Joined: 11 May 2009
-Khushiii! - I gasped, someone was calling my name with a shout to say the least inhumane ...
- What is it, Arohi? - I snapped, furious and annoyed by her hyper-activity
- Oh, nothing ... I just wanted to know: have you prepared the documents? -
No, I sighed - I have not had the time ... -
- Khushi-she snapped - the event is tomorrow morning, and we have to go to the police within two ... -
- So what? - I said - See that I'm perfectly able to do it! -
-Sure, sure- she whispered, convinced that I could not hear . I sighed, Arohi, despite her brusque way, was right: we were in a monstrous delay. The next day, in the central square of Chicago,it was going to be held a major demonstration against the mafia organizations, and I, as an active participant and an honorary member of the "Free Will" I was obliged to organize all the events, from the simplest such as, for example, the fight against animal experiments to the corruption in the political sphere. I started to be active in the socio-political at the age of sixteen, when I began to be able to think coherently and to break away from the "mass" of hypocrites and ignorant of my surroundings. At that age I was living in a small town, a small urban area that had barely three thousand inhabitants, a world unto itself, made up of gossip and hypocrisy, inconsistencies and falsehoods. I had always been against a girl, already in Detroit, the place where I lived with my mother before I moved, I resented the superficiality and indifference of my friends, my classmates and all the people I knew.
But in that small town my discomfort, so if we can call it, was accentuated by the sight of bigoted and hypocritical people who populate. My classmates were unbearable define them apathetic would be an insult to the entire human race ... they were more than apathetic, were completely disinterested in the world around them ... were simply out to make sure to know everything about the last super technological mobile or dress designer, not caring about the rest ...
I still remember with absolute precision the way I looked when, during the course of modern history, I was exposing my point of view, to say the least cynical and disillusioned about the world around us. I remember perfectly when my teacher decided to suspend me because I had the courage to say out loud that the war in Iran purely economic, with the sole purpose of appropriating the goods of others and destroy entire populations ... I tried to banish such thoughts to devote to important things: I had to go into town and judiciary to get "permission" to organize the event. I printed out a copy of the approval document and took the bag: it would be a very long day.
Chicago traffic at that hour of the morning, it was nerve-wracking for anyone ... looking to my right I noticed a motorist who seemed on the verge of hysterics, and I would not have blamed for no reason at all: we were stopped at the same point the highway for more than half an hour now. I snorts, taking a cigarette from the dashboard: although I knew that smoking was bad for your health, when I was stressed out I just could not help it. After about a quarter of an hour I noticed that the last line of cars began to thin, and breathing a sigh of relief mixed with exasperation, I pressed on the accelerator, driving at moderate speed. I arrived in town about ten o'clock in the morning, and opened the door leading to the offices of the employees I felt a buzz of voices coming from the office to my right. Intrigued, I went to the door and heard someone talking loudly, excitedly.
- Damn-that voice snapped - I had specifically requested that the event was prevented! -
- Try to calm down-said another voice ... the voice of the mayor! - I could do nothing to prevent the event! the law prevents me from ... -
- I do give a damn of your stupid laws! - Cried the first voice - You decide, here! Have you forgotten the legacy that is "accidentally" came into your bank account last month? Or the Rolex that you gave to your son for his birthday? -
- What can I do?! - Cried the mayor, that I heard him muttering in a low voice - look, it's just a stupid show, but the deal goes anyway...-
- Vishal! I've already said that we have to talk about these things in private! Out! -
- Meena - said the mayor with anxious voice - let me and Mr. Raizada only, please-
Wait a minute ... Mr. Raizada? That Mr. Raizada? The number one boss of the Mafia quintessential American? Did I misunderstand? What was Mr. Raizada with the mayor of Chicago?
Suddenly, all the words that they had previously said those two made me think: Read, event contracts, deal ... Son of a b*tch, I thought angrily. And so the mayor was involved with the boss of the most dangerous criminal organization in Chicago and its surroundings?
What a bas***d ... I heard light footsteps approaching the door ... Meena likely that was leaving the office ...
I hid, they did not have to see me to eavesdrop, and I automatically pulled the camera out of my bag: I couldn't miss this. I'll take a picture of those bas***ds and will sent to the first newspaper willing to publish it.
The girl left the office, but made a big mistake. An error which, from my point of view, it was a real godsend, she left the door open.
I rejoiced in secret for that dumb girl, and I approached the door, trying to spy.
And I saw them: the mayor Vishal Malik and Arnav Singh Raizada in an animated discussion, trying to impose one's will on the other.
The discussion focused on some rigged contracts in the area east of Chicago, including the mayor, it seemed, who was the beneficiary. They mention absurd figures, extent of one hundred million dollars, and I wondered how a person, a human being, could never be happy with what he have, but just to make money and have wealth, they should cheat and harm others. The world really sucks, I thought angrily.
The discussion lasted about half an hour, I saw Raizada to head towards the door, escorted by bodyguard. With a sinking heart I hid behind a pillar to my right and I kept the camera ready. The mayor shook hands with Raizada and his henchmen, and I decided that this was the time to act. One shot, two, three ... too bad, too focused on the events that happened, I did not notice one thing: I had not entered the off mode of the camera sounds. Shit, I thought when I saw the heads turining toward me. Big mistake. Now what? I had left only one alternative: to escape. Cursing mentally, I headed towards the exit, noting in passing that shocked faces staring at my slim figure running at breakneck speed.
Too bad that, at the exit of the town hall, I found a black limousine and four men staring at me.
I tried to escape but it was useless: the men, all dressed in black, surrounded me and one of them walked in a threatening manner towards me. At that moment my life reappeared before my eyes, just as happens in the movies. I saw myself child in the arms of my mother, I saw myself playing football with Kunal, my best friend, I saw the face of my father happy and excited on the day of graduation ... Because I knew that my life would end. Maybe not here, not at that moment, but I knew that my end was near ... all for an unforgivable technical error.
The boy approached me, his face was dark and deformed by an evil grin ... I closed my eyes, trying to ignore the frantic beat of my heart and the fear that, in that moment, gripped my stomach. I hoped he did in a hurry, I hoped not to feel pain, until ...
- Do not touch her! - Ruled a hoarse voice, terribly attractive and equally bad .. the voice of Arnav Singh Raizada.
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