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God knows how many parts I will write, but for now, ENJOY this as I have not decided future and morning of my night ! 😆
And, I am extremely SORRY for any kinda mistakes ! Pardon me ! 😃
A Night to Remember
One
She checked the time as she left
from office, it was already seven. She was getting late for dinner, she quickly
packed up and left her cabin but the walk between her cabin to the main door of
the office took another thirty minutes as her colleagues needed her to solve
their problems as a chief. She was exhausted but however, she with a fake and
plastic smile solved the problems at work. She mentally shouted, 'Another fifteen
minutes in the parking, thirty for traffic, HELL! I will be late' and she again
tried to smile and advised as fast as she could and left for the dinner.
It was official dinner,
nevertheless she was much worried for it as it could change her fate, she was
in need of one opportunity and she knew it that it was the one. She drove fast
as she wanted to make an impression of foreign clients. She wanted to give her
best. Not that she was greedy for one chance, but she wanted to move out from
the place, this place, this city and this atmosphere was unbearable for her.
She closely shut her eyes to stop her thinking, to stop those haunting memories
from past. She just wanted to shut down on everything and make a new start, but
she could not as she knew, nothing was fairy tale in real world and her reality
sucked. She was on traffic signal and she saw few kids on the street, playing
and then, she saw another kid by the road with flowers on his hand, he signed
her to buy those beautiful white flowers from him, but she denied and smiled.
For whom she would buy flowers, she thought.
From last five years, she was in
this city, and from last three years, living almost alone. She was set in her
life, but she was not satisfied, and from last three years, she worked
impossibly hard to move out at any cost, but she did not get any opportunity.
But, today was the chance and she did not want to miss it. She was in her
thoughts and her cell phone rang, she saw it, it was from her lawyer, she
dropped the cell on the board as she was not mood for any kind of advice then.
It rang again and again, but she avoided. As soon as she entered the grand
luxurious, lavish hotel, she was amazed because she had memories with it, she
was disturbed for a fraction of a second and then, she realized she was getting
late and she was not perfectly dressed, she ran to washroom. She adjusted her
hair, did light make up, touched up her soft lips with gloss, she again,
checked her crisp white, skin tight shirt which was exposing her curves that
any man would fall down on knees for that, and her comfy, professional jacket.
She opened her hairs, and adjusted it once again, and then looked at herself in
the mirror for a second,
'This night will change your
life, Geet. Go. You can and you will do it.' She said confidently.
She grabbed her bag and laptop.
As she reached the front area for reserved bookings, she saw a round table
covered with white table cloth, and a tag of reserved in her company's name.
She wondered because the clients had not arrived yet, she smiled as she thought
she might be late but she was not. She took her seat and did some work on her
laptop before her clients came. She was happy as she got some time to improve
few things before they come. She ordered wine for her. She was busy in her
work, totally unaware of the activities going around in that hotel, from the
backyard of the hotel, few men with guns in their hands and completely armed,
entered and few of them slowly, without grabbing attention of anyone, moved to
the busiest area of the hotel, conference hall, restaurant and VIP suits.
***
He was there from last two hours,
he already discussed his deals with his clients and then, again he arranged
another meeting at the same place. He was happy because in last two hours, he
passed two major deals and made benefit of crores which nobody, present in the
restaurant could not even think, he felt like he was on seventh sky, as he
achieved what he wanted, like every other time. He was happy but somehow he
felt like something in deep down from his heart was wrong, just something was
not well. He talked to his employees on call and made some orders for papers
and all, and greedily asked another client to reach there, as he was in mood
for making some money, and he knew nobody could deny him, he ruled them; he was
the king of his world, his empire, his company. He was the man, whom everyone
believed and his actions were never questioned, what he used to say was the
law. He was ruling his world, as cruel and mean king. From last three years,
everyone around him knew that he is their man and what he orders, they have to
do. Last three years, if anything changed or not, but he was changed, he was
more mean, cruel and heartless, then. He used to smile bitterly as always, if
he heard the word 'heartless' about him, as he knew, he indeed was.
He was waiting for his clients,
and working something and out of the blue, he heard the music, so own, so
close, so melodious and so haunting. Her favorite song, he quickly called one
of the servants and asked him to change the song within next few seconds, and he
already warned him and bribed him. He closed his eyes, tightly. He could not
think of her as of now. He hated her. She was out. She was no one, then. He
kicked her out from his life before three years. She was dead for him.
She smiled as her favorite song
played in the background, she was started to humming it slowly, and then
suddenly it stopped. She stopped. She was annoyed. She muttered under her
breath, 'Mad people, who the hell on earth would stop this music? Only one...'
and she stopped as she knew who he was. She was once again, surrounded by those
haunting memories, which she hated. He could not come to her mind, he did not
deserve her. He lost her, he was a monster, who ate her, who hate her and who
killed...
