His Desirable Possession

4: His Dadaji

December 2019: the IMPERIAL palace penthouse, 7AM, Delhi

“Gerrrrrr” the continuous vibrations of his mobile disturbed his morning dream, where he found the solace with her presence which is absent in reality.

Reaching out for the mobile, his first instinct was to lash out on the person who dared to disturb his dream. After reading the name flashing on the screen his heart pumped the blood more rapidly, it’s been so long he got a call from this person. One he personally appointed to find *her*.

“You found her?” he came straight to the point. He has been like that since birth, talking only necessary things. He hates to waste energy on unwanted conversations no matter who they are. Of course except HER if only she allows.

“Bengaluru, Jaynagar. Latest traced address. Further enquiry got to know that she has been residing there from past 1 year.” His excited reply was cue that he knows how much important this news is to his BOSS.

“You are done if this is another failure AGAIN” His cold threat sent shivers to the detective. This is not the first time his detectives traced her, but every time they find her address she will disappear before his men reach there. As if she gets to know about it every time.

“This time I did my work very discretely sir so she won’t get any hints. We conformed her identity in all the available cctv’s near her house and working place. It’s MAM only and…” the information was so specific and the detective was eager to fill his boss all of that.

“Then what are you f*****g waiting for? Send the men to her place IMMEDIATELY” His interlude showed his desperation.

“We already surrounded her house sir, I’m talking from her place only”  the much needed reply came calming his pulsing nerves a little.

“I will hunt you if lost her, I’m coming.”  Ending the call with a threat in his infamous icy cold voice he dialed the only person number whom he can call his friend without delay.

“Your jet is ready and I’m 5 minutes away from IMPERIAL.” That is his friend. No need for any order, Dev always knew what he wants.

Wearing whichever t-shirt his hands laid on in his walk-in closet and Picking his valet, HUBLOT and ipone he dashed out with a hastily beating heart in his tracks only.

***

“He texted me in the morning telling about the address and I instructed him to surround her house with our men. I prepared your jet immediately. I also got to know much unbelievable information. I’m damn sure you going to get her this time no matter what.” Dev filled in all the necessary information in there ride to the airport. He simply nodded his head to all the words with a stiff jaw and firmly gripping the seat’s hand rest in a back seat.

He didn’t even question his friend’s attire knowing very well that the upright and mighty IRYA RAJVIR SINGH who always conscious about his dressing, talking and walking style since childhood gives no f**k about all that when it comes to her. He becomes different, he is only IRYA the lonely man desperately searching for his LADY LOVE.

Dev was only 15 when he met IRYA, who was cold like iceberg and emotionless. Being the grandson of IRYA’S grandfather’s friend he was expected to learn business along with studies in IMPERIAL headquarters. For a 16 year old guy IRYA was too upright, mature, calculative and ALONE.

No one was there to understand him and LOVE him. It took him a year to warm up to Dev and understand the meaning of a true friend. In this 12 years period their friendship became unbreakable.

Dev witnessed and shared his friend’s happiness and agonies staying by his side always. But in this 28 years old IRYA he still can see that lost 16 year old boy who was alone and need of LOVE.

Once the jet is in air IRYA went in to the bedroom in jet to get ready. After showering, dressed in jet black personalized Armani suit, wearing his watch he walked out to seat in front of Dev. He gives a damn about his looks now but he doesn’t want to MEET HER looking like a s**t. Even though he knew that she don’t even meet his eyes and despise his presence his little heart always had a little hope.

***

BENGALURU : Jaynagara 

“What!?” reaching the house where his men were expected to be guarding in order to stop her escape, both were not at all expected to hear the NEWS the detective narrating with a petrified voice.

“Yes sir, even we didn’t expect to see Badesaab’s PA and his bodyguard RANA here!! He came and took both of them with him. We didn’t have in us to STOP him.” He bowed his head in shame yet again he failed in his task.

“What are you talking? What is MR.INDRAJITH’s PA doing here? How the hell my DADA knows HER?! Are you f*****g playing with ME?” To say Irya is confused as f**k is an underestimating. This all made no sense. What is this nonsense his detective sprouting? There is no way in hell his Dada knows his SARA. After all the people in this world he didn’t expect his own Grandfather to be involved in his personal life.

"Sir I wouldn’t dare to lie to YOU by putting my life at risk. Mr.Datta personally came here when we were closing the door sending madam and the kid inside to stop her escape. When we told them its chotesaab’s order, Mr.Datta told it’s Badesaab’s order and no one can disobey him even YOU.” His reply stunned both Dev and Irya.

