The lady Don

It was dark at night, and the roads were dead silent. A woman walked the roads in peace. Then some drunk boys came on bikes and were very harassing her, but she was none other than Vanaya, the lady gangster of the underworld. She was known not just in one country but as an international criminal, but no one knew that a woman who does a 9-5 job can be a don; no one knew who she was, how she looked, what her gender was, or where she was. All they knew was that she was the worst the world had seen.

Vanaya, the daughter of nobody, was her identity because she did not know from where she had come. She was found on the doorsteps of a mandir by Lalaji, a don of his time. He gave her to the widow shelter, where all the women deprived of their kids were able to have a daughter. The women there divided her duties: one widow made her hair, another took her to the mandir, another took care of her studies, and one fed her.

Vanaya had a bright childhood and was able to pass her BBA and MBA. Later, she started a job as an intern and gave all her salary to her many mothers. She thought of herself as lucky because she was left by one mother and had found so many to substitute for her. Her internship was filled with a lot of stress and tension because her superiors harassed her every day with extra work, but due to her efficiency, she was capable of completing the work within the working hours, and they were all pissed off with her because she was more than capable, and they thought that she would be offered a higher position than them in her first job.

Nobody knew what Vanaya had become except the few whom she used to handle her underworld, who were Rana, her bodyguard, who had a web of spies. Lalaji had died, so his important people knew whom to find when such things happened, so Lalaji was the one who made her what she had become: a ruthless criminal and a self-willed and sufficient woman. She fed more families than before, and she was proud of it.

The other person who knew this was Lalaji's son and the home ministry's candidate; he gave his full support to her and was glad to be her backbone whenever she needed it, and Vanaya gave him her full support during the elections. He was eventually selected for the post of home minister, and he got married to a young aspiring actress-businesswoman and led a happy life. They only contacted each other when needed, not regularly.

Vanaya still lived with her mother in the widow shelter, and they were planning to get her married at the age of 23. She did not like the idea but could not refuse it. Every time a guy would come to see her, she would shoo him off with treats or some crap. Once they were contacted by a rich and powerful family for marriage with their daughter, once again a guy named Ashu Raichand came to see her, and she was none other than the company's boss where she was working; she had never seen him, and neither had Ashu seen her. They met, talked, and Ashu told her that he did not want to get married to anyone. Vanaya was glad to hear that but did not show any expressions. Ashu asked her to refuse him and tell her family whatever crap she wanted, and he would do likewise. Things went as planned, and they were both happy on the inside. Vanaya had refused yet another groom. Rana also wished that she could get married; he was like a father figure to her. Rana never married and had no one in this world who would cry after his death except Vanaya.

A few days later, when Vanaya had completed the internship, the fear of others came true, and she was given the post of assistant to the R&D department head. Her salary had increased, and so had her floor number, closer to the CEO. When she attended the next meeting with the R&D department, she met with Ashu, and they were both quite surprised to see each other. After the meeting, Ashu asked her for the minutes of the meeting, which meant she had to stay back and give them to him. When everyone had left, Ashu and Vanaya talked a bit about this awkward meeting of theirs. Vanaya said, Just ignore me, okay, it should not bother either one of us, and left after giving the minutes.

Ashu too did not want to make a fuss out of it, so he ignored what she had asked for. While this all happened, the underworld was thriving for its existence as the Interpol, FBI, CBI, and agencies like RAW were behind them. They killed whoever was found and never felt mercy. The CBI finally had leads about this mysterious king of the underworld, who was in Mumbai and was about to release a large mass of drugs into the market, which would make it cheap and easily accessible if they found one seller and two new sellers would step in.