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Rajiv woke up with a start. It had been 20 years since their house had been attacked, since he lost his sister Poorva. But it all seemed so fresh, as if it were only yesterday that their house in Andheri was covered with shards of glass, bullet casings, violent fire, followed by the grief of losing his elder sister Poorva and her fiance - Agent Shiv, to the now most dangerous man in Mumbai - Victor Khambatta. The eerie silence had lasted in their house for 20 years, and now revenge had become a distant dream. Khambatta had grown exceedingly mighty, and getting one's hands on him had become more difficult than ever before, even for the ACS' top agents - Agent Rajiv and Agent Sujay.
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The 2 brothers had followed their father's footsteps into the ACS, and General Joshi could not have been any prouder of his two sons; they reminded him so much of his erstwhile favourite and best agent - Shiv, but he was afraid they would remind him too much of him, he did not want to lose them too. He did not admit it aloud, but the very mention of the name 'Victor Khambatta' would give him jitters. But a relief was that Khambatta was now settled abroad, away from the direct reach of the Indian ACS. In fact, he did not even have a criminal record any more. It's astonishing what money can do to a man's image. Gen. Joshi could heave a sigh of relief that his prized sons were safe.
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The news channel displayed a familiar face. 20 years of ruling the organized crime in Asia had not taken its toll on the man, now 50, as he was filmed getting off his Beechcraft B-200 at the Juhu Aerodrome. Glad in a dark lilac blazer and white trousers, the salt and pepper look on him complimented his stature. His classy Cartier sunglasses and a thin moustache on his smug face made him look distinguished to the unsuspecting eye, but Gen. Joshi knew him as the 30-year-old aspiring crime-lord who had wrecked his family 20 years ago. He had returned to the city after 15 years, with 'setting up a luxury resort'as front for expanding his web wider. Gen. Joshi knew that his very arrival would set Rajiv and Sujay on his tail, and he had to stop his sons from diving into the clutches of death itself. Little did he know, that Rajiv's cabin in the ACS was already abuzz with an ingenious plan to eliminate their No. 1 enemy.
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"How did we not know this was being constructed? It's in God damned Thane!" Sujay yelled.
"Considering how he always conceals the rest of his projects, it rarely comes as a surprise. But we have to get our hands on him this time, and discreetly. If he slips away this time, we'd best kiss our revenge plans goodbye" Rajiv said, "Moreover, we must execute this with utmost care, involving the ACS for personal vendetta is a bad idea, especially since this demon carries a clean image in public.
"I have a plan to assassinate him, dada" Sujay said, "No one would even suspect we did it.
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Thane was booming. With MNCs bustling into the metropolitan extension of Mumbai, the real estate rates had skyrocketed, as had the number of skyscrapers in the city. At the centre of the whole cement and metal enchilada stood the grand Arshia Resort, named after Khambatta's beloved daughter Arshia Khambatta. At its grand unveiling, Khambatta walked with his beautiful daughter, as shutterbugs filled the air around them with flashes of incessant photographs. To most of them she looked like a dream, with her auburn hair, sharp features, green eyes, rose-bud lips, and a well toned figure. The emerald dress she was wearing was slit at multiple places, revealing her curves in an enticing way. Her face skin glistened in the lights of the night; she was sure to find a way into every man's fantasy that night.
Khambatta walked protectively with his daughter, thinking of every man present as a threat to their lives. He was right in a way, for 2 agents of the ACS had already booked themselves among the first privileged guests of the Arshia Resort.
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Khambatta was eager to meet the first guests of his magnum opus. He was expecting a few Sheikhs, some flamboyant businessmen with a middle age crisis, or some royalty with more money to splurge than to donate, but what he saw blew him away.
Two young men stood ahead of the entire line. Dressed in dapper suits, the two gentlemen seemed like foreigners, with their well done hair, sharp features and poise. They probably did not know each other, based on how they were oblivious of each other's presence. But there was something about them that reminded Khambatta of someone he knew decades ago.
His train of thought was interrupted by the sight of the taller man kissing Arshia's hand. The normally proud Arshia readily let him hold her hand, and they gazed into each other's eyes like two lovebirds. Khambatta broke their eye contact by extending his hand right through the air between them.
"Khambatta," he said.
"Pleased to meet you," said the other man, eager to shake Khambatta's hand from behind the taller man. "Shahir Azad," he said excitedly, as he shook his hand. The first man joined him, with a nod of his neck, saying, "Roy Bakshi," and turned his gaze to Arshia again. Uncomfortable, Khambatta nudged her ahead to meet the other guests, who were clearly not as charming as the first 2 guests they met.
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"I have never felt so attracted to any guy before," Arshia said, two hours later, as she lay cuddling with Roy in his room. After a sumptuous dinner, Roy had whisked her away with his smooth talk and they had made some steamy love in his room.
