19-08-2026, 04:51 PM
(This post was last modified: 19-08-2026, 05:29 PM by SilverArrow. Edited 4 times in total. Edited 4 times in total.)
The heavy wooden raft churned against the river current near a steep bank of jagged granite, the boatman straining against his oar as the swell kept pushing them back into the main stream. The boatmen struggled hard to dock the boat as the current swept the boat ahead.
Ustad looked at the boatman struggle and said “ Look he is not able to dock the boat!”
Selvam said “ Ranga anna .. Velu and his fishermen are waiting and calling … what we tell them ?”’
Monica adjusted her dark sunglasses
"Honestly, Ranga Saab, there’s no point fighting the current just to dock here," Monica reasoned smoothly, squeezing a bit of river dampness from her satin sleeve.
"The sun is out now. Our clothes will dry in twenty minutes anyway,Why waste time changing in the mud?"
Rakesh looked down at his own damp jacket and nodded in quick agreement. "She's right. It's warm enough now. We’re fine as we are."
Selvam looked back over his shoulder "Are you both sure? The meeting with Velu anna and his men will take some time”
"Even more reason," Monica chimed in with a dry, sharp smirk. "I can hardly walk into a traditional village meeting in a swimwear, Selvam. Let's keep moving."
Ten minutes later, the raft slid smoothly into a calm, shallow inlet where dozens of narrow wooden country boats were moored along the bank.
Standing under the sprawling, ancient banyan tree in the center of the hamlet was Velu Anna—the fishermen head Surrounded by dozen village elders and young fishermen!
As Monica stepped off the boat onto the sandy bank—her grey satin shirt drying to a soft sheen, her demeanour perfectly poised—the fishermen observed the pretty Punjabi corporate woman and her massive tight boobs and round flaring ass!
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"Velu Anna," Ranga began, "These are our friends from Delhi I spoke to you about—Rakesh bhai and Monica madam. They are designing the financial model for the eco-resort on the upper ridge."
"We don't care much Ranga" Velu said in a deep voice. "Our concern is the river. The resort plans we heard about block the eastern launch creek … If your resort takes that land, where do my men go?"
Ranga smiled “ We have plans Vellu anna…don’t get hyper”
Rakesh started to open his pitch deck on his tablet.. "Well, according to our projected map—"
"Maps don't float on water, sir," Velu interrupted dryly.
Before Rakesh could struggle further, Monica smoothly leaned forward, placing a steady hand near the edge of the mat.
"Velu Annan is completely right," Monica said, seamlessly "A resort that fights the local community fails in its first year. That’s why our financial model doesn't block the eastern creek!”
Rakesh again tried to explain something, but this time both Ranga and Ustad scoffed at him…..
Ranga scolded Rakesh “ Aah Rakesh bhai, what is this ? We are speaking and talking right ? Who gives you the right to interrupt ? Huh ?”
Rakesh said “ Sorry Ranga bhai”
Selvam added “ Let Ranga bhai and me and madam talk …”
Rakesh’s face turned red in humiliation
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Velu raised an eyebrow, exchanging a quick look with the elders “ Ranga you only speak do not let him to talk!”
Ranga added “ So Velu ..we will build you a pier ..don’t worry !”
“ and who maintains that ?” Velu asked
“ From the resort's maintenance budget," Selvam replied
Monica without missing a beat added. "In exchange, your fishermen supply fresh, daily river catch directly to the resort kitchens”
Selvam and Ranga said together “ Yes so you guys have enough cut from our business”
Silence fell over the banyan tree grove, save for the rustle of leaves overhead.
"What anna ? We gave you only practical solutions, now say and let us go," Ranga smiled coyly
“ ok let us think, “
“ No thinking Velu anna, it’s deal..” Selvam shook his hands and got up
With the community pact informally agreed upon, the tone shifted into a warm, grounded business discussion. They spent the next forty-five minutes reviewing access routes, labor hiring from the village, and seasonal flood zones right there under the shade of the ancient tree.
Rakesh still humiliated from Ranga Saab insult heard the conversation quietly. He was angry how Ranga Saab publicly humiliated him and shut him down and neither his best friend Ustad nor his own wife Monica even protested. Rakesh was fuming inside.
After a quick, quiet lunch of fried river fish and spicy curry —where Rakesh sat in sullen, fuming silence while Monica and Ranga shared effortless conversation—the group moved to the designated spot for the formal financial presentation.
