neelwrites/costlyfling/fiction/sixsentencestories/19/02/2018

A COSTLY FLING
By Neel Anil Panicker 
It started out pretty innocently, a casual dalliance, a mere fling, one of those outings that two high ranking and married individuals engage in when work demands drive them to spend endless hours closeted together on weekends.
But in between poring over voluminous data and  decoding intricate red and green squares that blipped on Excel sheets and pie charts, the two stumbled upon each other’s eyes.
It was not very long after that the peering shifted onto other contours of the human body.
Thereafter, the flood gates of unbridled passion were smashed open and the two succumbed to the  undulating pleasures of the human flesh and found themselves drowing in the maddening sea of lust.
By the time the two lust driven waywards realised the gargantuan folly of their debauchery and put an end to their nocturnal indiscretions it was too late.
It had cost two bitter divorcees besides leaving behind a retinue of severely disaffected young ones, their collectives fates hanging in limbo.
 (C)2018neelanilpanicker #fiction #shortstory
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neelwrites/pitch/sixsentencestories/fiction/shortstory/257words/09/02/2018

THE WRONG PITCH

By Neel Anil Panicker

“I am sorry, I’m very terribly sorry Sir to have lost the contract.”

So, what do you have to say in your defense, Mr Srivastava?”

“Sir, I trust me when I say that I left no stone unturned in my efforts to impress the meeting. Right from doing weeks long research and knowing every single thing about Smith & Sons to even knowing the strengths, weaknesses, likes and dislikes of Mr Smith as well as his two sons, Robert and Edwin I did all that was humanly possible to ensure that they give us and us only the million dollar worth of contract.”

But alas! Despite all your well intentioned efforts you failed, you failed in securing the deal, this all important contract that was worth over ten million dollars and which now has gone to our arch enemy, the Kapoors. Isn’t that so, isn’t that what is the stark, bitter truth, Mr Chief Deal Maker, the all knowing Perfectionist non parallele?.

“I am sorry sir, but what else could I have done”?

What else? You haven’t done one thing wrong, you have done the most important thing wrong. You made the wrongful assumption and thought Smith & Sons means it is an all male enterprise whereas the reality is that it is hundred percent owned by matriarchal head of the family, eighty year old Mrs Elizabeth Smith who even today takes every single decision about all personal as well as business matters. You stupid fool, you made your pitch but it wasn’t to the right person.

©neelanilpanicker2018 #fiction #shortstory #sixsentencestories #257words

WELCOME TO SIX SENTENCE STORIES

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This week’s cue is PITCH!

 

 

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This week’s cue is DRY.

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SHOOTOUT AT TIHAR (episode 33 of ongoing novella “A DANGEROUS AFFAIR”)

By Neel Anil Panicker

It took all of sixty seconds for the languid throng of office workers and the motley crowd of litigants and the ubiquitous entourage that had gathered in and around the sprawling Tiz Hazari Court Complex to realise to their utter horror that the gun shots that punctured the afternoon peace and reverberated all around the afternoon skies were not one of those dry runs that security forces indulge in every now and then to test their battle preparedness, but an actual gang war.
Inspector Sharma was the first to react and, whipping out his service revolver he ducked under the side doors of his police jeep parked out of view near Gate No. 4 even as he barked into the police walkie talkie: ‘Shootout in second floor, take positions’.

Just as the last syllabic sound escaped his lips, a bullet grazed past his shoulders shattering to smithereens the windshield of the blue coloured ‘Prisoners Van’ that was stationed diameterically opposite to where he lay crouched behind the rear tyres.

Sharma’s first instinct was to rush towards the van and rescue the 17 prisoners who had been brought from Tihar Jail earlier in the day for their respective court hearings.

It was at that moment that he heard the rat tat tat of machine gun fire and instinctively knew that that the action had moved towards his left, the western periphery of the eight acre complex.

The realization brought a chill to his bones and for a moment he lay there immobile as his mind fought with the damning reality: Dread mafia don Afzal Bhai was orchestrating this attack and the target was his one time acolyte turned sworn enemy Ali who was now in the Court Lockup awaiting his turn before the honourable judge.

