How Not to Kidnap a Guy

3. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙣: 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘐

Harsh

When Sharav told me that he didn't know which bus Naga boarded in, I instantly regretted telling him that I'd help him. Even though I knew that he was a dimwit from the start, this guy is more of a dumbass than I had estimated.

I was terrified of him for real when he pulled me into the bus stand's alleyway. But he turned less and less fearsome as we talked. I mean, as he got flogged by his bosses over the phone.

From that point, the most I had expected from him was to notice what bus Naga boarded. Alas, he didn't know that too. He had one job. And he fucked it up successfully. What a way to go.

But I have given my word to him already, so I guess I'll have to bear with him for quite a while. To be honest, I'm not that much of a good person. I first thought of just taking the gun (which turned out to be fake) and getting outta the car. But the way he was all helpless felt way too difficult to ignore him. When I pressed him enough, I realized that he was terrified. So I felt the need to do something about it. I mean, with or without his intention, he has saved me from getting chopped into a hundred pieces and becoming dog food. So morally speaking, I must help him as well.

Moreover, I can't let this opportunity slip away, I can gain a lot of insights into the mafia fools' world this way. This world, which only existed in other people's accounts and fiction for me, was now a world that I partly lived in. This is more information about the underworld than I would have ever wanted.

Lastly, I ran away from my home. So, I can't go there. My friends are all my family's friends, not mine. So, I don't have anywhere else to go. In that case, why not help him?

"So, what do you plan on doing, Mr. Saddu," I ask. I clench my hands into fists, because dealing with idiots isn't as easy as I thought. "Now that you didn't even know which bus Naga boarded in?"

"Man, you've got no brains! We gotta figure out where Naga is, firstly," he says.

"No shit, Sherlock. I was asking about how we should track him down. You've got no information on you? No leads?" I release my clenched fists and just, sigh. "Mr. Saddu, we should–"

"Tch," his face contorts to show a hint of annoyance. "Stop calling me 'Mr. Saddu.' Call me Sharav, it's enough."

Obviously, the way I call him is the most important thing here, right? I don't know whether to be angry at this guy or to laugh at him. "Okay, Sharav," I sigh. "We should probably make a plan from scratch then, since you've done a great job at kidnapping your target."

"See, I've messed up, I agree. But you should seriously stop picking on me for God's sake." He sounded really serious, but ain't no way that I'm gonna stop teasing him. It's irresistible. He says, "We can start planning, but I have something to get first."

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And that  'something' was two cups of chai. Seriously? Tea? Amidst all this shit?

"Ah! I feel relieved finally," he says, as he enters the pick-up car. Or van. Or 'lil truck. Whatever. "You want a glass?" He extends another cup of tea towards me, but ew.

"What, nono, I don't want it," I say.

"Aight, then I'll have yours too."

"You'd reek of tea, then!"

"Isn't that a good thing, Harsha?" he asks."

Harsha? "Idiot, my name is Harsh. I'm sorry, but ice creams are the only good form of milk. All other forms, including that, is inferior." Great, now that I've registered my opinion.