The Thalapathy Game

Mystery People

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"Okay, so this is dead from the start. We don't even have a single frickin clue, how Anaamika and Arun are inside this frame!"

Arun tipped some wrong info about Dhruv to the police and before that he tricked them by being their "guide", all this doesn't make any sense."

"Maybe because he's A... and Dhruv is handling this case.. duh!" Her irritating voice once again interrupted my thinking sesh.

I rolled my eyes but tried to play it calm. "Why? Why would he be A?" I turned to the direction her voice came from. She slowly appeared from the kitchen and walked towards the couch.

"Why? Maybe he's such a psycho?" She.is.stupid. She sat on the hand support and looked into my computer as she passed me my coffee. "Or maybe he's covering his mother. Ah! She looks like such a diva and appears like the first generation of her family in Zurich..." Where is Aditi thinking and processing, I don't see a brain in her head!

"And what does 'First Generation' stuff has to deal with this case?" I questioned her back, relaxing myself on the couch.

"You know... Anirudh... like she's making amateur mistakes... like hiring me for her son's engagement..." she suddenly stopped in her words and her lips parted like a goldfish.

"Omigod..." it was merely coming out of her mouth in the form of a word. She was blank. Her eyes couldn't believe the discovery she made. But I feel it would be nice, if she shared it and I can comment once again on how stupid she is.

"Aditi..." I slowly called her out, and it felt so weird. She didn't respond. I slowly placed my coffee cup on her arm, and she shrieked holding her wrist.

"Oh My God! YOU ARE THE WORST PERSON I'VE EVER SEEN! YOU JUST BURNT THE WRIST OF THE PERSON WHO'S ALLOWING YOU TO STAY HERE! FUCK YOU!" I don't know why she got so hyper about this and stormed off to the kitchen. Seriously? What did I do?

I went back after her to the kitchen. She was at the sink, slowly wetting the place she said I "burnt" "Hey... I'm sorry okay! But what's the big deal?" Her eyes immediately shot at me like she was the possessed female lead in a typical South Indian movie.

She came towards me and held my hand, and slowly ran it to my index finger. What the eff she is doing?

I look down at her wrist, and my bad it was so reddened. Was that so hot? She raised my hand almost to my chest level and looked into my eyes.  Ok... this is...   HOLY FUCK!!! OH MY GOD! THIS WOMAN IS EVIL!

SHE BLOODY DIPPED MY FINGER IN THE COFFEE I HAD IN MY OTHER HAND.

"Are you out senses? Ah!" I quickly shook my hand vigorously and sucked it. "Tit for tat, loser... you're definitely not getting the detail that popped in my mind earlier." She whispered in my ears and left the kitchen.

Jeez woman! Hell is filled with people like you! And now I'm quoting tv show references! Oh God! I placed my hand in a bowl of water and seem to get relaxed.

I went to the living room, just to find her seated very comfortably on the sofa, and painting her nails. Seriously? Body care is the last thing one would do in this scenario.