Friday 11 March 2011

The Prologue

Navya was dead tired after coming from her work that day.She had to make two trips that day.One to the Parliament and the other after recieving that phonecall.She was exhausted and was not in a state to cook food by herself,after all it was 1:30 in the night.So she picked up the catalogue of KAPILA restaurant and called the no. given.Its main attraction was that it delivered food anywhere in Delhi 24 hours a day.

    "Hello",she said in her sweet voice which seemed weary.

     "Hello.Kapila restaurant.How may I help you?"

     "I want a full plate of chicken curry along with 3 butter nan.What would be the cost?"

     "A hundred & sixty plus thirty five into three,that would mean Rs 265."

      "Parcel it."

      "Address please"

      "House no. 24,second floor,E-block,Mrinalini complex,south zone.And make it fast please."

      "You would get it most lately by 2:05.Thank you for calling."

       "Thank you." And she hung up.

       There was time before the food came.Till then,she decided to do the houses' random jobs.First of all she went to her dressing room and opened the wooden almirah.Then she took out her pink night suit,changed and came to her bedroom.There was still time,so she switched on the idiot box and started surfing.After some time,the call bell rang.She breathed a sigh of relief and went to open the door.Though she did not bother to peep through who was there.She rotated the metal knob and the door clicked and opened.Before she could say anything the man gave a bang on her head with the gun in his hand.

        She slowly opened her eyes and saw the man in the black jacket fitting a silencer in the gun.Suddenly he brought it near her neck.

         "Hand it over to me." he said in his thick russian accent.

         "I dont understand what you are saying."

          "Really",he said in a sarcastic way.Then repositioning his gun on the head caught hold of her hair."Give it,bitch."

          "I wont even if I lose everything."

           He gave a tight slap and loaded his gun."Give it or you would meet God."

           "I would rather die instead of giving it to a son of a bitch."
          
           After 10 minutes.Boom. Boom.

           Unscrewing the silencer he switched off the lights.Pressing the door lock from inside,he went out & shut the door.Enchanting something in Russian he went down through the elevator.
          

1 comment:

  1. plz check this line
    "bfofre she could say anything the man gave a bang on her head with the gun in his hand"
    u may use gun butt here that will sound better.do think on this.

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