the StoRy that you have made...

I'm not what you think...

SPRUHA MEHLIR: #1

I adjusted the Nano-earpiece in my right ear. It's kind of tough to focus on a particular deep-pitched voice while fifty backdrop voices are competing to grab your undivided attention. And it's not at all an easy task to pretend to be staring at my laptop's screen while I'm covertly searching for my target and subject among these 200 corrupted, double-faced, conceited, fake-smiling elites aka money bags for tomorrow's article. Okay, no need to get stressed.

All these deep pockets from within the country and across the world have gathered here, at Taj Falaknuma palace from 2 hours ago to grace the retired CEO of Badam Motors with their presence at his retirement party.

I am seated at the last of the tables allotted for media staff and magazine reporters. If one may start wondering, 'why am I not at the centre of the hall stalking a business tycoon's watch or clicking shots of the famous actresses here or cherishing my existence at this edifice which would be 'once in a lifetime kind of experience?' Because I was not even invited, rusted brains. Okay, it wasn't your fault for not being able to guess, so don't whack your big heads. Journalists have never been invited to such parties because they don't write up 'fancy' articles about the leather belt Mr Badam was wearing tonight which costs a big sum according to the gossip I have heard or about Anna Jain's overly braided hairstyle that took three hours to style. She's the city mayor's exotic daughter. Whoops. Yeah, these people are crazy and we all are workless enough to entertain their crazy antics.

The extravagantly decorated and overly lit main hall of the palace was damn diverting my concentration. These shimmering huge lights have brought every little, aww-able detail and sculpting under the spotlight but they were unable to disclose the dirty deeds of these deep-pocketed social animals.

"Incoming." The voice of my comrade, Rocky, who was currently at my 3'oclock trying to pretend like he's flirting with the girl standing closely beside him echoed through the earpiece. That was the very same girl who approached him to enquire about the loss of buttons on his tux coat. Yeah, that was epic.

"Copied," I replied very slyly because any slight suspicion that we are not some magazine reporters who've got blinded by these materialistic resources but journalists on a secret mission, would suffice to get us legally sued. Period. "Hen spotted. 10 o'clock. Table 15." I whisked my head towards my left where a well-built-suited man was interacting with a group of sponsorship company owners of the country. Maybe, that's our guy. "Rocky, description." I hissed after waiting for a moment. He was too occupied for someone who had been pretending to flirt. "Grey and...pink." Woah, pink? Well, that was...a bit off. Almost every man in this hall, be it fat or bald was covered in Grey but a little pink stood out. He's got it all, dude. I chuckled at the notion. I scanned the entire area between him and me and there were at least 50 heads in my way to reach anywhere closer to him. Now, let's count in the hot guys, I meant the bodyguards.

Let's get to the statistics, 50 heads in between, four bodyguards on his periphery, and three more at his heels. It would take a least 5 minutes to reach the counter behind him and start tagging behind him for collecting the proof I'm here for without raising any suspicions.

The floor above this has rooms allotted for their nights. If people may start getting too much interested and invested in each other, they may have to get a room for crumpling each other's clothes. Uff, you know those verbs, right? Right now, my subject is moving more to the left and left. Oh no, he's heading towards the staircase. Woah, he's got the speed. Anna was following him close enough to hint at all those who were watching them. They are caught. "Heading towards 12 o'clock," I noted Rocky of the fact so we can make the move before losing them.

"Roger that." He replied.

"Cat mode, Rocky. Cover-up?"

"In five."