M4 - Mera Mafia Mera Mahiya

Part 25

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Khushi POV

An hour later I found myself sipping a piping cup of hot coffee in the company of the mafia leader Advay Mallik. The smell of coffee pervaded the air as the two of us sat in his office. This gangster seemed to be intrigued by my personality. Well, who won't? But he is not aware of the fact that I am Mrs. ASR. Inko to abhi bhi lgta hai ki Arnavji ne Chudail Gupta se shaadi kr rakhi hai. I smirked internally at the thought. Her wailing continued in the background. Advay Mallik grinned listening to her cries. His next words made me purse my lips as I tried to control my laughter.
(Oh man, this guy still believes that  Witch Gupta married Arnavji).

"Ye ASR ne badi hi weird ladki se shaadi ki hai. I mean she is a little..."
(The ASR married a weirdo it seems).

"Psycho na? I know. Bahut chillati hain. But aapko inke baare mein pta kaise chala? Is not their marriage a secret in the mafia world?"
(A psycho? I know. She is a screamer. But how did you know about them?)

Blinking his eyes he sipped his beverage and then stood up with a look of arrogance and humor. I keenly observed his every move. After all, I need to plan my escape sometime soon. Skirting around his office desk he leaned against the wall behind me. With his hands in his pocket, the man answered me.

"Secret tha, kid. But my spies are everywhere. A little birdie told me that ASR ill-treated Shashi Gupta at ARD. He addressed Shashi as 'Sasurji'. So my sources looked around for Gupta's daughter. And the rest is history."

Bobbing my head I acknowledged his words. Devi Maiyya ab samaj aaya ye sab raita phaila kaise! Humare mafiaji ne khud hi bhaanda phoda hai. Hmmm. Mallik's informers did a fine job. It is not their fault because Dad never told anyone about his other adopted child. For the world, Payal is his only daughter. I was always away. Boarding school, Buaji's house, College, or Lavanya's place. I was everywhere but home. Until I met the love of my life. I stopped my musings when Advay Mallik advanced in my direction with a cheerful expression.
(Oh DM, now everything makes sense. My mafiaji revealed the secret of his overconfidence).

"Your plans are so exciting. What's next? Mrs. Raizada's bashing video must have crashed ASRs ego. Share some more of those innovative ideas."

Lo?! Hum koi idea ki dukaan hai? Ye wale gangster kuch ajeeb hi hai. Par ek baat hai. Dimag ki kadar inhe jaise logon ko hoti. Look at my college professor. She loves taunting me. Just because I like to talk with my best friend La. Finishing my cup of coffee I rubbed my hands in glee. Well if he is all ears then I can do something about it.
(What?! Am I Wikipedia? This gangster is strange. But it's people like him who are good judges of characters).

"Humein lgta hai aapko ASR ko yahan bula lena chahiye."
(I think you should invite ASR here).

The man's smile vanished in thin air as his mind registered my words. I gulped. Oopsie. Come on Khushi Singh Raizada there is no time. Make up some convincing story. Something sadist that he will appreciate. Mr. Mallik liked my idea of bashing Chudail. This means that.... of course. Now I know what to say. Before I could open my mouth he muttered in disbelief.

"What do you mean kid?"

"Uhh. Look Advayji sending a video is one thing. But just imagine the ASR pleading and weeping in front of your eyes. A scenario where Chudail is almost on the verge of death."

My words finally made the needed impact. His eyes glimmered in fascination. The gangster was lost in an imaginary world where the
egoistic, ruthless ASR, would transform into a begging cry-baby Raizada. A live torturous moment. Ab isko convince krne ke liye humein itni khichdi banani pdh rhi hai. However, I have to keep myself safe. Which means involving any and every stupid technique under the sun to fool these idiots. Suddenly the man returned to his chair and twirled like a ballet dancer as if I just offered him a bar of milk chocolate with lots of choco-chips. For a second he looked like my husband. There was a slight resemblance. Woahhh. What am I thinking? Maybe I am missing my mafiaji a little too much. My thoughts came to a halt hearing his voice.
(Now I have to cook up stories to convince this idiot).