Tucked away behind a grove of wild bamboo at the edge of the river bank stood a wooden shack. The structure was heavy, built from dark, weather-beaten timber planks. Inside, the cool shadows were broken only by the yellow glow of a hanging bulb above a thick central conference table surrounded by wooden chairs and a bench. A small portable projector was already mounted on the table.
Selvam stepped inside last, swinging the heavy wooden door shut and sliding a thick iron bolt firmly into place.
Rakesh pulled out his laptop, connecting the HDMI cable to the mini projector. His hands were still trembling slightly with residual anger from his public humiliation under the banyan tree, but he forced himself to focus, eager to prove his worth.
Just as Rakesh turned on the projector bulb and the bright blue home screen lit up the room, a heavy knock echoed on the wooden door.
Selvam unbolted it slightly. A dark-complexioned local henchman leaned in, whispering urgently into Selvam’s ear before gesturing to Ranga. Ranga’s heavy eyebrows knit together. He stood up without a word, stepping outside into the bamboo grove with Selvam and the man, pulling the door shut behind them.
Inside the locked room, an uneasy silence fell.
Rakesh cleared his throat, adjusting his collar. "What's going on out there?"
Ustad shifted uncomfortably on his chair, looking at the door. "Don't worry. Probably just local valley business."
Monica leaned back in her chair, her sharp dark eyes studying the doorway.
"Just stay focused, Rakesh. Keep your presentation crisp."
Five minutes later, the door creaked open. Ranga and Selvam stepped back inside. Selvam immediately slid the iron bolt back into place with a sharp, heavy clack.
Ranga’s expression had completely changed. The rustic, jovial host from the Thar ride was gone. His dark eyes were cold, calculated, and terrifyingly calm. He walked slowly over to the main seat at the center of the table and sat down, leaning his massive frame back.
Rakesh swallowed, standing in front of the table next to the laptop. "Uh... so, Ranga Saab, as I was saying, we'll start with the capital expenditure breakdown for Phase One—"
"Hold on a second, Rakesh brother," Ranga interrupted smoothly, his voice low and polite.
Ranga pulled a small paper notepad and a stubby ballpoint pen from his shirt pocket, placing them neatly on the wood in front of him.
"Before you show me your slides, let's just complete a few basic formalities for my records," Ranga said, looking up with an unblinking gaze. "Where do you work in Delhi, Rakesh?"
Rakesh blinked, caught off guard, but quickly fell back on their pre-planned cover story. "I... I work at Vanguard Financial Solutions, Ranga Saab. A private consulting firm in Gurgaon."
Ranga slowly wrote down Vanguard Financial Solutions on his notepad.
"Hmm. Vanguard," Ranga murmured, his pen hovering over the paper. "And where exactly is this office in Gurgaon?"
"Cyber City, Building 8," Rakesh lied smoothly, trying to sound authentic. "Twelfth floor."
Ranga wrote it down carefully. "And how long have you been working there as a senior financial consultant?"
"About six years now," Rakesh added, gaining confidence. " I..I handle corporate projects there”
Ranga finished writing. He set the pen down gently on the notepad.
Then, a slow, terrifyingly wicked smile spread across his bearded face. He didn't look at Rakesh. Instead, he slowly turned his head toward Ustad, who was sitting at the edge of the bench.
"Ustad..." Ranga asked softly, his voice dropping into a deadly, razor-sharp whisper. "Why the fuck is your friend lying to my face?"
Ustad’s breath hitched. His eyes widened ….
Rakesh’s heart hammered against his ribs. He tried to force a nervous laugh. "Lying? What... what lies, Ranga Saab? I just told you—"
BOOM!....
Ranga stood up still having that calm ruthless demeanour.
"Are you telling me the fucking truth?!" Ranga asked his dark eyes scary even though calm..
Rakesh stumbled back against the wall, his face turning pale white, his mouth open..
Selvam stepped forward, reaching into his back pocket. He pulled out a crisp, folded sheet of A4 paper and slapped it down on the center of the table right under the bright beam of the projector light.
"Look at the paper, Mr. Vanguard," Selvam sneered cold-bloodedly.
Monica leaned forward, her heart racing as her eyes scanned the document. Rakesh stepped trembling toward the table to look.
It was a high-resolution color printout of an official Government of India Identity Card.
DELHI METRO RAIL CORPORATION (DMRC)
Name: Rakesh Mehta
Designation: Senior Executive Engineer (Infrastructure & Planning)
Employee ID: DMRC-88412
The entire shack went dead quiet. The air felt thick enough to suffocate in.
