TPR2 chap 15 – Mrs Chaddha’s unusual guard dogs
Morninggggggggggggg Sunday Sundae is served. Masti mayhem and fun @ Mrs Chaddha’s house..remember the tarot reader ;)) As ever nobody does what they are told…but where is the fun in following instructions ;)) Do enjoyyyy! Please do comment, love to read and promise to reply to all of them ;)) And as exam season approaches fast GOOD LUCK to all my readers slogging at this moment. I hope when u do take a break and read the stories u get a break and can relax.
Chapter 15 – Mrs Chaddha’s unusual guard dogs
“Pinky what did you tell Adi?”
“Arrey Geet worry not, I told him we are going to a meeting with Ashokji.” Pinky said in her usual jovial bindas manner.
A loud hiss broke from her. “Huh? Pinky! Ashokji calls Maan all the time this plan is bound to fail!”
“Geet! Stop worrying,you wanted to go and see Mrs Chaddha to find out about the pictures and who is following you didn’t you?”
“Yes..yes.” She mumbled grudgingly, admittedly it was her idea, Mrs Chaddha seemed to have answers and Pinky being Pinky had jumped at the chance of seeing her again, they were still no closer to finding out who was following them, although Maan had already told her not to do precisely the thing she was doing. As it was she knew she would get a grilling, Mrs Chaddha lived practically right out of town they would be very late getting back. And to top it all She had already had several demanding calls from Saxena which she had chosen to ignore. Pursing her lips she stared out of the window of the taxi. Saxena was annoying to say the least, she had already told him she couldn’t meet him today but he wasn’t listening, but getting out of the contract wasn’t going to be easy there was a stiff penalty to pay and what with the children’s school fees she wouldn’t have enough to cover it, and she didn’t want Maan to pay.
As they drove further out of town into the countryside, the taxi driver asked them several times if they really knew where they were going, until Pinky blew her top at him. Finally after asking their way there they arrived at a house right out on a jagged rock at the end off very run down road. It looked like the haunted house in every horror movie Pinky and Geet had ever seen, complete with dark looming thunderclouds and grey gloom.
“You wait here, we will be about half an hour.” Pinky said to taxi driver.
“Madam you give me my money first, I don’t like the look of this place, you might never come out!”
“Here’s some, now wait and shut up with your nonsense! I will give you full amount later.” Pinky glared at him and walked off dragging Geet towards the house with her.
“I don’t like it here!” the Taxi driver shouted after her his eyes wide with fear, “I am going, forget the money, you are never going to come out of this bhoot mahal!” With that he swerved the car around and hight tailed it out of there.
They both stared at his vanishing headlights with horror, but it was too late to do anything now.
“Pinky there is no reception here!” Geet waved her phone about in the air. “How will we call another taxi? And this looks so odd are you sure Pinky this is the address?” They walked up the dirt path towards a huge wooden door.
Pinky stared at the card again and and nodded, her nose screwed up, “She must have a phone in the house, we can get her to call.” She stared at the rickety building fervently praying that Mrs Chaddha did have a phone, the place looked like it didn’t even have electricity. “I ‘m so hungry.” Her tummy made a loud rumbling noise agreeing with her.
“How can you think about food at a time like this? How are we going to get back?”
The door suddenly opened and Mrs Chaddha stood there in all her glory wearing a bright orange kaftan with large colourful chickens printed on it, fully made up and smiling. She looked very exotic.
“Welcome girls! I knew you were coming! The cards told me…..” she grabbed Geet and Pinky by the hand and pulled them into the house. As soon as they stepped in they stood shocked. The inside of the house was impeccable. Beautiful glossy wooden floors shone, broken up here and there by exquisite colourful rugs. Very expensive looking furniture dotted the sitting room. Drapes, exotic tapestries and original oil paintings adorned the wall. Everything looked as if it belonged in a magazine until clucking merrily a whole bunch of chickens came around the corner to check out the visitors.
Both girls stared at each other puzzled by them but afraid to ask, Mrs Chaddha was definitely the most eccentric lady they had come across in a long time.
