21-06-2022, 02:15 AM
The phone rings, and Nawaz puts it on speaker.
“There’s some pressure,” says Nikolai in his accented Hindi. To Prakash, there is a hint of desperation in his tone. The guy, he thinks, talks like Bob Christo in the old Hindi movies. Not exactly like Christo, but it is surely a foreign accent. Nawaz has told him the man is Russian. Prakash isn’t sure what that means, having no idea of where Russia might be. Anyhow, was going on with this firangi fellow?
“Bhai, I will check on it today itself,” Nawaz says. Prakash thinks he looks worried.
“Motherfucker! What do I pay you all this money for, huh? I want results and I want them now!”
Nawaz says, “One minute Bhai,” covers the mouthpiece and says to Prakash, “You told me she was gone for this week. Did you know or were you just…?”
He makes a wave motion with his hand, indicating that perhaps Prakash may have been bluffing.
Prakash puffs up with indignation. “No! She told me herself.” He produces his phone and shakes it at Nawaz as though that is proof enough.
“Call her again and find out,” Nawaz hisses.
“Just finding out again Bhai,” Nawaz says into the phone after taking his hand off the microphone. “Can I call you back?”
Nakul Bhai says “Okay,” and hangs up. That one word has urgency and threat all rolled into the two small syllables. And something else. Prakash thinks it is lust, but he isn’t sure.
Swati had told him before she left that she might be out of town for the week. He doesn’t know exactly what that means. Is it the whole week or part of the week. Does it mean she will be out of town the whole time, like visiting relatives, or will she be home and just not come to office?
It’s not like their relationship, such as it is, lends itself to pillow talk about vacation plans. In fact, a pillow or even a bed has never figured in their many exotic couplings. Usually, he issues peremptory orders to be present and the location, almost always the conference room after hours, and she always follows through.
On the rare occasion she cannot, she will reply quickly enough. They both use the same app and leave voice messages for each other. He addresses her as Bitch or kutti, and she calls him Malik.
He opens the app on his phone and records a voice message and sends it to Swati.
He isn’t illiterate, but finds it hard to text people, especially when it is something complex. Hopefully, she will listen to it soon and respond. If she doesn’t, he has some special punishment planned for her. He doesn’t know what it is yet, but it will be special, he promises himself.
“Bitch! Are you back yet? I need you to be available for something special. Revert as soon as you can.”
He knows the message will not alert her because it could alert others she might be with, but he is sure she will see it soon. She is supposed to check for messages several times a day.
Those are his orders.
“There’s some pressure,” says Nikolai in his accented Hindi. To Prakash, there is a hint of desperation in his tone. The guy, he thinks, talks like Bob Christo in the old Hindi movies. Not exactly like Christo, but it is surely a foreign accent. Nawaz has told him the man is Russian. Prakash isn’t sure what that means, having no idea of where Russia might be. Anyhow, was going on with this firangi fellow?
“Bhai, I will check on it today itself,” Nawaz says. Prakash thinks he looks worried.
“Motherfucker! What do I pay you all this money for, huh? I want results and I want them now!”
Nawaz says, “One minute Bhai,” covers the mouthpiece and says to Prakash, “You told me she was gone for this week. Did you know or were you just…?”
He makes a wave motion with his hand, indicating that perhaps Prakash may have been bluffing.
Prakash puffs up with indignation. “No! She told me herself.” He produces his phone and shakes it at Nawaz as though that is proof enough.
“Call her again and find out,” Nawaz hisses.
“Just finding out again Bhai,” Nawaz says into the phone after taking his hand off the microphone. “Can I call you back?”
Nakul Bhai says “Okay,” and hangs up. That one word has urgency and threat all rolled into the two small syllables. And something else. Prakash thinks it is lust, but he isn’t sure.
Swati had told him before she left that she might be out of town for the week. He doesn’t know exactly what that means. Is it the whole week or part of the week. Does it mean she will be out of town the whole time, like visiting relatives, or will she be home and just not come to office?
It’s not like their relationship, such as it is, lends itself to pillow talk about vacation plans. In fact, a pillow or even a bed has never figured in their many exotic couplings. Usually, he issues peremptory orders to be present and the location, almost always the conference room after hours, and she always follows through.
On the rare occasion she cannot, she will reply quickly enough. They both use the same app and leave voice messages for each other. He addresses her as Bitch or kutti, and she calls him Malik.
He opens the app on his phone and records a voice message and sends it to Swati.
He isn’t illiterate, but finds it hard to text people, especially when it is something complex. Hopefully, she will listen to it soon and respond. If she doesn’t, he has some special punishment planned for her. He doesn’t know what it is yet, but it will be special, he promises himself.
“Bitch! Are you back yet? I need you to be available for something special. Revert as soon as you can.”
He knows the message will not alert her because it could alert others she might be with, but he is sure she will see it soon. She is supposed to check for messages several times a day.
Those are his orders.
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