Ranga leaned over the table, his towering frame casting a massive shadow over Rakesh. "So, Mr. Rakesh Mehta... Senior Engineer for the Central Government... why did you craft a whole mountain of bullshit about a private Gurgaon firm?"
Rakesh’s knees literally shook. He backed up .. sweat bursting across his forehead in heavy beads. "I... I... Ranga Saab, please... let me explain—"
Ustad jumped up …. "Ranga Anna, listen to me, he’s my friend—"
"Shut the fuck up, Ustad!" Ranga barked without turning his head, pointing a sharp, thick finger at him. "Nobody speaks except him!"
Rakesh was on the verge of sobbing, his corporate confidence completely obliterated. "Ra..Raa..-Ranga Saab... I lied because... because I have a strict government service contract! Government engineers aren't allowed to take private commercial consulting gigs on the side! If my department finds out I'm doing private valuation work for private resorts, I lose my job …plus I ..error..We thought you won’t ever decide to work with a government employee!”
Monica quickly stood up from her chair, stepping smoothly between Ranga’s terrifying presence and her crumbling husband. Her composure was tested, but her eyes remained sharp!
"He's telling the truth, Ranga Saab," Monica insisted firmly, her voice clear and commanding despite the heavy tension in the room. "Rakesh is a senior government engineer. We lied about the firm name purely to protect his government standing, not to fool you about the resort calculations!...we just did not want unnecessary eyeballs mentioning about his government job!"
Ustad nodded rapidly. "Yes, Anna! He's harmless! We did not want government job fiasco within our deal..He did not exactly mean to lie”
Ranga stared at Monica, then slowly turned his smoldering, wicked gaze back onto Rakesh
"Harmless?" Ranga sneered, a dark, sinister chuckle rumbling deep in his chest. "A central government officer walks into my private valley with hidden identities... right when the cops are sniffing around my border posts?"
Ranga took two slow, deliberate steps around the table, closing the distance until he was standing inches away from Rakesh.
"How the hell do I know you two aren't fucking undercover agents?" Ranga asked "How do I know you're not wearing hidden cameras right now to build a case against my syndicate?!"
Rakesh panicked completely, raising his trembling hands in the air. "No! No! I swear on my life, Ranga Saab! We are not spies! Check us! Search the laptop! Search our bags! Check my clothes right now! We have nothing to hide!"
Monica held her ground, looking Ranga straight in his eyes. "Ranga Saab, come on please! look at him! Look at us! Do we look like undercover cops to you? Search everything we brought into this room if you don't believe us!"
Ustad looked at the boatman struggle and said “ Look he is not able to dock the boat!”
Selvam said “ Ranga anna .. Velu and his fishermen are waiting and calling … what we tell them ?”’
Monica adjusted her dark sunglasses
"Honestly, Ranga Saab, there’s no point fighting the current just to dock here," Monica reasoned smoothly, squeezing a bit of river dampness from her satin sleeve.
"The sun is out now. Our clothes will dry in twenty minutes anyway,Why waste time changing in the mud?"
Rakesh looked down at his own damp jacket and nodded in quick agreement. "She's right. It's warm enough now. We’re fine as we are."
Selvam looked back over his shoulder "Are you both sure? The meeting with Velu anna and his men will take some time”
"Even more reason," Monica chimed in with a dry, sharp smirk. "I can hardly walk into a traditional village meeting in a swimwear, Selvam. Let's keep moving."
Ten minutes later, the raft slid smoothly into a calm, shallow inlet where dozens of narrow wooden country boats were moored along the bank.
Standing under the sprawling, ancient banyan tree in the center of the hamlet was Velu Anna—the fishermen head Surrounded by dozen village elders and young fishermen!
As Monica stepped off the boat onto the sandy bank—her grey satin shirt drying to a soft sheen, her demeanour perfectly poised—the fishermen observed the pretty Punjabi corporate woman and her massive tight boobs and round flaring ass!
"Velu Anna," Ranga began, "These are our friends from Delhi I spoke to you about—Rakesh bhai and Monica madam. They are designing the financial model for the eco-resort on the upper ridge."
"We don't care much Ranga" Velu said in a deep voice. "Our concern is the river. The resort plans we heard about block the eastern launch creek … If your resort takes that land, where do my men go?"
Ranga smiled “ We have plans Vellu anna…don’t get hyper”
Rakesh started to open his pitch deck on his tablet.. "Well, according to our projected map—"
"Maps don't float on water, sir," Velu interrupted dryly.
Before Rakesh could struggle further, Monica smoothly leaned forward, placing a steady hand near the edge of the mat.
