The Adventures of a Dumb Detective and his Wily Mate.

Untitled Part 12

Chapter 12

Rudra

Ani was sitting on my lap. My heart was pounding, my mouth was dry. My head pained horribly.

He was saying 'don't go, Rudra dada, don't leave me alone here.' He was crying. His broken sobs were reverberating through my body.

He hugged me and his chest pressed against my body. He tightened his hold over me and kissed me on my lips. His soft lips pressed into mine and I drew him further into me. Our tongues touched and an electric current ran through me. My body throbbed with need.

He pressed harder into me and pushed me down. He rode on my body and we moved in unison, faster and faster. His warmth wrapped me up and clenched me tightly. I groaned and stared up at his face. He was looking down at me and smiling.

But this wasn't my Ani! Who was this man? Agniva? I jerked and pushed him away but he wrapped his hands around my neck. Tighter and tighter, he squeezed. He was laughing, half of his face was chalky white with tiny cracks all over. His tears were dripping into my upturned face.

He was still riding me, grinding into me but his stranglehold didn't loosen. I couldn't breathe. I'll die now.

Rudra opened his eyes and moved his face away from his pillow. He sat up and clutched his throbbing head. But there was no pain there. It wasn't real. He touched his throat. He wasn't choking. It was all a dream.

He drew in a deep breath. His heart was pounding. He didn't need to touch his erection to know what a mess he'd made down there.

He got up and stripped. Wiped himself and wore a fresh pair. He walked into the bathroom and looked at his reflection.

Disgust at himself couldn't allow him to look into his eyes and but he forced himself.

'How could you replace his image? How could you sully his innocent memory with those dirty thoughts?' He asked those wild eyes looking back at him.

"You left him in that house, where he was raped and tortured. You left him alone after promising to keep him safe. And now, you've bloody replaced his memory with that stupid, entitled idiot. Horny bastard, you've sunk to rock bottom now. You can't sink any lower." He screamed at himself rather uselessly and stood clutching the sink.

'My mind's a gutter. And my randy body follows suit.'

He heaved a breath and looked away. He couldn't stand the sight any more. He took a bath but no amount of water could wash away the taint on his soul.

When he went downstairs for breakfast, his middle brother, Rajat was just finishing.

He said, 'Chotu, I need help with a client of mine.'

Rudra gave him an enquiring look and he said, 'He's passed away and left a sizable portion of his estate to his mistress. He'd built a house for her in Boubazaar but apparently the woman sold off the place the moment the old man popped off and now seems to have disappeared off the face of the earth. His only son is a tightlipped upright sort of fellow and seems to be determined to handover her inheritance to her.

'So, what do you want me to do?' Rudra said rather unnecessarily .

He said, 'find her for me. It's a simple enough thing.'

'Go tell your assistant to do it. Why do you need me?'

'I would have asked Bivash, but he's very busy right now, he's sitting for his finals this year, remember? I don't want to trouble him.'

Rudra said, 'Hm, but you'll trouble me instead. I can't, I have a case.'

'That's great news, but come on! This'll hardly take you a day!'