Señorita[On Hold]

Spion.

For every minute you are angry you lose sixty seconds of happiness.

~Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Family is so illogical.
There is no truth in it.
Home is a fantasy which can only be imagined.
With people around having some named relation connected to you for a reason to climb up social ladders, for sure such a place cannot be termed as home.

Smiles are shared but never reaching the eyes.
Tears are shed for the sole purpose of grabbing attention.
Hugs are received only for the sake of pleasantries and of no emotions.
Dinners are held only for courtesy , not for enjoying time with loved ones.
Parties hosted only for showing the world their status, not for a family meet up.
This is the sick truth of life , home and family for Lucifer which he eventually learned to accept.

For him family has always been a dream. Because in reality it was a piece of shit where dreams were crushed by a pack of scum bags putting up the façade of status and power. All they wanted ever was to control things and people's life.

"Is everything packed?"
Fatima asked rummaging through the almost empty closet now.

Lucifer sighed not remembering when was the last time somebody packed his stuff for him and God only knows from when Fatima started taking care of his well being. Because let's be honest here Fatima is somebody who is full of herself.

"Abbu wants to meet you baby."
She said pouting her lips and making Lucifer groan in anguish.

"I will miss you baby."
Fatima said pecking his lips.

Lucifer kissed her on the cheek showing that he was also going to miss her.

Giving one last hug Lucifer pulled up his bag with joy for the tournament. And nothing could stop him from winning this not even the contract letter he is supposed to deliver at some constructions Ltd which Mr Headache Naav had ordered to do in return for approving his leave.

Lucifer drived to the out house where he was supposed to meet Daraseem Bahra, in simple words the very drug Lord of how estate as he neared to the gate a small commotion welcomed him. An old man was wailing and shouting at the guards but Lucifer couldn't figure out that the man was behaving hysterical because of being kicked out by Daraseem or he was still not being allowed to meet Daraseem.
Anyways whatever it was which is definitely not of his concern so minding his business Lucifer allowed the guard at the bay to check him for any armaments satisfied the guard let him in checking his ID.

"Fatima said you are leaving." Daraseem spoke in his cold and deadly voice not minding any pleasantries.

"Yes. Ten days."

Daraseem came and put the 2mm Kolibri pistol on the table as a sign of both threat and appraise.

"It's an Austria-Hungary piece. Year 1917." Daraseem spoke being the proud owner of it.

Lucifer nodded already knowing this information but kept mum to keep away unwanted attention.

"What do you want Bahra?"
Lucifer asked still eyeing the Kolibri.

"Nice. That's why I like you directly to the point. So the thing is there is a dealer in the outer part of Hyderabad and I want you to collect something valuable." Daraseem explained not sure if Lucifer would agree or not.

"What do I get in return?"

Daraseem gave a smile which Lucifer comprehended that Daraseem knew very well that he would ask for a price.

"I will give you the West link details."
Daraseem smirked.

Lucifer had asked the West links details numerous times before but he was always denied so it was surprising to see him agreeing for it in return for a parcel from Hyderabad.

So it means the parcel must have something very important that Daraseem is ready to pay such a heavy cost.

"Tell me the time and venue."

Daraseem breathed relief collecting the Kolibri and stuffed it back in his belt. Either the pistol was for threatening or just out of habit but Lucifer concluded it to be the latter one.

"Tracks or legal?"

"Illegal."

Giving a I-knew-it sort of nod Daraseem picked up a tiny metal box and gave it to Lucifer.

"This will help you in trouble."

If Lucifer didn't knew Daraseem Bahra so well one would think that it was a religious belief or something of that sort in that box.

"Now get out."

Again no pleasantries.

Stepping on the white granite Lucifer made his way to the bike nodding to one of the guards.

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Screams and shouts welcomed Lucifer at Goa Velha confusing him that the race isn't supposed to start from here then he understood that it was the weekend track race of the locals this early in the morning. It is still five in the morning and it was the best time to start and more likely he had planned everything in before of where to take a stay break and when to keep driving and reach on the timing of tournament.

Taking out his hot chocolate bottle Lucifer gulped down few sips as a smile creeped up his face in remainder of all his happy moments with his bike and finally he was driving his latest model which he named 'Spion'.

Ronit had laughed his ass off when he learnt this name but again shut his mouth watching Lucifer glare him. This made him let out a small laugh.

This tournament was very important for him because obviously he needed the money for another model but again his win will lead to many changes, maybe he will get back whatever he lost and people start accepting his love for bikes.

But again it was still a fifty-fifty chance.

He couldn't say that he didn't believe in God but he could not even accept that he believes.

Whatever it was anything he thought was he wanted to end this agony. He also wanted somebody to call family. He was fed up living this life alone. He wants someone to be there for him.

Swindling in his thoughts Lucifer stopped at the petrol pump and luckily it was open this early in the morning. He could fill it anywhere but he still wanted to be full. Because as the saying goes precaution is better than cure.

The pump attendant started filling yawning as sleep still consumed him.

"You win some, you lose some , but you get paid for all."
Lucifer said smiling at the pump attendant.

Note the understatement.
Lucifer was smiling crazy.

"Only a lawyer can say this." The attendant spoke lazily taking the money.

Laughing off Lucifer fired his engine ready to conquer the road.

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