"Velu Annan is completely right," Monica said, seamlessly "A resort that fights the local community fails in its first year. That’s why our financial model doesn't block the eastern creek!”
Rakesh again tried to explain something, but this time both Ranga and Ustad scoffed at him…..
Ranga scolded Rakesh “ Aah Rakesh bhai, what is this ? We are speaking and talking right ? Who gives you the right to interrupt ? Huh ?”
Rakesh said “ Sorry Ranga bhai”
Selvam added “ Let Ranga bhai and me and madam talk …”
Rakesh’s face turned red in humiliation
Velu raised an eyebrow, exchanging a quick look with the elders “ Ranga you only speak do not let him to talk!”
Ranga added “ So Velu ..we will build you a pier ..don’t worry !”
“ and who maintains that ?” Velu asked
“ From the resort's maintenance budget," Selvam replied
Monica without missing a beat added. "In exchange, your fishermen supply fresh, daily river catch directly to the resort kitchens”
Selvam and Ranga said together “ Yes so you guys have enough cut from our business”
Silence fell over the banyan tree grove, save for the rustle of leaves overhead.
"What anna ? We gave you only practical solutions, now say and let us go," Ranga smiled coyly
“ ok let us think, “
“ No thinking Velu anna, it’s deal..” Selvam shook his hands and got up
With the community pact informally agreed upon, the tone shifted into a warm, grounded business discussion. They spent the next forty-five minutes reviewing access routes, labor hiring from the village, and seasonal flood zones right there under the shade of the ancient tree.
Rakesh still humiliated from Ranga Saab insult heard the conversation quietly. He was angry how Ranga Saab publicly humiliated him and shut him down and neither his best friend Ustad nor his own wife Monica even protested. Rakesh was fuming inside.
After a quick, quiet lunch of fried river fish and spicy curry —where Rakesh sat in sullen, fuming silence while Monica and Ranga shared effortless conversation—the group moved to the designated spot for the formal financial presentation.
Tucked away behind a grove of wild bamboo at the edge of the river bank stood a wooden shack. The structure was heavy, built from dark, weather-beaten timber planks. Inside, the cool shadows were broken only by the yellow glow of a hanging bulb above a thick central conference table surrounded by wooden chairs and a bench. A small portable projector was already mounted on the table.
Selvam stepped inside last, swinging the heavy wooden door shut and sliding a thick iron bolt firmly into place.
Rakesh pulled out his laptop, connecting the HDMI cable to the mini projector. His hands were still trembling slightly with residual anger from his public humiliation under the banyan tree, but he forced himself to focus, eager to prove his worth.
Just as Rakesh turned on the projector bulb and the bright blue home screen lit up the room, a heavy knock echoed on the wooden door.
Selvam unbolted it slightly. A dark-complexioned local henchman leaned in, whispering urgently into Selvam’s ear before gesturing to Ranga. Ranga’s heavy eyebrows knit together. He stood up without a word, stepping outside into the bamboo grove with Selvam and the man, pulling the door shut behind them.
Inside the locked room, an uneasy silence fell.
Rakesh cleared his throat, adjusting his collar. "What's going on out there?"
Ustad shifted uncomfortably on his chair, looking at the door. "Don't worry. Probably just local valley business."
Monica leaned back in her chair, her sharp dark eyes studying the doorway.
"Just stay focused, Rakesh. Keep your presentation crisp."
Five minutes later, the door creaked open. Ranga and Selvam stepped back inside. Selvam immediately slid the iron bolt back into place with a sharp, heavy clack.
Ranga’s expression had completely changed. The rustic, jovial host from the Thar ride was gone. His dark eyes were cold, calculated, and terrifyingly calm. He walked slowly over to the main seat at the center of the table and sat down, leaning his massive frame back.
Rakesh swallowed, standing in front of the table next to the laptop. "Uh... so, Ranga Saab, as I was saying, we'll start with the capital expenditure breakdown for Phase One—"
"Hold on a second, Rakesh brother," Ranga interrupted smoothly, his voice low and polite.
Ranga pulled a small paper notepad and a stubby ballpoint pen from his shirt pocket, placing them neatly on the wood in front of him.
"Before you show me your slides, let's just complete a few basic formalities for my records," Ranga said, looking up with an unblinking gaze. "Where do you work in Delhi, Rakesh?"
Rakesh blinked, caught off guard, but quickly fell back on their pre-planned cover story. "I... I work at Vanguard Financial Solutions, Ranga Saab. A private consulting firm in Gurgaon."
