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Illusions 2

Posted on by Pamendra Verma

Continued from last …

 So in the silence of this night, Inspector Khayyam Ali on his Bullet bike… Who is Inspector Khayyam, hey!  He is the Senior Inspector of Police Control Room at Chitalnagar, 6 feet hight, heavily caked with thick and long mustache, Wrestler like body, age about 29 years, color blonde.

 The glare of the Indian police usually cast a shadow on his face, but today he was nervous and irritable, looking around and cursing himself, riding the bike at a speed of about 25-30.

A former sergeant Bantu (who was a dark-skinned, fly-mustached) was also seated on the back seat of Khayyam’s bike.

 Bantu was a lean, dark, 5-foot-4-inch person.  His face was telling that he looked much quieter and relaxed than his driver.

 Bantu carried a heavy bag in his lap.

…So!  What was in that big bag.

Suddenly Khayyam slowed down the bike speed

 “Saabji! Do we reach near bungalow “

Bantu asked in a slightly sharper voice.

 “Abe , speak slowly! That’s why I sloweddown the bike ass”

 Khayyam growled.

The Bungalow

 Khayyam stopped the bike on the other side of the road near a bunglow.  Standing the bike on the side stand, he himself landed from the handle end.

He got down and held the sack from one end , than gestured Bantu to  get off. Bantu got off the bike and grabbed the sack from the other end and than they both took hold of both the ends of the sack and walked away.

Khayyam’s face became a bit distorted by seeing the sack.  He muttered, “Fuckin ‘for this day, I did a police job.”

 “Come on Saab ji, walk silently,blood burns with cursing”

 Bantu said as smiling.

The sack smelled very dirty which could be clearly seen on Khayyam’s face.

Mystery Sack

 Both of them lifted the sack and walked alongside the wall of the bunglow.  On reaching a place, Bantu bowed to Khayyam by turning his face to one side and pointing his eyes.

 From inside, Khayyam got so angry that if there was any other occasion, he would have given Bantu two slaps only for that gesture, but he shook his head slightly, seeing the gravity of the situation.

            Both of them picked up the sack and threw it inside the wall of the bungalow .  The sound of a dog barking came from inside; And both of them came towards the motorcycle almost running then sat on it and travel away .

The bikers

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Illusions

Posted on by Pamendra Verma

The night was getting darker, the roads in the hill town of Sheetalnagar had become almost deserted. This was 9:30 in the night, the wind was blowing faster than daily.

Nights

It was autumn and the dry leaves on the streets were doing hither and thither as if they were saying, brother!  We are the kings here.

Sheetalnagar…. situated on the banks of the cold-water Sheetala River, Sheetalnagar was a small town of about 20 km by area with a population of about 1 lakhs but developed a lot due to the nearby river and a huge dam.  And was among the well developed cities.

 There were also bungalows and apple orchards of selected industrialists and rich people from all over India.

There were also four good English convent schools and two standard universities.

 Overall, this was a fairly advanced, cleaned and elite city according to Indian standards.

But just as the moon is also stained and snakes are wrapped on the sandalwood tree, the same kind of crime and criminals used to develop in this city too.  But……

But it is good… Sometimes it is good to have something bad.  Heroes are born only when there is a villain or, say, a strong many villains.

 ……Ongoing 

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