TPR chap 59 – Its all coming together!
Morningggggggggggg Sunday Sundae is here again! OMG how complicated have I made this for myself, why why why! LOLL well I hope you guys are enjoying anyway ;)) some one you loved is back and the story moves along..chug chug chug! Poor Deepak out of the frying pan into the fire ;)) I hope you enjoy this weeks segment please do comment love to read them. Tell me what you liked and what you didn’t. Please excuse the errors there are bound to be as I was rushing to finish this.
Maan stared at the papers he was supposed to be working on without even seeing them. Where had those two gone? He had even left the car with them and taken a taxi himself. Reaching for his mobile he started to dial the number of his driver and then stopped himself. They were grown men who could look after themselves. Frankly he wasn’t bothered to find them anytime soon. No, he was not going to waste his time trying to find them. He fervently hoped that they would vanish as quickly as they had erupted into their lives. Staring abstractedly at Geet’s picture on his desk he cursed them for bringing trouble to their door and especially Anwar for hurting his Mishty. Then with a determined angle to his jaw he got up. Packing up the papers and grabbing his mobile he strode out of the building to his meeting with Mr Shah, deciding his time would be better spent running his business, not chasing after druggies and crooks even if they were related to him.
Eyes as big as saucers, Deepak wandered into the Khurana Construction offices. He had never been inside such a plush important looking place.
“Sir, Sir, excuse me?” Called out a voice in English, “Where are you going?”
Deepak didnt understand so he just kept walking.
A woman ran up and stood in front of him, stopping him in his tracks.
The receptionist looked Deepak up and down and frowned. Clearly he was not somebody who belonged in KC, but she was trained to be polite.
“Sir where are you going?” She asked again in English, then looking at the complete look of puzzle on the little man’s face.
“Aap kissko doondh rahe hai?”
“Err….Maan Sing Khurana, mujhe Maan Singh Khurana ko milna hai!” Deepak piped up in a small voice.
“Maan Sir has gone out to a meeting, he won’t be back till quite late. Would you like to leave a message?”
Deepak stared at her, he had totally expected her to call security and have him booted out straight away. Nobody had ever been this polite to him ever, and as for leaving a message he couldn’t think of a thing to say. He could hardly spill his guts out to the receptionist and neither did he think that Maan Singh Khurana would ring him if he left a number, especially if the receptionist described his ragged dirty clothes. And nobody had ever taken him this seriously to ask him to leave a message. His eyes glazed over at what he should say to Maan Singh khuarana.
“Errr eerr…….” he turned and started to walk out of the building just as Geet was coming in.
“Sir sir?” The receptionist called after him.
“Tum!” Her mouth fell open and she stared at the man who had shown them where Ajeet had been hiding. She stopped so suddenly Adi and Pinky who were right behind her went straight into the back of her.
“OH!” Deepak stared into the face of the young lady who had been with Savitridevi.
Panic seized him and he tried to run but Geet grabbed a firm hold of his arm and she wasn’t about to let him go.
“Pinky! Adi! Grab him!”
“B…ut…But….. “ Poor Deepak was suddenly so frightened out of his wits. What if these people handed him over to the police. His little thin face paled and he started to shake with fear.
“Mujhe jaane do, meine kuch nahi kiya……….!” He started yelling and screaming. The whole of Khurana Contsruction came to a sudden stand still to watch Geet and Pinky and the strange spectacle they made. Adi kept running around in circles trying to grab what he could of Deepak to help the girls, but the man was slippery as an eel.
Pinky managed to grab him by the other arm, staring at the man and then at Geet.
“Err Geet why are we holding on to him?” she asked whilst being dragged about Deepak’s struggles.
Geet saw all the curious faces and realised she should not have all this out in the open.
“Be quiet!” She told Deepak firmly.
“I only came to see Maan Singh Khurana!” Deepak wailed loudly.
Geet glared at him, “So you could ask him for more money!”
“Noooooooooooooo!” Deepak wailed .”..Please..” he hiccuped and stared to wail loudly yet again.
“Err Geet I think we should take him somewhere private.” Adi said as he saw all the curious faces gwaking at them.
“Yes that best.” she agreed, she didn’t want to launder their troubles out in front of the whole office either.
