THE PRIDE OF THE PAKI

Going Down For Real

We are nice, and seeing all your love; we thought we should give you guys a little thank you kinda thingy.

Spoiler: There is no new Kiran! (You'll know soon*winks*)

Happy Reading!

KoolBroz

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It only took me three calls to Misha, my bestie from Pakistan; my sister from another mister, to put my Plan:A into execution. She told me to revive the old Kiran which left me dumbfounded. After calling again and spending some good dollars on my mobile bill, she reminded of the times we used to slay some female dogs, our pranks, our ways of living. Me being the dumbo I am lashed out on her for wasting my money AND my time reminiscing old versions of me. I, due to my short temper, cut the call abruptly. I pondered on Misha's point. OLD KIRAN. What did she mean by that? Ugggggh stupid stupid Misha and her intelligent ways. Calling her a third time, and getting quite a lengthy lecture of not cutting calls during a flowing conversation just because it is immoral, she elaborated. And did it with dexterity. I grinned while she kept on elaborating.

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Monday morning came.

Linkin Park's IN THE END blared through my phone speaker, as I lazily reached to it on my bedside table. After slapping the wood for a couple times, I felt the plastic covering and gripped it tightly assuming it's my mobile, only when I examined it closely wih open eyes I saw it wasn't my mobile. It was my blow dryer! How the heck did it get here? I got up from my bed, groaning at the absence of softness beneath me and rubbed my eyes.

The shriek came as a surprise as the sight before me wasn't one for sore eyes. All my things were out of their assigned place. My cabinets were opened and I being a heavy sleeper didn't know what went down here last night. I knocked on my temples, forcing myself to remember what happened, only when I got the sight of my mobile down on the bean bag, I remembered.

Phone call to Misha; The Plan:A; Preparation; Revenge; Old Me!

It all came rushing back and I jumped from my bed, apologising to my lover and promising I will be back tonight for the intense and intimate sleeping sessions. I smashed open the bathroom's door and got under the shower with clothes on. The moment cold water poured on my head, I came back to my senses, if somewhat damaged. My clothes were sticking to me because of the wetness so I did the rational thing and took them off. I rinsed my hair and body clean, got into a pair of fresh underclothes. Pulling my tee over my head, I gave one last look to the mirror and ran out to the door. I toiled with my keys at the lock. Finally getting the door locked, I made my way to my school.

Same red bricks welcomed me. The watchman at the main door greeted me, and I nodded my head in a reply. I made my way inside and towards the classroom. When I stepped in the hall, there was an unusual commotion. Lots of students were crowded together in a circle. I could make out the sounds even from my place which , I was sure about, were of someone getting a brutal beating. I heard a boy groaning and immediately knew who it was. I sped through the hall, made my way through the bundled children and got to the front. Nothing had me prepared for what was in front of me.

Lying on the floor, in a pool of his own blood, was Luke with Charlie, not far away, lying unconscious. Three well built guys towered over Luke, kicking him everywhere, his back, his stomach, his heaving chest. The kicking was so brutal, he started coughing blood. All his attempts at defending himself had gone down the drain when after kick in his stomach, he stoppped. But the boys didnt. They continued to assault him.I had had enough of this. So I, being the pathaan I am, stepped in between the guys and Luke.