“I need to talk to you rajvir, NOW.” Dev spoke for the first time since hours. It’s high time for him to vomit all the information he read in the file the detective sent him in the morning which shocked him to the core.

Dismissing the detective and Irya’s trusted bodyguards to join the group of 40 guards outside the tiny house premises. The entire colony people where sent inside of their houses allowing no one to take a glimpse of HIM.

They are not in a position to entertain another scandal now. Sending their men to this small area is more than enough to grab the attention. They cannot disclose the person behind it too. There was only small space for parking also. Only three cars were able to enter.

Once everyone was out, the impatient soul urged him to speak up soon with the edgy look. He is in distraught state. A complete dilemma, not understanding what is happening.

“I understand you didn’t see the mail yet which I forwarded you in the morning. The thing is, when they were tracing SARA’s address, her bank account transactions gave away the shocking news. Dadaji has been sending her money, the dates surprisingly coincides with the times when she used to escape us after being traced. Not only that..”

Every single word ignited the fire in the listener’s eyes and his fists are fighting the urge to throw punches at someone to quench the burning rage inside him. He listening everything while gritting teeth. Until the last stray hit him hard, he kept his hand indicating to stop. He is unable to digest everything.

“Are you telling me that my Dada was f*****g my life all this time behind my back? Hiding what was mine while I was searching her like f*****g bloody maniac?!” He is enraged. He wants to smash everything and everyone which dared to take her away from HIM.

“Yeah, even I was shocked to know that and also...” again he was interrupted by the smashing sound of the only plastic chair present in that small room to the wall.

“Enough!! no,... no Dev, he wouldn’t dare to mess with my personal life. He wouldn’t dare,” He was not ready to accept it. How can he? They don’t even share a single personal conversation. They don’t even look at each other face except in office meetings. They hate each others. He always stays away from his matters. Then how can he know about SARA?

“But these proofs say otherwise VIR. And what will you say about DATTA coming here with Dadaji’s bodyguard RANA who follows him like shadow, personally to take her away? And for the god sake stop interrupting me and listen to everything completely. Tracing a single woman who has no money and power takes a week for a normal person Vir. It can be done within hours for a person like you. But it’s been 4 long years. We were hunting her for damn f*****g years. Yet she escaped easily, it can happen when she has a back of MORE powerful person than you!” Taking a deep breath and noting down the realization drawing in his friends eyes he continues.  “And she has been working in a RMV school where your grandpa is the trustee.” He completed the information concerning INDRAJITH’s part and waited to reveal the remaining half which is much more imperative.

He was scared to spill it. He was terrified of Irya’s reaction after listening it. But it can be hidden. He has to know. Making sure to keep his tone under control he uttered the dreadful words.

“S-She wasn’t alone when they found out her whereabouts Vir. She was living with a K-Kid. A b-boy. Who calls her M-Mamma. Which means she....” His stammering narration came with an abrupt halt after looking at the icy cold eyes which he witnessed only once in his 12 years of friendship. And that was not at all a good sign. It’s a warning for you to run for your life.

"What the f**k are you saying Dev? She, My SARA has a baby? Someone dared to touch her?” Before he become a complete beast with rage Dev swiftly filled in the remaining information.

“But no one was found in the records. Only she and the kid were living here. She joined him in the same school.”

But it made no difference for IRYA, all he can see is red. But the main concern is he has to get her from his grandfather. And he the only solution is DEV. Turning towards Dev, holding his both hands he pleaded his friend.

“I don’t care if she is married, a widow or a single mother. I want her. I cannot LIVE without her. Please Dev bring her to me. Dadaji likes YOU. He will listen to your words. So, explain to him what  SHE IS TO ME. Only you can bring her to me from him.”

This is the first time he witnessing his friend pleading someone. He never in his life saw him utter simple request for anything forget about please or sorry. Or the expressions on his always emotionless face like rock. What is this GIRL turning his friend into? Normal person talking and showing emotions that is able to love someone who he failed to do from so many f*****g years.

His heart shuttered to see that vulnerable look on his friend’s. Still a small smile made its way on Dev’s tear stricken face. With a promising look he held the hands more tightly saying "You don’t have to ask me for anything saale, I will do anything which makes you happy. And bringing Bhabi to you is my responsibility. Trust me in this. She will be in front of you before this day ends.”

With that both made their way to the airport.

***

NOTE:

Dadaji: Paternal grandfather

Bhabi: Sister-in-law

Saale: Hindi slang word.

Viraj: Everyone calls IRYA with this name only. No one is allowed to say the first names; It’s an old custom in their family.