Around the same time in Mumbai:
It was a typical sweaty evening of Mumbai. He strolled out of the theatre satisfied that he had tried his best. He smiled at the mixed reaction of the audience from the general public.
He smiled at the fact that he was branded as an Urban Naxal. He always had projected himself as a Stand-up Comedian (he was not – he knew his jokes were sick and aimed at a particular leader).Through his so called comedy, all he did was to make fun of ruling parliamentary party not realising that he was targeting a popular Prime Minister of India and the leaders who were with him.
He never was concerned about his earnings from his shows and acts – his main income was undisclosed amount of favours from the opposition party members. They paid him these huge amounts, so that he can dirty the popular image of the Prime Minister and remember him as a joke instead…
It was supposed to be a slow poison injected in the populace and the society – all this only to be able to rule the Golden Nation called – Hindustan.
He lit up an expensive cigar and casually walked toward the car – a service offered by a member of an opposition party.
“Good evening Sir…” the driver greeted him.
“Where’s Raju – he was the driver who brought me here.” he said looking at a different person greeting him near the car.
“He’s left for the day. We work in shifts. His shift is done with … I’m here at your service.”
“Oh! What’s your name?”
“I’m Anil. Would you like to go straight to the guest house or enjoy some night life in Mumbai?”
“I want some fresh breeze and sip on a chilled beer.”
“I understand – let me drive you to such a place.”
“Mind you – it shouldn’t be crowded.”
“Right Sir…” and they started to cruise the roads of Mumbai – fabulously lit up with various hoardings adding to the glamour of the city. The car stopped in front of a wine shop and required bottles were bought – in the meantime Anil got a parcel of chicken nuggets fabulously spiced up and its aroma spread around in the car – it was from a nearby roadside stall, but deliciously cooked.
“Hmm – the smell is nice. I now understand why they have you at the night shift – Anil, I hope you are much more efficient than you look…”
Anil picked up the cue…”If you want to pick up a chick enroute to the guest house – I know few fabulous girls – let me know when we head back to the guest hose…” and they drove on. They stopped on a beach that was almost desolate at the odd hours. Anil drove the car into the sand of the beach and stopped.
He got out of the car and filled in his lungs with whiff of fresh sea breeze that rejuvenated him. He pulled out a bottle from the car and started to sip at it and looked at Anil…
“You seem to be efficient enough – let me see which girls are on your list…”
“You want a glamorous doll or someone who is simple but sexy?”
“You got it – I heard you have many girls who are lookalike of famous female stars and personalities…”
As an answer Anil pulled out his phone and showed him a picture – a girl – almost similar to a hot actress – then started to scroll on for more such girls – he stopped at a wave of hand…
“Could you fix her for me?”
“Hey – I got you a customer – you ready for the jazz?” he called someone up from his phone and started to deal, “Don’t worry about anything – I got the deal fixed – he is a famous personality. Don’t worry about the payment – it will be taken care of as usual. I’ll send you the location on your phone…” he looked at the so called comedian who now was sitting sideways, his feet dangling outside, on the back seat with door open, sipping at another bottle of beer, “The deal is ON – she is yours for the night…” he smiled wide at the comedian, “I now want you to close your eyes for a moment and imagine how fabulous is going to be this night…”
The so called comedian somehow liked this idea and closed his eyes and started to imagine … after a moment he opened his eyes which were full of lust. This was momentary, the lust vanished and expression of horror took over. He was looking at a nozzle of a gun fitted with silencer – Anil held that gun…
“Wha…” he started even as Anil shot him between his eyes – point blank…
Next morning, police found the car almost a feet deep in the tide. Driver Raju was found alive drugged and sedated in the boot of the car. There were no clues leading to this mysterious murder…