(c)neelanilpanicker2018 #fiction #novella #adangerousaffair #293words

To read previous episodes click on the links below:

PART 32 https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2018/01/15/neelwrites-anarrival-threelinetales-part32ofadangerousslove-novella-fiction-15-01-2018/

PART ONE:

https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/07/27/neelwritesffphoningaroundfictionromance100words27072017/

PART TWO:

https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/07/28/neelwrites3linetalesphoningaround-part2fiction28072017/

PART THREE:

https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/07/30/neelwritessundayphotofiction03ofdangerouslove30072017/

PART FOUR

https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/08/01/neelwritespart/

PART FIVE

https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/08/01/neelwritessixsentencestoriesepisodesixofdangerouslovefiction/

PART SIX

https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/08/03/neelwriteswatcherfictionthursdayphotoprompt03082017/

PART SEVEN

https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/08/05/neelwritesgaffarmian-alifeoutsideprisonwallsthreelinetalesfiction188words/

PART EIGHT https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/08/08/neelwritescatsoutofthebagpart8ofdangerouslovefiction08082017/

PART NINE https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/08/09/neelwritesthediscoveryfffawpart9dangerouslovefiction09082017/comment-page-1/#comment-3979

PART TEN  https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/08/12/neelwritesalonelyvigilparttenofadangerouslovefiction35812082017/

PART ELEVEN https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/08/15/neelwritesthedisclosurespfpartelevenofdangerouslove15082017/

 

PART TWELVE https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/08/16/neeelwritesthedonsnestparttwelveofdangerouslovefictionnovella16082017/

PART THIRTEEN

https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/08/21/neelwritesbordersixsentencestoriespartthirteenofadangerouslovefiction195words21082017/

PART FOURTEEN

https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/08/24/neelwritesthehitpartfourteenofadangerouslove24082017/

PART FIFTEEN

https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/08/25/neelwriteswearinganewshadeadangerouslifepartfifteenofdangerouslovefiction25082017/

 

PART SIXTEEN

https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/08/26/neelwritesthechiefjailwardensofficepartsixteenofadangerouslovesixsentencestoriesfiction26082017/

PART SEVENTEEN

https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/09/07/neelwritesthegetawaypartseventeenofadangerouslovefiction07092019/

PART EIGHTEEN

https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/09/09/neelwrites-parteighteenofadangerouslovefiction09092017/

PART NINETEEN

https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/09/15/neelwritespart19ofadangerouslovethursdayphotopromptscatterfictionnovella860words15092017/

PART 21

https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/09/19/neelwritespart21ofadangerouslovesixsentencestoriesplate19072017/

PART 22:

https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/09/30/neelwritescryinthedarortrappart22ofadangerouslovefictionnovella133words30092017/

 

 PART 23

https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/10/03/neelwritesanoldfoxrememberspart23ofadangerouslovefictionnovellaspf03102017/

PART 27: https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/10/28/neelwritesbiggamehuntingpart27ofadangerouslovenovellafictionthreelinetales28102017/

PART 28: https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/12/02/neelwrites-dramornightmare-part28ofadangerouslove-novella-fiction-02-12-2017/

PART 29

https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/12/10/neelwrites-timesticking-part29ofadangerouslove-novella-fiction-10-12-2017/

PART 30

https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/12/11/neelwrites-labyrinth-part30ofadangerouslove-novella-fiction-100wordwednesday-11-12-2017/

PART 31

https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2017/12/16/neelwrites-targetpractice-part31ofadangerouslove-novella-fiction-177words-16-12-2017/

 

neelwrites/revenge/sixsentencestories/fiction/20/01/2018

REVENGE OF THE REJECTED

By Neel Anil Panicker

The memory of his betrayal ripped through her heart, searing and singeing every single sinew, vein and muscle in her five foot slender frame, shattering to smithreens her mental peace, causing her to wobble unsteadily all around her spartan room as she howled and shrieked, hurling invectives like the way certain mad women do at traffic intersections.

‘The bastard’, she hissed, ‘you will pay for this; pay heavily for this rejection of my body and soul’.

