CHAPTER 1
IMPOTENT
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The car stopped with a jerk in the middle of a road surrounded with nothing but jungle. A phone slipped out of a suit-clad man's hand in the backseat because of the sudden halt.
Enraged by the interruption while writing an important email, his fiery eyes shot up from his fallen phone to the rear-view mirror to meet the terrified ones of the driver. Chill ran down the driver's spine as he sensed anger radiating from his boss' eyes.
Another man in a formal suit, contrasting to the Indo-western suit worn by the former, was also in the backseat. Sensing the tension building in the car, the latter questioned the driver rather calmly, "What happened?"
"Sir, I think..." the driver paused to gulp down his fear, "I think I ran over someone."
The former muttered a curse under his breath in anger and turned around to find the road behind them empty, while his companion quickly dialed a number.
"Where are you?" The latter questioned on the phone.
"Sir, we are stuck in the traffic," came the reply from the other end.
He disconnected the call and ordered the driver to go out and check.
Initially, the driver was reluctant but later he obliged due to the fear of facing the wrath of the boss he had angered because of two reasons; one being the harsh break and the other that he hadn't noticed the passer-by and might have injured him severely.
With shaky limbs, he stepped down from the car and sat in front of the unconscious man to check. However, before he could do anything, the unconscious man's eyes opened and made him unconscious by covering his mouth with a handkerchief. Then four more men jumped out of the bushes and surrounded the car.
"Local goons. They don't have any guns or rifles," the one in the Indo-western attire identified by the swords, axes, knives and other sharp weapons ready in the goons' hands.
"Come out!" yelled one of the goons.
The two men obliged and got down from the car.
Two goons had their weapons pointed towards the duo, while the other three started searching the car.
"Where are the diamonds?" Asked a goon.
"We don't have any," answered the calmer one of the duo after sharing a knowing look with his companion.
"Don't lie! You are a diamantaire, of course you have diamonds," the goon argued.
As the calmer one kept the goons busy in argument, the other one stealthily reached the hidden pocket on the back of his suit. "Don't know about diamonds, but I definitely have something else for you..."
Nevertheless, before he could take any action, they heard a scream. They turned around to find the goons, who were scrutinizing the car, fallen on the road and screaming in pain. Taking the chance, the hostage duo kicked the goons from behind, making them fall on the road on their faces.
Before they could take their guns out, all the goons were yelping in pain, covering their eyes with their hands.
Assuming that someone had come to their rescue, they let out a sigh of relief. Aiming for the nearest goon's head, the calmer one called someone while the other's eyes fell on something unusual.
There was a girl by their car. She was a fair girl of medium-height and long wavy hair. Her body, from shoulders to knees, was covered with a wide worn-out shawl which she struggled to keep in place with one hand as her other hand held a small spray bottle.
She was trying to fix her flying hair with the hand which was already holding the spray bottle, unaware of a pair of eyes observing her. When a goon tried to stand up, she kicked the goon very hard where the sun doesn't shine, making him yelp even more loudly. Unfortunately, due to her swift action, her shawl had fallen down and her hidden attire was out in the open.
She hastily picked it up and covered her short ghagra, which was just millimetres below her knees, and really small choli, which hardly covered half of her upper body, with a deep neck, which easily gave a peek of her cleavage.
The calmer one asked the other, after hanging up the call, "Arjun, are you okay?"
That's when she noticed the pair of eyes observing her till now and she immediately regained her composure.
"What will happen to him? If I wasn't here, then something must have happened," the girl taunted referring to the man who was addressed as Arjun.
"How dare you talk like that?" The calmer one started to defend, "You can't talk to Yuvraj..."
The girl cut in between and scoffed, mocking a laugh, "Yuvraj? Really? I have always known that royalties were given special training for personal safety," she stopped when the calmer guy's phone rang.
"These stupid bodyguards!" He was infuriated seeing the caller ID.
"Oh right!" She mocked again, "Why would this Yuvraj need to protect himself when he has a horde of bodyguards following him everywhere, isn't it? What sort of a Yuvraj is he?"
She picked up her fallen handbag from the ground and walked away, not before expressing her final opinion, "I wonder how he would save his estate when he couldn't save himself from these local goons. Bloody impotent!"
The calmer guy was shocked at the unknown gutsy girl's statements. He knew for a fact that his companion, namely Yuvraj Arjun, she had taunted must have gone berserk by now because no one dared to talk to him like that. As speculated, he found Arjun's eyes burning with rage, fingers curled into a fist and teeth clenched.
"Praneet, follow her!" that's all Arjun said as he watched the girl disappear into the dark road.
"But..." The calmer guy, namely Praneet, wanted to disagree but was immediately cut off by the screeching of two cars.
"I want all her details," Arjun asserted before turning to the bodyguards who had just arrived.
Nodding, Praneet took one of the cars and drove in the direction the girl disappeared while Arjun sat in one of the other cars and waited for the bodyguards to pick up the unconscious driver and get into the cars as well.
Arjun might not have said anything at that moment but a fire was ignited inside him and the adjectives she had used for him was replaying on a loop in his mind.
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▪ REPUBLISHED ON 29th Aug'19 ▪
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