Ranga slowly wrote down Vanguard Financial Solutions on his notepad.
"Hmm. Vanguard," Ranga murmured, his pen hovering over the paper. "And where exactly is this office in Gurgaon?"
"Cyber City, Building 8," Rakesh lied smoothly, trying to sound authentic. "Twelfth floor."
Ranga wrote it down carefully. "And how long have you been working there as a senior financial consultant?"
"About six years now," Rakesh added, gaining confidence. " I..I handle corporate projects there”
Ranga finished writing. He set the pen down gently on the notepad.
Then, a slow, terrifyingly wicked smile spread across his bearded face. He didn't look at Rakesh. Instead, he slowly turned his head toward Ustad, who was sitting at the edge of the bench.
"Ustad..." Ranga asked softly, his voice dropping into a deadly, razor-sharp whisper. "Why the fuck is your friend lying to my face?"
Ustad’s breath hitched. His eyes widened ….
Rakesh’s heart hammered against his ribs. He tried to force a nervous laugh. "Lying? What... what lies, Ranga Saab? I just told you—"
BOOM!....
Ranga stood up still having that calm ruthless demeanour.
"Are you telling me the fucking truth?!" Ranga asked his dark eyes scary even though calm..
Rakesh stumbled back against the wall, his face turning pale white, his mouth open..
Selvam stepped forward, reaching into his back pocket. He pulled out a crisp, folded sheet of A4 paper and slapped it down on the center of the table right under the bright beam of the projector light.
"Look at the paper, Mr. Vanguard," Selvam sneered cold-bloodedly.
Monica leaned forward, her heart racing as her eyes scanned the document. Rakesh stepped trembling toward the table to look.
It was a high-resolution color printout of an official Government of India Identity Card.
DELHI METRO RAIL CORPORATION (DMRC)
Name: Rakesh Mehta
Designation: Senior Executive Engineer (Infrastructure & Planning)
Employee ID: DMRC-88412
The entire shack went dead quiet. The air felt thick enough to suffocate in.
Ranga leaned over the table, his towering frame casting a massive shadow over Rakesh. "So, Mr. Rakesh Mehta... Senior Engineer for the Central Government... why did you craft a whole mountain of bullshit about a private Gurgaon firm?"
Rakesh’s knees literally shook. He backed up .. sweat bursting across his forehead in heavy beads. "I... I... Ranga Saab, please... let me explain—"
Ustad jumped up …. "Ranga Anna, listen to me, he’s my friend—"
"Shut the fuck up, Ustad!" Ranga barked without turning his head, pointing a sharp, thick finger at him. "Nobody speaks except him!"
Rakesh was on the verge of sobbing, his corporate confidence completely obliterated. "Ra..Raa..-Ranga Saab... I lied because... because I have a strict government service contract! Government engineers aren't allowed to take private commercial consulting gigs on the side! If my department finds out I'm doing private valuation work for private resorts, I lose my job …plus I ..error..We thought you won’t ever decide to work with a government employee!”
Monica quickly stood up from her chair, stepping smoothly between Ranga’s terrifying presence and her crumbling husband. Her composure was tested, but her eyes remained sharp!
"He's telling the truth, Ranga Saab," Monica insisted firmly, her voice clear and commanding despite the heavy tension in the room. "Rakesh is a senior government engineer. We lied about the firm name purely to protect his government standing, not to fool you about the resort calculations!...we just did not want unnecessary eyeballs mentioning about his government job!"
Ustad nodded rapidly. "Yes, Anna! He's harmless! We did not want government job fiasco within our deal..He did not exactly mean to lie”
Ranga stared at Monica, then slowly turned his smoldering, wicked gaze back onto Rakesh
"Harmless?" Ranga sneered, a dark, sinister chuckle rumbling deep in his chest. "A central government officer walks into my private valley with hidden identities... right when the cops are sniffing around my border posts?"
Ranga took two slow, deliberate steps around the table, closing the distance until he was standing inches away from Rakesh.
"How the hell do I know you two aren't fucking undercover agents?" Ranga asked "How do I know you're not wearing hidden cameras right now to build a case against my syndicate?!"
Rakesh panicked completely, raising his trembling hands in the air. "No! No! I swear on my life, Ranga Saab! We are not spies! Check us! Search the laptop! Search our bags! Check my clothes right now! We have nothing to hide!"
Monica held her ground, looking Ranga straight in his eyes. "Ranga Saab, come on please! look at him! Look at us! Do we look like undercover cops to you? Search everything we brought into this room if you don't believe us!"
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