M4 - Mera Mafia Mera Mahiya

Part 27

Hi friends!
Ramadan Kareem!
After a long hiatus, I am finally updating the next chapter of M4. Also, I think this mafia tale has reached its end. In another chapter or so I will wind up Mera Mafia Mera Mahiya.

Arnav POV

Dealing with Advay Mallik felt like an exhausting task. Unfortunately when it was time for me to put a bullet between his eyes Khushi came inside the warehouse with our food. The aroma of Chole Bhature tantalized my senses. I could taste it on my palette. Naturally, I took the easy way out and stabbed Advay with a nearby axe. I wanted to see if the violence disturbed my wife. However, Khushi chose to surprise me again. Instead of shivering due to the bloody sight my woman shook her head and dunked her Bhatura in the Chole container. Rolling my eyes at her eagerness to relish the greasy meal I dropped the axe and chose to join her. But not before instructing my men about Advay's disposal.

I sat beside my wife who was busy munching the delicious street food as if it were the last meal of her life. Well, I cannot deny the fact that the Chole Bhaturas in front of me is worth the effort. Rubbing my hands in anticipation I too started gobbling the food that ignited my taste buds. Hmmm. Wow. After the tiring day that we had, I believe both of us deserve the warm comfort of Chole Bhatura.

"Kitma Swaisht Khaama Hai Arnabji. Haima?"
(Thif dif is tasty Arnanji. Ripe?)

"First, chew properly Khushi. I cannot understand a word of yours."

She turned sideways to face me with a full mouth. Her innocent doe eyes tried to swallow me. But resisting the urge I leaned forward and kissed her cheek loudly. The sudden proximity turned her pink. Khushi quickly chewed and swallowed her bite. Then looking everywhere but my side she stated again.

"Humne kaha kitna swadisht khana hai Arnavji."
(I said this dish is tasty Arnavji).

Smirking at her shyness I glued myself to her side. Our shoulders and thighs greeted each other. She shivered not expecting my sudden move. I whispered in my famous husky tone. Yes, the one that melted my wife like butter on hot pancakes.

"Hmmm, kuch cheezein ka zaika hi alag hota hai. You keep craving it more."
(Hmmm certain things are mouth-watering).

"Hawww!!! Kidnapping location pe bhala kaun flirt karta hai?"
(Hawww!!! Who flirts at the kidnapping location?)

"Jis mafia ki biwi 6 ghanton se gayab ho uska to right banta hai. It is the law of the Mafia universe."
(I have the right since my wife had been missing for almost 6 hours).

I explained. My voice turned from soft to an emotionless cold one. Khushi detected the change in my tone immediately. I dropped the bite in my hand and cupped my wife's cheek. What if I had lost her? What if she was hurt because of that Advay? What if...The questions messed up my mind. Khushi must have sensed my emotions because the next moment I found myself in her embrace. Soft arms caressed my back. Her touch warmed me instantly.

"Hum Mafia queen hai. The ASR ki wife. Humaare koi kuch nai bigaad skta."
(I am the Mafia queen. Wife of the ASR. No one can touch a hair on my head).

The pride and confidence in her words made me chuckle. Indeed. She is KSR. My other half. None has to power to destroy her. Not when I shadow her in every step of her life. Rubbing her back once more I reluctantly let her go. I can see the tiredness on Khushi's face. She needs to eat and rest. Pointing towards our meal I ordered her to finish the food. She obliged immediately. And I followed. From the corner of my eye I noticed Chudail Gupta eying our meal with a famished look on her dull face. With a sigh of displeasure, I picked up the extra pack of Chole Bhature and sauntered in Payal's direction. Her eyes widened in disbelief. Placing the packet next to her shook my head at her pathetic self.