Might and Massacre

7. The Time She Saves Him

7. The Time She Saves Him

This was one of those days when I had so much work that it ended up being a headache. It had been two days after the wedding, and all the rituals had been put on hold because we had work in hand. I was a donkey for work, and loyal dog to Veer and Sahib but that didn't mean that my body would listen to them all the time as well. That basically meant that while I did whatever the Chowdhury told me to do, my body screamed to be rested since I had been working for the past 48 hours.

"Tanne samajh na aye kya? Ja jaake thara kaam kar. – You don't understand or what? Go d your ow work." Sahib said in an angry tone, and the boy of barely nineteen asked for forgiveness on the ground in front of him.

"Sahib, aur na hovega. – Sahib, it won't happen again." He said. You could see the pain on his face from where he had been beaten. I guess because he was younger than most of the people who were beating him, he had been let go without being in the serious situation.

The muscles on my back revolted by cramping, and I let out a small groan. Work was almost down, so I had to do that last part of it. It wasn't like we didn't have work and could always laze around. There were times when Veer let me go to Delhi somewhere I liked to stay until I was called back. Delhi had its own drama but it wasn't like it was in Berahampur. It really didn't affect me much anymore since I'd gotten used to it.

"Ho gaya. Rangeele tu jaa.– It's done. Rangeela, you can go." Veer said to me, and never had I been so happy to hear those words.

"Shukriya, Malik. – Thank you, Malik." I nodded, thanking him and was about to walk out of the place when he called me back.

"Rangeele!"

"Ji, Malik?" I bowed.

"Yeh 3 lakh rupaiye tu rakh. – Rangeela keep this 3 lakh rupees with you." He threw a bag at me, and I smiled thanking him again. He gave me such treats every once in a while. He might have never given me much respect since I was his Ghulaam, but he did give me enough money to do whatever I wanted. He also, had given me education till I had wanted it. He could have easily not given me any of it and I would still give him my life, but they had and I was always thankful for that.

Without caring to take and keep the bag of money somewhere else, I took my Royal Enfield and went to one of my hangout places which had an amazing rock to lay down on just to bathe into the soft sun shine and the wind blew in cold waves, since it was close to the lake and the forest.

Keeping my Ray Ban shades, which I'd bought from Delhi the last time Veer had given me two million, by my side I closed my eyes in search of peace. Tonight the guns would be dispatched and we would earn another few Crores for us. As I closed my eyes, a new pair of eyes haunted me. I hadn't seen those eyes for a while now, and surprisingly I had met the girl herself only thrice. The last time I'd seen her, she'd just vanished from before my eyes.

I think I might have dozed off while thinking about everything on my mind, because the next time I woke up there were five men beside me, all with guns which were directed towards me. These people needed to know how to chill. They wouldn't be people form Berahampur, because no one in the land of no mercy would dare to point their guns at me. Did they have any idea whom they are dealing with?

Sahib always said that I was useful enough to take down five thousand men alone. He might have been exaggerating, but five men wouldn't even need 20 minutes to be finished with. It was a little bit of the deal with an uncomfortable cramping back and being devoid of sleep since the last twenty hours.

"Tum logoko jana chahiye. – You all should leave." I supplied to them with a yawn, and got down from the rock and unhooked the gun from my waist belt.