neeelwrites/thedon’snest/parttwelveofdangerouslove/fiction/novella/16/08/2017

THE DON’S NEST  ( PART TWELVE- DANGEROUS LOVE)  

By Neel Anil Panicker

Don Afzal Bhai was thankful the room was sound proof. He had ensured that.

That way when hard leather connected with soft skin and the shrieking and the wailing and the crying and the pleading commenced, it stayed and died within its four walls.

And as the hour rolled over into the next and the shrieks and wails gave way to soft whispered oohs and aahs, a whiff of fresh jasmine wafted around the exquisitely decked up curtained room that boasted of soft low lights peeping out of highly ornate wooden lampshades that otherwise would have enjoyed pride of place in a millionaire’s abode.

Placed at the four corners abutting the master bed that spread out invitingly like the spiralling waters of a giant oceanic wave full of froth and fury, the lights served another larger purpose.

Its beams fell directly on the massive master bed where lay the most feared mafia don of Old Delhi, naked like a new born, eyes shut, body and mind long lost to the sensual and sexual charms of the woman booby strapped to his body.

The woman, who matched the don every single measurable inch in nakedness, boldness, and naughtiness, was no ordinary woman. She was the Don’s mistress, his favourite stress buster, the   one who’s job it was to ensure his physical welfare.

Over the past decade or so, she performed her duties with a rare aplomb,

gaining besides Afzal Bhai’s trust and continued, a few prime properties in the heart of Lucknow, the place from where she originally hailed.

‘Ah, the pleasures of life’, Afzal Bhai moaned as expert hands worked their magic on his massive oak of a body, pressing a vein here, pulling and pushing a limb there, sending pulsating throbs of sheer pleasure scurrying through his loins.

‘Will you be staying over tonight, sanam,’ she asked, caressing his moustache strewn lips with a bunch of ripened berries, her hands finding solace deep down his lumbar regions.

Like a supremely satisfied cat having smacked clean all the milk, and now spread-eagled on all her fours, Afzal Bhai smiled satisfactorily as he pondered over the question.

Not a bad idea. There wasn’t much business to conduct early in the morning. The durbar could be postponed by an hour or two.

He was about to say yes when Salim’s words of last night reverberated in his ears.

“Boss, he’s trouble. Big time trouble. Ali’s bail application is due for hearing any day.

You need to do something fast. We don’t have much time on our hands”.

Three hours later, when he pushed aside the iron sliding gates of the third floor corner house appropriately christened Jannat Jahan, he was a changed man. Almost magically, his walk had turned sanguine, his kohl lined eyes had a fierce glow to it and as the noontime sun shone brightly on his jet black Mercedes, he slipped inside it through the half opened door, ensconcing himself comfortably in its plush interiors.

Looking over at Salim, who as his wont, was seated in the front seat, he barked “Ali mustn’t reach the court. Kill the bastard before that, preferably inside Tihar Jail.”

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neelwrites/alonelyvigil/parttenofadangerouslove/fiction/358/12/08/2017

Thursday photo prompt – Alone #writephoto

Hosted by the gracious Sue Vincent at https://scvincent.com/2017/08/10/thursday-photo-prompt-alone-writephoto/

A LONELY VIGIL

By Neel Anil Panicker

Prisons make for great camaraderie.

Call it brotherhood of the underdog, survival instincts, or sheer boredom,

it is not unusual for two people locked in a common cell to turn into best buddies over a period of time.

It’s two in the morning, though within the darkened walls of a prison cell, time is but a mere statistic, meaningless and of not much value.

Crouched in a corner and still holding in his hands the tiny cell phone, Ali just about had time to digest the earth shattering news that Moosa had conveyed to him seconds ago when he looked up to find his prison mate not just wide awake but staring down at him from across the cell room, a mystery smile playing on his lips.

It was a look that transported Ali back to his childhood days in his impoverished village in Gorakhpur; a look the landlord’s henchmen at the orchard farm used to give him when they suspected him of stealing mangoes.

Momentarily shaken, Ali quickly regained his composure, and looked his cell mate in the eye.

The two locked horns for what seemed an eternity. It was his cellmate who broke the stare and flashed a smile, only this time it was a wide, friendly smile, a smile that seemed to say, “don’t worry man, we’re both sailing in the same boat. All your secrets are mine too and shall remain so, forever buried in my heart’.

It was not long before the two convicts got talking. Before daybreak, Ali and his cell mate, whose name he came to know was Lakhi alias Lambu had become thick buddies.

Within the next few days and nights, the two had shared enough of their lives and confided just about enough to forge a strong bond of friendship.

Come nightfall and as the prison would plunge darkness, the two friends would huddle around the bed and converse for long hours till they fell prey to sleep.

It was while in the midst of one such nightly conversation that Ali received a call from Liza, a call that had the potential to change the course of his life.

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neelwrites/thediscovery/FFfAW/part9dangerouslove/fiction/09/08/2017

FFfAW Challenge Week of August 8, 2017

Hosted by the wonderful PJ at https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/08/07/fffaw-challenge-week-of-august-8-2017/

THE DISCOVERY

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Dorothy. Thank you Dorothy!