“Oh don’t mind them, they are family, my guard dogs.” she waved at the chickens as they clucked happily looking unlike any guard dogs they had ever seen. “I know you girls are wondering why it looks so bad outside and inside is heaven? This house has a curse on it, as long as the outside is left derelict all is well inside. Its haunted you know! There are so many ghosts here.”
Geet rolled her eyes, Maan would have a fit if he heard that!
“Chalo you girls must be hungry, we will have some tea and then I will do a proper reading for you. I am so glad you came, I don’t often get visitors.”
“Food?” Pinky’s eyes lit up…
“Haan Pinky I have samosas, kachoris, cakes……”
Eyes bright Pinky followed Mrs Chaddha into her sitting room, Geet trailed behind reluctantly knowing Maan was surely going to kill her this time.
They didn’t see the car that had been following them, or the two men that got out and slinked around to the window looking into the house. One of them dialled his satellite phone…”Boss are we just taking pictures again? She is easy pickings.”
“Is she alone?”
“No but she is with that other girlfriend, and a funny looking aunty, but they have come right out of town, its very remote.”
“Maan Singh Khurana not with her?”
“No boss. It will be a piece of cake. Can we…can we?”
“Yes!” he made his decision although he would have liked to torture Maan more with pictures but he knew they had taken Major Saab into their confidence and surely that man would soon find the connections.
“Take her now! But be alert, with these two anything could happen.” His eyes glittered in his thin scarred face. Geet was Maan Singh Khurana’s life. And taking that life would surely hurt Maan as it had hurt him to lay there in the burning sands of the desert waiting for ever present vultures to come and devour him. How he survived was a miracle and he would use this miracle to exact his revenge.
Back in the office…..
“Maan Singh Khurana!”
“This is Saxena…I have been calling your wife all morning, she is not answering my calls.” Saxena’s tone was demanding and haughty.
Maan smiled into the phone. “So what do you want me to do about it?”
“May I remind you and her, that she is under contract to finish this job and that includes answering my calls and meeting my demands.”
His fists clenched, seriously this man really needed a lesson in manners. “And may I remind you that is my wife you are talking about not some low ranking clerk. If she chose not to answer your calls then she obviously feels there is nothing more to do at this point, and if you keep harassing my WIFE like this you will find yourself faced with me, and believe me you wouldn’t want to be landed with me!” His tone was very pleasant and deadly quiet but none the less lethal.
Saxena gulped “…err I was just joking Mr Khurana…err please do get your wife to call me when she has time.”
“Actually Saxena, find someone else to finish your job, I am pulling Geet out of your contract now.”
“You cant do that! I will sue you! Geet will never work again!”
“Are you threatening me?” Maan growled.
Saxena tried pleading, “what will I tell my backers?” Saxena’s heart bombed, he was up to his eyeballs in debt.
“That’s your problem!”
“You will pay for this Maan Singh Khurana!”
“A cheque is already on its way to you for the penalty, so yes I am paying for it, and believe you me its worth every penny so she doesn’t have to work with you or Dan.” he had made it his business this morning to read and have his lawyers see how Geet could be extracted quickly.
How did Khurana know that he was working with Dan? Damn it! It seemed Khurana knew a lot more than he had given him credit for.
“And one more thing if you EVER touch my wife again you will be more than sorry.” he slammed the phone down with a finality that left Saxena in no doubt that Maan Singh Khurana had finished with him.
Now how to tell Geet…..Maan pondered how best to tackle that problem, she wasn’t going to like it one bit that he had pulled her out like this without consulting her. She would probably get angry and throw a fit of major proportions…he smiled from ear to ear at the thought of another making up session like last night’s. His body tightened at the thought she was so incredibly beautiful when she was angry and spitting at him. He started making plans in his head on how he would play it, with that thought he picked up the buzzing line on the office phone.
“Maan Singh Khurana.”
“Arrey Maan, this is Ashok, have you sorted out the issue with the contractors on the new project?”
His brow pleated, isn’t that what Geet had said she was going to see Ashokji about?
“Err yes….Geet didn’t tell you today?”
“I haven’t seen her today.” Ashok said matter of fact. “Was she coming to see me? Have I got my dates mixed up?”
