Continued from illusion2……
“Let’s go ! Work done” Bantu said taking a sigh of relief.
“You…! Your mother’s….. What is complete, Fuckin! we are running away as if stealing.”
Turning back after a while, he said again, “Your boss has kept me oblivious, Fuckin don’t know what type of revenge he is taking . The work which has no meaning, the work which has nothing to do, Fuckin.. without meaning has kept the curd of my mind,… I do not know what he wants .. ”Khyyam was in full of anger and nettle.
“My dear sirrr..! After all, you would have known what Shyam Sir wanted, you would not have been in his place today??.” Bantu muttered softly.
“What..What did you say..Bastered Bantu! What do you mean. Raskel .. I am a senior inspector in police, and he is only a private detective … I am … I have a good respectable government job … and he has no whereabouts.” .. understood! Think twice before speaking “
Khayyam said in anger as being red.
“Khi khi ..” Bantu barely stopped laughing, “Saab ji, I was only talking about the mind position”
“I will fix the position in you, if not silenced” Khaiyam roared.
“Ok saabji, silence” Bantu said.
Bantu and Khayyam poked around ten such sacks and put them in the bungalows of the eminent people of that posh colony “Golden Nagar” in Sheetalnagar.
The “Golden Nagar” was a colony of wealthy people, famous people of the city according to its name. In the hilly areas, the plains are rarely; And on a similar 10 acres of land there were 25 bungalows of 100 by 100 sq ft, a club cum hotel, an indoor stadium and a park. And the place fell short otherwise the golf course would have been built.
Although there was already a golf course in the city but But as you know that the hunger of rich people does not disappear easily, so efforts were made to grab the land of the nearby government park too for the other golf course, Because of this, this colony was not only the “hot favorite” of the rich in Sheetalnagar but also in the whole country.
As soon as the “work” was completed, Bantu called up, “Shyam sir! Work is done. What next”.
“What next! Lick my..” came a voice from the other side.
Bantu disconnected the phone and looked at Khyyam with fear that he had not heard it. For the first time, a smile wavered on Khayyam’s face. He may have heard what was said on the phone from that side.
“There should be such a boss for you.” Well done.
Bantu turned his face and said, “Saabji, leave me home.”
“Abe! Home, will I leave you to the god. You say it right.” After the phone, the mood of Khayyam had changed.
Bantu lived with Shyam, his personal cum technical assistant, domestic chef cum servant, etc., helpful in all ways.
Shyam’s house was in a relatively lower posh colony or, say, an upper middle class colony, about 3 km from Golden Nagar.
Named “Manas Vihar”, this colony was like a mountainous area with high houses and roads. Although the roads were certainly wide, the richness of Golden Nagar was not reflected in them.
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