The sky outside her 17th floor hotel room overlooking the Arabian Sea morphed a purplish dark, the clouds that hovered above now floated around menacingly__forming, disforming, and re-forming amoeba-like as if desparetly searching for land masses to shower their venom upon.

Shweta plonked herself into the corner wicker chair and downed the last drops off the Vodka bottle.

Considerably calmed, her quitened mind now a steady boat, she planned her next course of action.

She had already made up her mind: Harshit had to die; it was just a matter of when and how.

(c)neelanilpanicker2018 #fiction #flash #sixsentencestories

neelwrites/unjustwages/sixsentencestories/flash/223words/12/01/2018

(UN)JUST WAGES

By Neel Anil Panicker

Under the thin near faded out cotton saree that Rina was wearing, a sudden jab of pain shot through her chest as she violently dug her dirty long nails into the knuckles of her hands.

After much effort she looked up and across the table at her tormentor Mr Das, the night supervisor, the one who was hell bent on making her life difficult, the one was was now eyeing her with unbridled lasciviousness, the one who was unashamedly licking his lips in anticipation of the answer that he expected of her ever since she had joined Bright Cotton Fashions as an apprentice six months ago.

Her heart trembling, the lips quivering, her voluptuous body shivering uncontrollably and on the verge of collapse, Rina looked at the evil figure in front of her and somehow prised open her lips to say NO but the words simply refused to come out of her mouth.

Instead, dis-formed montages of a cancer stricken husband, a paralytic bed ridden mother, three impoverished school going children, their mouths gaping at empty food plates floated in and out of her benumbed mindscape.

YES,” she screamed out, “I cannot afford to leave this job. I will do whatever you say”

‘Good. Then it’s settled. We have an agreement. You get to keep the wages. And I get to keep you’.

(C)2018NEELANILPANCIKER #FICTION

WELCOME TO SIX SENTENCE STORIES

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This week’s cue is WAGE.

#FLASH #SHORSTORY #SIXSENTENCESTORIES #223WORDS

neelwrites/anewbeginning/fiction/flash/shortstory/sixsentencestories/02/01/2018

A NEW BEGINNING

By Neel Anil Panicker

Ali looked on, nonplussed, individually scanning the faces of all the four.

His eyes bore through the tallest of the them, the long haired, nose pierced, teeth yellowed Lama.

The latter was nearing the end of his hour long monologue.

He had by now run threadbare through each detail, explaining, detailing and analysing the cumulative ramifications of it all.

‘So in effect you are saying that this bank, manned by an armed security guard and eighteen close circuit cameras and that too located bang on the middle of a perennially busy main thoroughfare is ideal for us to carry out a strike and scoot off with fifty million rupees, right?

“No, all I say is that it is a start if not the perfect one.”

©2018neelanilpanicker #125words #sixsentencestories

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SSS A BIT LATE…

This week’s cue is SUSPEND…

A MASTER CLASS

By Neel Anil Panicker

“Listen, dear friend, trust me when I this and am saying this not out of my hat but out of my experience, a great many years of hard won experience.”

‘Do I have a choice? Go ahead, I am all ears’.

 

“So here it is straight off the horse’s mouth: If you want to take a wow class and win friends and influence people then you should suspend all judgement.”
‘Hmm…interesting, in this world there is no dearth of free idea floaters and now that I see you too have joined that ‘Entry By Invitation Only’ club why don’t you enlighten me as to how exactly do I go about this earth shattering path breaking pedagogical strategy that you so elegantly have euphemistically christened as SUSPEND ALL JUDGEMENT?’

“Well, first of all you should keep your eyes and ears open in the class to look around for any and all sorts of non-academic activity and that includes all sorts of shenanigans including coochie cooing into one another’s ears, engaging in near animated discussions about the morals or lack of it of neighbourhood street dogs, and even heatedly analysing threadbare the inverse correlation between the rising levels of global warming and the plunging necklines of Hollywood beauties.”

‘There it is, I got it, a bit paradoxical though it may be. First, I need to keep my eyes and ears open and then close them. A class act indeed’.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #six sentence stories #fiction #short story #237 words