Frowning, he wondered why Geet had told him she was going there. “Oh…err…no…and yes its all in hand, don’t worry.”They talked a little more and then Ashok called off.
A black scowl clouded Maan’s face. Brain whirring, he slowly replaced the receiver. So Ashokji didn’t have a clue where Geet was…she hadn’t been there at all! Pressing another line he called for Adi to come into his office.
“What…what…?”Adi stammered as he saw Maan’s black scowl.
“Where exactly did Geet say she was going?”
“Errr Pinky said they were going to see Ashokji.”
“Well I just spoke to Ashokji and he says he hasn’t seen Geet or Pinky at all!”
Adi frowned, why would Pinky lie to him? Then he thought about their conversation and realisation dawned. “I think Ma…Maan sir they may have gone to see that Mrs Chaddha, Pinky was saying Geet wanted to pursue that angle as at the moment we don’t have a clue about all this going on.”
A loud hiss broke from Maan.“Damn it! I told her not to do that! Especially with someone following her they could easily get into difficulty. Where does this Mrs Chaddha live?”
Adi was already pulling out his wallet and rifling inside for Mrs Chadhha’s card, finding it he passed it to Maan.
“This is miles away!” A frown lit his face, he calculated the distance. It was going to get dark soon. With a muttered curse Maan grabbed his phone and ran out of the office Adi following close behind.
Geet tapped impatiently on the wooden floor as the sound of thunder and rain clattered against the windows. The chickens clucked around happily pecking here and there, other sounds were coming from all over the house that she wondered about but didn’t dare ask about especially after Mrs Chaddha had mentioned ghosts. She was sure she could here doors opening and people walking. Glaring at Pinky she mouthed hurry up, but Pinky was too busy stuffing her face with kachoris and ignored her. Mrs Chaddha just wouldn’t be hurried. After more than a full hour of chatting and eating, she relented, finally deciding that it was time to look into her to herself and read the cards. She took them to a special room, it was dark, only candlelight flickered eerily. She placed the cards in front of her and started to turn them over slowly. As instructed Geet sat holding hands with Pinky.
“Ummm…”.Her face set in concentration.
“What?” Geet asked tentatively.
Mrs Chaddha swayed moaned and groaned theatrically finally going into a trance. They both stared at her in awe, painted on her eye lids were two eyes so it looked as if she was looking at them directly even though she wasn’t, it was very unnerving.
Pinky squeezed Geet’s hand in fright.
“They come!”She shrieked suddenly.
“THEY COMEEEEEEEEEEEE! Dangerrrrrrrrr!” her scream echoed through the house seeming to multiply in volume as it travelled up. Upstairs the two men stood still as they heard the scream. How did she know they had come?
By the time Adi and Maan got there it was getting dark, the wind had picked up and ominous thunder clouds had started to splatter fat raindrops on the car. Soon there would be a deluge.
“Are you sure this is it?” Maan growled, the place looked derelict house. “It doesn’t look habitable! Where does Geet find all these mad people?”
“Err actually we stopped her and then Mrs Chaddha found us…” he stopped his lame explanation at Maan’s black look.
Inside the house, Mrs Chaddha’s eyes opened suddenly, they looked wild. She jumped up from her chair and ran to the door of the room.
“I CAN SEE YOU!” She screamed into the house, scaring the wits out of Pinky and Geet.
“W..Who can you see?” Pinky stared at Mrs Chaddha. Both Geet and her stood and crept up behind Mrs Chaddha to get a better look.
Mrs Chaddha opened a cupboard and pulled out a broom and waved it in the air.
“Come down you cowards! GIRLS WE ARE UNDER ATTACK!” Mrs Chaddha shouted, the clucking got louder and chickens waddled in.
The two men walked down the stairs with menacing looking guns to see the mad aunty in her chicken dress standing in front of Geet and Pinky waving the broom with chickens clucking madly all around them.
“ATTACK GIRLS!” She pointed her broom to the men. Pinky and Geet’s mouth dropped open in shock at seeing the men and double shock to see the chickens gathering together for an attack.
Looking at each other the men burst out laughing! “Boss did say be alert anything could happen! Hahahahah! But even boss will never believe this!”