Mohabbat Buri Bimari
Chapter 2
'Ah, my friend you are here!' came a familiar voice.
'Kavin! Long time buddy! How have you been?' asked Sachin giving Kavin a friendly pat on the back.
'I am all good! Good to see you man. I am sorry for whatever happened. I was shocked to hear it all when you called me that day' said Kavin.
'Thanks to you Kavin. I really don't what I would have done without you' said Sachin.
'You have said it now. I don't want to hear it from you ever again' Kavin warned him.
Kavin worked as a journalist in a local newspaper company. Sachin was thoroughly enjoying his stay in the new town. Wicksteed was a small town and within two weeks, he got used to the shops and the nearby locality. Sachin returned almost every day just to have a look at the mansion which he had seen on the very first night of his arrival. However the strange thing was that, he never saw anyone walk in or out of the mansion. It was partially hidden by a high wall and a fence. It was indeed a mystery to him.
O-o-o-o
'I need a job Kavin. Can you think you something for me?' said Sachin one evening as they were sipping black coffee.
'I was going to ask you about it. Glad you came up with it yourself. I have already spoken to my boss. I will let you know soon' said Kavin smiling.
O-o-o-o
With Kavin's help Sachin got a job in the newspaper company. But it didn't interest him at all. Sachin then worked for some months in an ad agency. But something was amiss. He was not at all satisfied with his work.
O-o-o-o
Days passed and each passing moment made his life dull and boring. Sachin needed some thrill and excitement from his usual boring routine. One night luck finally shined on him. He was sitting on the park bench gazing at the beautiful yet silent mansion. Suddenly, a thread of light stabbed the darkness.
Sachin sat up straighter. He wanted to see the residents of the mansion again.
The handsome man and his beautiful wife.
He thought he could while away, watching the rich.
'Lookin at it won't make it yours!' came a raspy voice making Sachin jump.
A short, pudgy man moved into the light. Judging by his features, he appeared to be in his sixties and had two sharp little eyes. He was dressed in a grey suit and wore a string tie.
'Who are you?' asked Sachin narrowing his eyes.
'A nearby resident' said the man.
'What do you want?' asked Sachin.
'Are you new in this town? I saw you many times staring at this house' said the man.
'It's just...' said Sachin sheepishly.
'Never mind' said the man quickly.
'Smoke?' he asked offering a cigar.
'No thanks' said Sachin.
'What brings you here to this small town of Wicksteed, young man?' asked the man.
'I would prefer to keep mum regarding certain matters' said Sachin.
'Interesting' said the man.
'D - Do you know who owns this place?' asked Sachin unable to restrain himself.
'Yeah I know. Who doesn't know that the house belongs to the freakin' bastard?' said the man in an angry growl.
'Who?' asked Sachin, his curiosity peaked one more time.
'It belongs to Sameer, the spoilt billionaire and his wife.' said the man.
'What does he do?' asked Sachin in an interested tone.
'He owns the Torque Club' said the man.
'What Club?' asked Sachin with a blank look.
'You haven't heard about the famous Torque Club? It would be worth millions!' exclaimed the man. 'And the bastard owns it!'
'Calm down! Why are you so angry?' asked Sachin.
'Some other time young man' said the man.
Sachin stared back again the closed French windows wondering what Sameer would be doing right now. Seeping peacefully in his warm and comfortable bed apparently.
'Would you be looking for a job Mr...?' his voice trailed off.
'Sachin. What makes you think so? Does my face look like I need help?' asked Sachin.
The man puffed at his cigar.
'I saw you aimlessly wandering and staring at this mansion many times. Mind you! Even though the town is small, jobs out here are very hard to get. I got an impression you could do with some friendly help. But if I am wrong, excuse me and forget that I ever met you.' said the man.
'Sorry for offending you sir. I could do with a good job. I tried to do some odd jobs but sadly they didn't interest me' said Sachin.
'Call me Frank. Frank Holland.' said the man.
'Nice meeting you Frank' said Sachin shaking his hand.
'Where are you staying?' asked Frank.
'Second Block, Gurney Street, right in the next lane. I am staying with a friend of mine. Kavin' said Sachin.
'Ah! The young journalist. I know him' said Frank.
'What job have you got for me?' asked Sachin.
'Do you know how to drive a car?' asked Frank.
'Sure. Why?' asked Sachin.
'Meet me tomorrow in my office at 10 am. And make sure you come in a car' said Frank.
'But why? And I don't have a car.' said Sachin.
'You'll get one on hire. See you tomorrow at 10. Here's the address' said Frank handing Sachin his card.
Sachin stared after him as Frank Holland dissolved in the darkness. His heart was thudding with excitement.
'Who was this mysterious Frank Holland? What would be his job? Why was Frank so angry with Sameer, the owner of the famous club?' Sachin wondered.
'I hope I'll get all the answers soon. He walked back home and went off to bed immediately waiting for the day to dawn soon.
