13-04-2026, 02:22 PM
Upon hearing the news of Raja Sahib's death, Jabbar went mad with joy. He had never even imagined that fate would bestow such a gift upon him without him having to lift a finger. At that moment, he was driving back to the city from a place called Shankargarh, with Malika by his side. The road from Shankargarh to the city cut right through a forest. Typically, people avoided using that route after dusk; instead, they would take a slight detour and reach the city via the highway. But Jabbar had absolutely no concern for such things. And rightly so—since when did thugs ever start fearing other thugs? It was 8 o'clock in the evening.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and Jabbar slammed on the brakes. One of his car's tires had blown out. "Damn it! Bhrnchod (Bastard)!" he cursed as he stepped out of the car. The moment he did, two masked figures emerged from the bushes lining the road and confronted him. One of them grabbed Jabbar from behind, pressing a knife against his throat, while the other dragged Malika out of the car. Created by Maitri.
"You bastards... what do you want? Money? Here, take it, and get lost, Chutiyo (you pricks)!"
"Shut up, you motherfucker! First, we're going to have our way with this 'goods,' and then I'll think about your money. Move!" He gestured toward Malika, and the two robbers dragged both Jabbar and Malika off the road, pulling them deep into the forest through the bushes. One of them shoved Malika to the ground, pinned her down, and began tearing at her clothes; Malika began to scream. The other robber bound Jabbar with a rope and then joined his accomplice in stripping Malika naked.
Just then, another figure burst through the bushes and arrived on the scene. He grabbed both thugs—one in each hand—and yanked them off Malika. He was a Sardar, and he immediately began to fight them both, single-handedly. As soon as Malika broke free from the thugs' clutches, she ran over to Jabbar and untied his bonds. Now, joining forces with the Sardar, Jabbar too began thrashing the thugs. Before long, the thugs took to their heels and vanished from the scene.
"Thank you," Jabbar panted. Written by Maitri.
"It was merely my duty. The name's Ravijit Singh Sodhi," the Sardar said, catching his breath as he shook Jabbar's hand. He was a tall, well-built man, likely somewhere around fifty years of age.
"I am Jabbar Singh."
"Both of you come with me. I have a farmhouse just before the city limits. Spend the night there," he said, using his coat to cover Malika's body, which had been exposed by her torn clothes.
"We would be putting you to unnecessary trouble."
"Not at all. Come, sit down. And don't worry about your car; I'll have my driver and servants come fetch it shortly."
About an hour later, the two of them were seated with Ravijit Singh Sodhi in the drawing room of his farmhouse; Malika was resting in one of the bedrooms.
"So, what do you do, Mr. Jabbar?" he asked, extending a glass of whiskey.
"I'm a property dealer. And you?" Jabbar asked as he accepted the glass.
"I'm an NRI. I run a business in Jamaica," he replied, refilling his glass after finishing his drink. Presented by FunLove.
Before long, mellowed by the alcohol, the two men began to converse freely and openly.
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Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and Jabbar slammed on the brakes. One of his car's tires had blown out. "Damn it! Bhrnchod (Bastard)!" he cursed as he stepped out of the car. The moment he did, two masked figures emerged from the bushes lining the road and confronted him. One of them grabbed Jabbar from behind, pressing a knife against his throat, while the other dragged Malika out of the car. Created by Maitri.
"You bastards... what do you want? Money? Here, take it, and get lost, Chutiyo (you pricks)!"
"Shut up, you motherfucker! First, we're going to have our way with this 'goods,' and then I'll think about your money. Move!" He gestured toward Malika, and the two robbers dragged both Jabbar and Malika off the road, pulling them deep into the forest through the bushes. One of them shoved Malika to the ground, pinned her down, and began tearing at her clothes; Malika began to scream. The other robber bound Jabbar with a rope and then joined his accomplice in stripping Malika naked.
Just then, another figure burst through the bushes and arrived on the scene. He grabbed both thugs—one in each hand—and yanked them off Malika. He was a Sardar, and he immediately began to fight them both, single-handedly. As soon as Malika broke free from the thugs' clutches, she ran over to Jabbar and untied his bonds. Now, joining forces with the Sardar, Jabbar too began thrashing the thugs. Before long, the thugs took to their heels and vanished from the scene.
"Thank you," Jabbar panted. Written by Maitri.
"It was merely my duty. The name's Ravijit Singh Sodhi," the Sardar said, catching his breath as he shook Jabbar's hand. He was a tall, well-built man, likely somewhere around fifty years of age.
"I am Jabbar Singh."
"Both of you come with me. I have a farmhouse just before the city limits. Spend the night there," he said, using his coat to cover Malika's body, which had been exposed by her torn clothes.
"We would be putting you to unnecessary trouble."
"Not at all. Come, sit down. And don't worry about your car; I'll have my driver and servants come fetch it shortly."
About an hour later, the two of them were seated with Ravijit Singh Sodhi in the drawing room of his farmhouse; Malika was resting in one of the bedrooms.
"So, what do you do, Mr. Jabbar?" he asked, extending a glass of whiskey.
"I'm a property dealer. And you?" Jabbar asked as he accepted the glass.
"I'm an NRI. I run a business in Jamaica," he replied, refilling his glass after finishing his drink. Presented by FunLove.
Before long, mellowed by the alcohol, the two men began to converse freely and openly.
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