“No….Policeeeeeee pleaseeeeeee madammmmmm…Sir..” Deepak wailed and fell to Adi’s feet.
“Huh Huh Huh….!” Adi jumped back in fright, pushing his glasses back up his nose. Working for KC certainly wasn’t boring he thought.
“Err Geet maam, Maan Sir has gone out.” The receptionist piped up.
Geet looked at Deepak. “Lets take him to your office Pinky.” That was quieter and had some privacy not so much glass as hers.
They frog marched the still wailing Deepak to Pinky’s office and shut the door to the gwakers.
“Now,” Geet said pushing Deepak into a chair. “Tell me why you wanted to see Maan?”
Deepak stared red eyed into their faces and then to their amazement, slid like a wave of syrup right off the chair on to the floor shaking his head and sobbing.
“I am not worthy of sitting on a chair!” He started wailing again.
All three stared at him, totally perplexed at his antics.
“Babaji!” Geet sighed with frustration. “Adi help me up with this idiot! Have you got a brother who is a Police Inspector by any chance?” Questioned Geet remembering Gullus and his mad wailing.
“P….Policeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! No!” Deepak wailed even louder, worried about being handed to police.
Between them they pulled him up and pushed him back in the revolving chair.
Deepak tried to scramble off the chair only to have Pinky push him back into it. She swung him round to face Geet.
“Bolo! Kya naam hai tumhara?”
“D…Deepak!” Squirming in his chair, his bum rose up, ready to take flight.
The three of them faced him glaring. “Don’t you dare get off this chair!” Geet warned him.
Pinky switched on the table lamp and pointed it into Deepak’s face startling him so he shrank back right into the chair puling his legs up on to it like a monkey.
“Pinky ..errrr what are you doing? This is not a crime serial!” Adi groaned. “And its still light!”
“We are interrogating him aren’t we?” Pinky said with glee, all her Bollywood police officer fantasy’s were being realised.
Deepak stared at them, his eyes enormous, sweat broke out on his thin dark face.
“Pinky you’re just scaring him!” Adi growled at her.
“What were you doing here?”Geet questioned Deepak firmly.
“I just wanted to see Maan Singh Khuarana.” he squeaked back.
“Why? To get more money out of us?” She glared at him so hard he started wailing again.
“Geet! Hu huh huh!” Adi laughed at her fierce glare his eyes wide. “You are scaring him …and me!”
“Adi you dont know! This was the squirt who took money off us to point out Ajeet and Anwar at the station.” Hands on hips she bore down on Deepak.
“Oh! Really?” Pinky and Adi both stared at Deepak as if he were a fascinating exhibit at the zoo.
“Bu..t Madam I …I ..” Deepak hiccuped again and started sobbing into one end of his dirty shirt, blowing his nose very loudly into the corner.
All three fell back in horror.
“Urghh!” Pinky blurt out. Scewing her face up in disgust at Deepak.
Adi pulled out a pristine hanky and offered it to Deepak with a shaking hand, hoping the little man wouldn’t snot on him.
Deepak started wailing even louder. No one had been kind to him like this for years. People just usually pushed him about and beat him to get what they wanted out of him.
Geet paced the office in frustration whilst Pinky and Adi gave Deepak some water and tried to calm him down. She had to get to get to the bottom of this both Maan and her were wondering why he had chosen to give away Ajeet’s whereabouts. It just seemed so odd and very fishy.
“Bas Bas! Stop crying for god sake! We wont harm you” Pinky told him. “Why did you want to see Maan?”
Deepak hiccuped again.”..I…I have to tell him…!” He blew his nose very loudly in Adi’s hanky and tried to hand it back to him.
“Err…No you keep it,” a horrified Adi said stepping out of reach.
Deepak pocketed the nice hanky and went back to wiping his dribbling nose with the end of his shirt, still looking pensive about the outcome of this mess he had got himself into.
Changing tact Geet asked him softly. “No one is going to hurt you, or hand you over to the police, now you tell me exactly why you want to see Maan?”
Deepak looked at her and huge tears started to roll down his thin face.
“I am so sorryyyyyyyyy, I knew it was wrong!” and stared sobbing again.
Both Adi and Pinky sank back against a table holding their heads in frustration.