She hated him. He hated her.
***
After fifteen minutes, Geet
called her clients to ask about their whereabouts and she was upset and irritated
to know that they were not coming as they got some urgent work, the meeting was
postponed. She hated it. She hated waiting for someone and then, it was over
the top, the whole thing was cancelled. She was enraged and she sat there for
few seconds with fuming eyes, and then, she realized as it was a waste and she
ordered vodka to cool her down. She drank it in one sip. She knew, it was a
waste but then, her mind changed as she decided to have some fun, as it has
been three years she had not been to the bar, she got up and headed towards the
bar.
His clients led him to the bar as
they wanted to have drink, he absolutely hated the idea, but the only thing which
kept him silent and controlled was money and future benefit. He smiled a small
and continued. He was sitting in the corner, with a glass of Martini, clutched
in his hand. He was not interested in anything at the sight. He never liked
such atmosphere, not from the last three years, before three years, he used to
come here with her and they would dance, they would have fun and then, as
usual, they would be much drunk to drive themselves home, so they would go to
their reserved sweet room for lifetime, in VIP suit in the name of Mr. &
Mrs. Khurana.
It was nine in the clock, and it
would be so early, she thought. She ordered large vodka for her. She was
sitting in the same corner where he was, closely behind his back, on his opposed
face. She was sad as this place had some beautiful memories of her, of them. She did not wanted to think about
it, so she turned around and heard someone asking, 'Make it dry, with lots of
olives, and dry.'
The much known voice, and much
known choice. She knew it was him, she knew his choice very well. She was too
much drunk to think anything then, she looked at the bartender and signed him
to hand her the glass, with that she took the glass and hand it to him from the
back, and asked in sweet voice but bitter tone,
'Is that dirty enough for you?'
He instantly looked back with a
strange feeling that the voice was much known. He knew the sweet voice and very
well knew the bitterness hidden in the voice. It was voice of the woman who
cheated him; it was voice of the woman who used to be his wife and life. It was
the voice of a woman who left him, as a matter of the fact, whom he kicked her
out from his house and his life.
'You?' she cracked.
'You are not dead yet?' He asked
with same bitterness with maintained smile.
'I would love to, but I will die
only after I will ruin you.' She snapped.
'Oh! Then you would never... because
you are just nothing, no one to ruin me.' He bitterly stated and threw the
glass away.
The way he smirked and looked at
her, annoyed her and she instantly got up from there to leave, she was much
drunk to stand up straight, and she turned around,
'You Bast***...You...'
And she was on the floor,
unconscious and he rolled his eyes with a facial expression of frustration and
disgust.
***
After fifteen minutes, he was
carrying away her from the bar to the VIP rooms, he was waking down the
corridor with extreme anger and irritation. He, himself was in awe why he was
carrying her in his arms and to the top, he was about to check in after almost
three years in the same room of the hotel with her, in which they used to stay
in a situation like this, but if it was ordinary situation, they would be
cuddling each other in arms and keep themselves warm with each other, and she
would do all the possible acts to irritate him and he would like her but he
would roll his eyes and then, she would undress him forcefully and she, herself
would shy away from him and he would passionately make her his. They would
laugh and love, and love and laugh and love. He was in chain of those thoughts
and suddenly he remembered that he crossed the limits, he hated her. He kicked
her out, she cheated him. He shut his eyes with hatred for himself for thinking
about her, and took a deep breath. He would just get her a room so that she
would not sleep with...he thought and then again, he stopped.
On his way, he met his manager
who known them for years and who really knew how to handle, entertain and
comfort such customers. He smiled gently and came to him,
'Oh! Mr. Khurana, You came after
almost a year and that too with your wife!' he smiled again as it was part of
his profession and job.
But straight away his expression
changed as he saw Geet in his arms, unconscious.
'Is she okay? Do you want me to
call a Doc?'
'Of course, not. I would like you
to bring some lemon juice and meds. She is drunk, Mehra.' He said as he knew
Mr. Mehra, the chief manager from years. And he left.
What they did not know was the
shoot out in the conference hall in which there was some party going on. In
soundproof hall, there was no chance any outsiders would even got a chance to
here something doubtful. What they did not know was the other side, other part
and other wing of the hotel was in the process of destruction, what they did
not know was that, in soundproof hall for celebration, more than half of the
innocent people was dying or died. What they did not know was that some of the
armed man was around the ground floor and ready to kill people enjoying in the
bar and restaurant, what they did not know was that they were kidnapped by some
armed man they did not even know, and what they did not know was that, this was
the night to remember for the rest of their lives, and in the history forever,
as a cursed night, as an unfortunate night, as they will always remember and
tell the stories to others, only if they would, by any chance or good luck,
survive the attack, a night to remember.
***
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