small pond, conversing rapidly on her phone.

“What –”

“I know Jasmine wants to go to Canada. I won’t come in front of her till I don’t get a job there. Once I do, only then I shall offer my affections to her. I may have to nurse a broken heart but I will never allow her to have one if I can help it. I cannot crush her dreams for my love, Tejo Ji. Therefore Sorry, but I cannot come in front of either of you.” He cut the call and his feet inched closer. He had a good view of the woman now.

Dressed in a red suit, with her hair wide open, Tejo Kaur Sandhu stared at her phone in befuddlement. She shook her head and turned around in exasperation.

Heart thudding loudly, he reached to his bag and lifted the camera out. He slowly zoomed the lens and finally looked at her. Something snared inside him as he took in her expressive face. He closed his eyes for a second and opened them; all wiped clean of emotion. Training the lens onto her, he swiftly began his work.

Click!

Click!

Click!

As he trekked back to his bike a thought slowly crawled back to his mind. A new plan stirred and something shifted. He checked the gallery and let his eyes drift on her pictures.

Tejo Kaur Sandhu!

The double doors flung open and a large group of people filed out at a distinct pace. People swivelled around to stare widely as bodyguards and other officials began to march into the Hotel enveloping a young man amidst them. The group passed by the reception and one man branched out of the group and handed over a card to the receptionist. She gaped at it and nodded in unison as she immediately dialled a number.

“Sir,” she whispered barely holding into her excitement, “the VVIP is here.”

Two men in black suits fell back and remained by the foyer, stationed at the far corners of the hall. As the group marched on, another two stepped in the opposite direction to enter the security room; carefully pulling the surveillance system under their network. The remaining group entered the lift and it opened with a click on another floor. Three men were stationed near the lift as five people stepped out towards the single door on the wall.

The door clicked open and the men entered; the young man entering last. The door shut with a thud.

Two figures stood inside the room and immediately straightened as the people entered. With a swift bow, they reached towards the back and pulled a man from the shadows, pushing him towards the new entrants. The heavy-set man was middle-aged; his round face beading with sweat as his eyes flickered around with panic. He breathed in deep gulps of air, as he panted and swallowed rapidly. A hand came down on him and forced him onto a chair. A feeling of scalding fear shot into him and he got a sudden adrenaline rush that made him want to rush at the people. His heavy frame wiggled as he tried to put his plan into motion when a pair of deep hazel eyes pinned him to his place.

He froze.

The four men in front of him parted like the sea and a familiar face he had often seen in pictures stepped out from behind them. He was a tall man with a rather muscled frame that was dressed in a blue three-piece suit. A silver brooch was pinned on his lapel that had a chain that was embedded inside his layered collar. Deep hazel eyes graced his pointed chin and a sharp jawline that contrasted with his bushy eyebrows. His countenance was polite as he looked at him calmly but one glance at the eyes could reveal the truth.

His eyes that glinted brightly in the dim light spoke of all that was to follow.

“Param Chadda,” Abhiraj Singh Sandhu began, his tone gently flowing over his name, “I heard you have some information for me?”

Chadda gulped as perspiration flooded his being; nervousness and fear frothing into a dance inside him. He had chanced upon the information just by chance and had felt that it was a good decision to exchange it in return for his debt to Abhiraj Sandhu being forgiven. At that time, it felt like the best move. Actually, coming in front of the predator that Abhiraj Sandhu was, felt like a very bad decision.

“Come on Chadda,” Abhiraj spoke softly, his low volume doing nothing to coat the sinister tenor of his intentions, in case this was a false venture, “I do not have all day. In fact, neither do you. Your pregnant wife is just in the Mart opposite the Hotel. She is waiting for you,” his tone dipped and he gave him a long shark-like smile.

Heart beating loudly Chadda felt like the world had become slightly blurry. “H-He is b-back,” he gasped out. “F-Fateh Sin-Singh Virk. He is b-back.”

Abhiraj looked up and his eyes sharpened.

“Sir,” the man on his left began but Abhiraj held up a hand. He sauntered over to Chadda and sat down on a chair.

He leaned forward and cocked his head. “Start from the beginning!”

“He is right there. In the m-mart opposite the h-hotel.”

Fateh stared at the utensils in confusion.

He shook his head and stared again.

What to buy exactly? Should he get a bigger pan or a smaller one? He had to cook only for one so smaller might be better. But wasn’t there a risk of food falling out while cooking if the pan was smaller? And should he get the lighter too?

“Would a lighter work in case of a stove where I am supposed to use wood?” he wondered loudly.

A woman next to him gave him a startled look and pinching her face with a surly expression, immediately parted from his side as if she was running away from some disease. Fateh shrugged and turned back to the shiny kitchen utensils. Scratching his hand, he quickly picked up a small rectangular sieve-type thing with sharp ridges and pores. Curiously, he flipped it and let his fingers brush on the ridges gently.

“A bit sharper and you will get your skin peeled off,” a voice told him.

Fateh started and whirled around only to see Shadayein watching him with a smirk on her face. Fateh raised an eyebrow.

“No one asked your opinion,” he grumbled but threw away the instrument for safety.

Glancing at the abandoned Grater, Tejo stepped towards him, her eyes dancing humorously. “I heard an Aunty informing her friends about a weird idiot who was talking to utensils. I come here to see and lo behold – it is you!”

