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Mayank was driving his car, listening to soft hum of some random soft music, the boy is so use to to the unexpected turns in his life that he likes them as well,
He was returning to his home after buying some essentials, some of the things in the quantity of two, because he definitely doesn't have the capacity to handle the annoying and dramatic whine of his nautanki painguest, (yes, PAINGUEST), who was going to shift in his lifeless home today,
He turned the steering wheel towards the direction of the parking area, only to tsk in irritation as Mr Puri had again parked his car in his space, well the oldie grumpy man is the reason why mayank's poor car has to spend most of it's time by being parked in the dusted place instead of roaming around with his owner, 𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒅𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒐 𝒌𝒚𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒖𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊 𝒓𝒆𝒉𝒕𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊 , 𝒍𝒂𝒌𝒅𝒊 𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒏𝒆 𝒌𝒊 𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒌𝒂𝒓 𝒈𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊, well that's not our innocent mayank's thought, they are the golden words of his car,
Mayank's attention was grabbed by some noises of the people outside the building, he could hear some high quality of ma behen ki gaaliya[ Curse Words ] and some sounds of hitting someone, he followed the direction,
A frown stretched on his face when he saw Mr Ahuja , secretary of the society standing there with his beloved rule book, Mr Bakshi standing besides him with an hockey stick, the two bulky watchman were also surrounding the place, some ladies were present as well, gossiping about the scene in murmurs,
"𝘛𝘦𝘳𝘪 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪 𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘪 𝘱𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘯𝘦 𝘬𝘪 ?[𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦 ? ] " Mr bakshi screamed, holding the collar of an young boy , who was sweating due to fear,
"𝘚𝘪𝘳, 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘰, 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘫𝘪 𝘱𝘢𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯, 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘬𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘩𝘪 𝘯𝘢𝘩𝘪 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘢, 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘫𝘢𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘬𝘦 𝘬𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘯𝘢𝘩𝘪 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘢. [𝘚𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦, 𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 ] " The boy pleaded, trying to remove the strong grip from himself, which cost him an powerful punch, causing him to fall on the ground,
Mayank who was trying to see the scene going on by narrowing his eyes finally caught an end of the thread of mystery, the realization hits him, his eyes widen when he heard the conversation, no, it can't be him, but he definitely cannot misunderstood that voice which he is finding annoying since a few days, that candid and honey coated voice is something he had heard from one person only,
He rushed towards the crowd, asiding some people to came in front, he saw abhishek lying on the ground, Mr bakshi killing him through his eyes, while Mrs bakshi trying to stop his retired army officer husband,
Before Mayank could get into the situation, Mr bakshi lifted his hockey stick, ready to hit Abhishek's cute face,
Mayank worked on his immediate instinct, coming between the Hunter lion and the innocent deer, trying to be an negotiator,
"𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘫𝘪, 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘫𝘢 𝘵𝘶, 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘯𝘢 𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘩 𝘣𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘩𝘪 𝘱𝘢𝘥𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘩𝘪𝘺𝘦, [𝘚𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘬, 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱 𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 ] " Mr bakshi warned in an stern voice, imaginary flames already coming out from his head,