By Neel Anil Panicker

“How long have you been with me, Salim?”

‘Around forty years, Afzal Bhai.’

“Forty one years, three months and two days.”

Salim nodded his head.

His boss had an elephantine memory.

The two were at Begum Jahanara Park, the sprawling fifty acre green belt in the heart of Old City.

An oasis, a much needed succor from the daily heat and grind of existence that life in a big city had become, any city for that matter, least of all the capital city of India.

An avowed morning person, the don loved coming to the Park, located a stone’s throw from Sumer Manzil.

The chirping of the birds, the early morning dew on soft grass, the all around stillness__there was a ring of freshness in the air that the don found very invigorating.

An hour’s stroll through the tree lined cemented pathways past bright eyed dangling dahlias and smiling angel white lilies worked like magic for his mind, body, and soul, though of the last his detractors wondered if he had any.

It was Salim who had requested his boss to postpone the durbar by an hour.

“Ok now,  what’s bugging you?”

‘Boss…it’s Liza, your daughter.’

“What about her?”

‘Boss, she…she’s in love…with…Al’.

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neelwrites/watcher/fiction/thursdayphotoprompt/03/08/2017

Written for Sue Vincent’s weekly writing prompt at https://scvincent.com/2017/08/03/thursday-photo-prompt-watchers-writephoto/

Thursday photo prompt – Watchers #writephoto

 

THE WATCHER

PLACE: TIHAR JAIL

TIME: A LITTLE AFTER TWO IN THE AFTERNOON

It’s Sunday afternoon and the prisoners are trudging back from the workshops.

The gruelling five and half hour morning shift has just got over and the inmates, some five hundred of them segmented into ten groups of around 50 each are being herded back to their cells where they would remain for the next hour until the stony prison walls reverberate with the sound of the bugle, the signal for the commencement of the next shift, mercifully half an hour shorter.

Uniformed prison guards march them down long, dark corridors that further open into windowless dark square blocks that house the prisoner cells.

Each cell comprises at least five times its official capacity of four inmates, especially now as it reaches the pinnacle of the year end festival season and also when winters are at its prime.

In no time, the prisoners, men of varying ages in matching pale blue attire stumble back to their barracks, their heads bent and shoulders stooped, their pale work weary eyes downcast with a pervading sense of gloom and despair much like the way tiny black ants get swallowed into teenie weenie holes.

A visibly bored betel chomping prison guard, machine gun slung loosely strung around his arm, escorts Al, the last of the inmates back to his egg shaped cell at the far right corner, and then troops back to his watch post at the other end of the long tunnel, the sound of his boot steps piercing through the eerie stillness that hangs like a huge albatross all around the high ceilinged walls of ‘C’ Wing.

As his fellow prisoners embrace sleep, their emaciated frames wrapped around in foetal positions, Al ponders over the end of another day, another week in this hell hole, and then escapes into dreamland, jumping across the heavily fortified walls of what is Asia’s largest penitentiary and straight into the arms of his beloved Liza.

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FFfAW Challenge-Week of 8-01-2017

Flash  Fiction for Aspiring Writers hosted by PJ at

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LIZA- THE DON’S DAUGHTER

This week’s photo prompt is provided by TJ Paris. Thank you TJ!

By Neel Anil Panicker

TIME: 4:30

EARLY MORNING:

PLACE : CORNER BEDROOM, THIRD FLOOR,

SUMER MANZIL,

OLD DELHI

The tears traverse the path of vengeance.

They stream down Liza’s face with great force; a fusillade of water bursts not unlike a long dormant volcano that finally erupts with brute centrifugal energy__hot molten lava seeping through the skin and burning the insides of her ravaged soul.

They slow down, ultimately forming into tiny little rivulets of salt and water that soak with the dank fairness of her soft skin, the usually crimson red cheeks turning  several shades lighter to an almost creamish grey, as if consonance with and announcing their solidarity with her fractious emotions.

As a cool breeze blows in through the half opened windows, she sits, her legs crossed, arms entwined to her chest, all body limbs as if in solidarity with the melange of emotions that run helter skelter in her head that’s neatly wrapped under thick, lustrous half golden hairs.

Amidst utter silence, time floats by unhurriedly as Liza warms herself in the comfy comfort of her soda cum bed by the wall, her beautiful arms extending out of an off-shoulder olive brown nightie, the soft as a tissue hands cradling to her chest a life sized all-white teddy bear.

Both the teddy and its owner stare at the world outside through the netted slits of the Mughal era styled old world psychedelic windows, the latter pondering and wondering at the topsy turvy events that have marked her short two score life on Earth.

The blare of the loudspeaker from atop the minarets of the Jama Masjid pull her out of her reverie.

It’s the call for Azaan__the prayer of the faithful; a time to renew one’s pact with Allah, a time to pay her daily ritualistic obeisance; a time to ask Him for mercy, seek solace, and perhaps acquire guidance for the dangerous life changing mission that she has planned for herself.

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