Skin & Blister

22

"It's the right time." Anwar said.

"Okay." I said and called Papa on a phone call.

We were in Anwar's arsenal with Maa still with us. We had bound her in a chair with ropes. She was making pathetic attempts to get out of the chair. 

"Hello? Ira ? I am sorry beta. Please don't do anything to your Maa." Papa started beseeching.

"Umm, I should tell you that you aren't talking to the old Ira." I said.

"Why?"

"Because she's lifeless now," I said. "Whatever. To get your wife back, you'll have to surrender to the police. I'm being pretty direct and so should you be."

"Ira? No beta we are your parents. Although we aren't your real parents but we love you a lot." Papa spoke.

"Hmm , right, the only reason why you got money for feeding me and then you love me and you kidnapped me. Soon you will bump me off for the reason that you love me. Thank you for telling me what this word 'love' means. " I said with pure hatred for both the couples.

"We are sorry. Please forgive us. Please."

"You know don't ask for apologies. I won't be able to forgive you both for what you did and what you were going to do. And please don't expect that I'll let you go with a 5-letters word 'sorry'. We are calling the police, surrender soon or else I will slaughter Maa and say a 'sorry' to you. I am positive about this. I can do anything now." I said with anger running in all my veins.

"I'm home." Papa said. Most probably he was howling.

"Good. We'll be there soon. Don't try escaping. We have the information of everything." I said and hung up the phone.

I, Anwar, Ayaan and some men of Anwar got into the car. We had left Neil with Zain in the hospital. Anwar called the police and told them to come over at the Mishra Mansion. He gave them the address and then hung up the phone call. We had Maa too in the another car. We drove to the house. We knew that we had enough proves and nothing will be taken as an allege, which is truly sufficient.

...

The police was already there when we reached.

"Good Evening, Mr. Ahmed." One of the cops said.

"Evening." Anwar replied. "Riyaaz Khan's one of the most reliable people is inside this house. You need to get him. He's here to surrender and we have his wife too. She is as well involved in all this."

The inspector nodded.

"Who's Riyaaz Khan?" I asked to Ayaan in an undertone.

"Okay, I'll explain," said Ayaan, "so your super fake parents took care of you because they got money from this Riyaaz, who's was a great rival of us. After you were taken away from them, he started intimidating them. Two years ago, he died because of some natural cause. His gang eventually collapsed.

"Now your Maa and Papa were independent. They wanted all the property just for themselves so they wanted you to sign the property papers. For some reason they wanted to take revenge, so they planned to assassinate you after getting your signature done. And rest you know well."

I nodded.

"They aren't mafia. They are just a mafia's people who's now dead. " Ayaan said.

"Ohh so I was scared of them?" I said.

"Seems not so."

"Ouch. It hurts. I was scared." I said and Ayaan laughed.

The female cops had already taken Maa in the cruiser. They had heard that recording from my last visit to Mishra Mansion. Maa was being aggressively violent. Crap.

We were instructed to stay out of the house and we , like obedient infants of 5-years ,did as told.

After waiting for hardly 10 minutes the police returned with Papa. Papa had handcuffs in his hands. I felt terrible for some reason but then again a thought of Zain struck my mind. I rapidly became heated.

"You want to talk to him?" Anwar asked to me.

"I don't even want to look at him."