“G….Geet!” Adi laughed, “thank god he didn’t get to M…Maan sir, if he had carried on like this with him…paata nahi kya hota uska haal!
Pulling up a chair Geet sank into it, resigned to the fact that it was going to be a very long afternoon by the looks of it.
At that precise moment………
“Chandu’s whats is this? So manys reports of illegals Alcahols everywheres? Kaun yeh Gullus ke ilakes mein Alchaols ke rackeets runnings?” Jumping up on the table Gullu’s screamed at his constables, “ Threes more stupids becomes ills drinking this bads stuffs! I wants it all closeds downs now! Chandu’s goes to every villages in our continents and finds out informations urgentlys! This times Gullus will definatelys get promotions!”
“But Sir where should I start? Reports are coming in from all over the continents..err I mean district!”
Gullus thought about it for a moment but didnt know where to start? Chandu was right reports were coming in from everywhere. Suddenly there was a glut of moonshine. So he did the best thing he could.
“Duffers! Stupids! Why are you always using my brains! Whys don’t you uses yours! Dont wears mines out I wills need it whens I get promotions!
Chandu rolled his eyes at his comrades they all knew that Gullus ke moti biwi was always after him to get promotion, and Gullus was so scared of her he couldn’t see anything else beyond that at all!
“Ok sir I will start with the hospitals and Doctors surgeries to see who else was brought in ill maybe then we will get a clearer picture about this bootleg booze.”
“Eh? yes! Thats justs whats I woulds do. GO!” he jumped from the table and ushered them out. “And donts comebacks tills you finds out whos it is! Gullus always gets his mans!”
“Yeah so you can get all the glory!” Chandu grumbled.
“I heards that you lazy duffers! When I gets promotions I am going to kick your asses!” Gullus shouted, the top of his head just showing under the window sill.
“Wasn’t it funny last time when he got his own ‘asses’ kicked by Maan Singh Khurana!” Chandu laughed as they all went in search off the bootleg booze that was making people ill.
Anwar sulked in a dark corner of a casino that Ajeet had brought him to. His face a picture of discontent. A waitress placed their drinks on the table in front of him and he drank down the double shot of whiskey in front of him in one gulp. Ordering two more straightaway.
“I am not going to take the meds! He growled at Ajeet.
“Idiot! Do you think we would still be going back into the lap of luxury later if I had told Maan that you wouldn’t take meds? Just pretend you are taking them for Gods sake!”
“Did you take all my coke?” Anwar sulked even more. “Now where am I going to get more?”
“No I didn’t take it but Maan must have found your stash. After the stunt you pulled the other day I am not surprised.”
Rubbing his hand across his sweaty brow, Anwar groaned, “You promised me luxury and loads of money, all I am seeing are rules and rehab!” He rubbed a shaking hand over his face. “I need a fix bad!”
“I know that you idiot!” With a resigned sigh Ajeet reached into pocket and threw a small packet of coke at him. Anwar fell upon it instantly like a drowning man thrown a rope, taking a large pinch and he snorted the white powder.
“Now you listen to me!” Ajeet growled as he watched Anwar inhale deeply. “You have to keep calm, I will keep supplying you with a fix as long as you don’t make scenes like that again at the house. If you ever do that again I will myself throw you out the house!” He warned in no uncertain terms. “I didn’t spend years planning this for you to ruin it now.”
The rush went straight to his head. Anwar sat back and smiled smugly. Did this old man think he was going to control him? A giggle escaped him. He was just waiting for his chance to get his hands on loads of cash somehow maybe from the old woman’s safe and make good his escape. And maybe on the way out he might get some action from that Geet. His smile grew wider, no nothing was going to keep him from finally getting what he wanted, not this old man and definitely not Maan Singh Khurana!
“Now come on,” he said trying to keep Anwar sweet, “we have some time before we have to get back to the mansion. Lets play some cards, and roll the dice. Now that lady luck has turned our way we can make the most of it.” Ajeet smiled.
He pulled out wads of cash he had collected from his mum, Maan, and helped himself to from Geet’s cupboard after she left and waved it at the now grinning Anwar.
“Come on ‘son’ lets enjoy!” Soon enough they were so high on drink and drugs that they didn’t even notice that many eyes were watching their moves with a great deal of interest.