Fateh threw her a dirty look. “Well tell that Aunty that she needs better pastimes. And go away. I am busy. I don’t want to talk to you.”

“Yep. You are definitely busy,” Tejo agreed and let her eyes take in the kitchen section. She poked him and indicated a medium-sized pan. “That would work for you. And most importantly, you will need these too.”

“Hey, I can do my own work,” Fateh protested as she began to shove utensils at him. Pursing his lips, he brought a basket and began piling them in. Nearly an hour later, Fateh stared at the two baskets in stupefaction.

“I stay alone,” he burst out. “Why do I need so many things?”

Tejo rolled her eyes. “Lafandar, these are basic necessities in a kitchen. You might stay alone or have an army with you, but these are needed. Now go and bill them. Shoo!”

Grumbling, Fateh took his goods and made his way to the billing line. As he stood there, the crowd went on increasing and the Air Conditioner seemed to be non-existent. Sweating he finally reached the counter and piled his baskets on it.

Unnoticed by him, a group of men entered the Mart. The machine pinged and his receipt was printed out.

Chadda huffed and puffed as he was dragged into the corner of the Mart.

Abhiraj clutched his collar and made him look around forcefully. “Where is he? Which one is it?”

“I-I d-don’t know Sir,” he gasped out, his sides tightening with pain as he trembled. “I-I h-have never s-seenhim.”

“Then what use are you to me,” Abhiraj snarled as he flung him away. His eyes flitted around the Mart crowded with people and his mind worked furiously.

“Your number Sir?” the man behind the counter enquired.

Fateh shuffled awkwardly. “Er…I don't have one.”

“Sir?” the man asked in confusion.

Tejo rolled her eyes and stepped forward. “Take mine.”

“Arvind,” Abhiraj called out to one of his men, “check the transactions completed today. And get a copy of the phone numbers. Run them through. Rajiv,” he gestured towards the crowd, “spread your men. Check everyone for ID. Find me Fateh Singh Virk.”

His orders were immediately followed and he made his way outside the Mart. As he waited, his phone rang.

“Hello!” he answered sharply.

“Sir your sister is here with a friend of hers. Should we check them too?”

Abhiraj frowned. “Jasmine?”

“No sir. Tejo Madam!”

“Oh,” he murmured and then blinked. “Let them go. Check the others. But make sure Tejo doesn’t see you all or know that I have sent men here. Got it?”

“Yes sir. Got it.”

“Why don’t you have a mobile?” Tejo questioned the moment they were out of the Mart. Fateh bit his lip and hesitated.

“Er…” he tried to come up with an excuse. “I had one. But it broke.”

“Hmm!”

“Why did you help me?” Fateh flung a question back at her to change the track of the conversation. “I thought you didn’t like me.”

“I don’t,” Tejo retorted and seeing his confusion, clarified, “like you, that is. You are an annoying, irritating pest whom I seem to meet all the time. There is no way I can ever like you.”

“Thank you so much. It is a pleasure,” he answered sarcastically. “So may I know the reason for your kind-heartedness today?”

“I may not like you,” Tejo gave him a side glance, “but I help whoever needs it. And you needed my help. You were hopeless out there.”

His confusion fled all of asudden and a new thought struck him. “Uhmm. So, you were worried for me? Should I take this as a change of heart? It's ok. Women generally –”

“And there you go opening your big fat mouth,” Tejo sighed. She shook her head and looked at him resignedly. “You were almost likable when you were quiet or confused. Anyway, I am done here. Bye!”

“Hey what about –” Fateh blocked her way but Tejo cut him across.

“This help was a one-time offer. Hope we never meet again. You are too annoying to even tolerate,” she remarked and swiftly drove her Scooty away.

Fateh stared long after she was gone. Something warm gushed through him and he smiled. “Well Shadayein, you definitely do like me.”

TejRej 1st meeting was the best!!! And the camera click.. Wow!!! I loved how he captured their first moment!!! ❤️

And Amrik was totally enjoying the new plight iof Fateh..😆 He done is research and executing the plan well..But all going to go haywire due to Tejo..😆

Now that I ship TejRik I can’t enjoy FaTejo..I will try to differentiate FF and serial FT..

Tejo is a sweetheart..She helps everyone who are in need..Such people are so rare..

And what an entry for Abhiraj..Total mafia!!! Bindass!!! I didn’t expect that at all..

Loved the update Niki!!! Thank you for writing it!!! 🤗

Oh thank you so much for updating.🥳 You wrote Tejrik and Fatejo so beautifully 😍 I absolutely love this fic to bits. The camera capture part was so 👌

I am actually less angry with TV Fateh after reading this. 😅

I also hope you will reupload your deleted Fatejo fic. Thank you and keep up the amazing work. You are an amazing writer. 😘

Hmmm so now Amrik has led Tejo to believe that he is in love with Jasso. Interesting. New Plan and he now knows who Tejo is. Is he going to tell Fateh? Will Fateh find out that his Shadayein is Tejo Kaur Sandhu?? Too many questions 😭

Abhiraj knows Fateh is back but didn’t recognize himI don’t like that the Virk brothers have the upper hand. I hope Abhiraj finds out about Fateh as soon as possible. You were right. I love Abhiraj already.

Also didn’t you PM??