"How come you have never been proposed to?" Roy asked.
"Dad never let them near me!" Arshia complained.
"Are you scared of him?" Roy asked.
"Why would I be? I am not the one who's losing my money-Oops! I wasn't supposed to tell you that!"
Roy pretended not to hear that, but he knew something was wrong about Khambatta's return to Mumbai; he could tell seeing the way he was leching on to every guest with a fat bank balance. And now it was confirmed. He was hoping it would aid their plan of taking him out, but something felt off. He turned to see Arshia's beautiful face next to his. She was sleeping peacefully, curled up in the sheets close to him. He felt his stomach leap, and saw 2 feet below his room door. It was Shahir, or as he knew him since the day he was born - Sujay.
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They spent the night in Sujay's room reiterating different versions of their plan, and just before the break of dawn, Rajiv was back to his room, just in time to watch the beautiful Arshia wake up from her slumber. There was no expression of regret, guilt or fear on her face but plain ecstasy, that which came from many things, one of them being being in love.
http://greenersideofgrass.blogspot.in/2015/05/khambatta-is-dangerous-man.html
Rajiv woke up with a start. It had been 20 years since their house had been attacked, since he lost his sister Poorva. But it all seemed so fresh, as if it were only yesterday that their house in Andheri was covered with shards of glass, bullet casings, violent fire, followed by the grief of losing his elder sister Poorva and her fiance - Agent Shiv, to the now most dangerous man in Mumbai - Victor Khambatta. The eerie silence had lasted in their house for 20 years, and now revenge had become a distant dream. Khambatta had grown exceedingly mighty, and getting one's hands on him had become more difficult than ever before, even for the ACS' top agents - Agent Rajiv and Agent Sujay.
________________________________________________________________________
The 2 brothers had followed their father's footsteps into the ACS, and General Joshi could not have been any prouder of his two sons; they reminded him so much of his erstwhile favourite and best agent - Shiv, but he was afraid they would remind him too much of him, he did not want to lose them too. He did not admit it aloud, but the very mention of the name 'Victor Khambatta' would give him jitters. But a relief was that Khambatta was now settled abroad, away from the direct reach of the Indian ACS. In fact, he did not even have a criminal record any more. It's astonishing what money can do to a man's image. Gen. Joshi could heave a sigh of relief that his prized sons were safe.
________________________________________________________________________
The news channel displayed a familiar face. 20 years of ruling the organized crime in Asia had not taken its toll on the man, now 50, as he was filmed getting off his Beechcraft B-200 at the Juhu Aerodrome. Glad in a dark lilac blazer and white trousers, the salt and pepper look on him complimented his stature. His classy Cartier sunglasses and a thin moustache on his smug face made him look distinguished to the unsuspecting eye, but Gen. Joshi knew him as the 30-year-old aspiring crime-lord who had wrecked his family 20 years ago. He had returned to the city after 15 years, with 'setting up a luxury resort'as front for expanding his web wider. Gen. Joshi knew that his very arrival would set Rajiv and Sujay on his tail, and he had to stop his sons from diving into the clutches of death itself. Little did he know, that Rajiv's cabin in the ACS was already abuzz with an ingenious plan to eliminate their No. 1 enemy.
________________________________________________________________________
"How did we not know this was being constructed? It's in God damned Thane!" Sujay yelled.
"Considering how he always conceals the rest of his projects, it rarely comes as a surprise. But we have to get our hands on him this time, and discreetly. If he slips away this time, we'd best kiss our revenge plans goodbye" Rajiv said, "Moreover, we must execute this with utmost care, involving the ACS for personal vendetta is a bad idea, especially since this demon carries a clean image in public.
"I have a plan to assassinate him, dada" Sujay said, "No one would even suspect we did it.
________________________________________________________________________
Thane was booming. With MNCs bustling into the metropolitan extension of Mumbai, the real estate rates had skyrocketed, as had the number of skyscrapers in the city. At the centre of the whole cement and metal enchilada stood the grand Arshia Resort, named after Khambatta's beloved daughter Arshia Khambatta. At its grand unveiling, Khambatta walked with his beautiful daughter, as shutterbugs filled the air around them with flashes of incessant photographs. To most of them she looked like a dream, with her auburn hair, sharp features, green eyes, rose-bud lips, and a well toned figure. The emerald dress she was wearing was slit at multiple places, revealing her curves in an enticing way. Her face skin glistened in the lights of the night; she was sure to find a way into every man's fantasy that night.
________________________________________________________________________
Khambatta was eager to meet the first guests of his magnum opus. He was expecting a few Sheikhs, some flamboyant businessmen with a middle age crisis, or some royalty with more money to splurge than to donate, but what he saw blew him away.
Two young men stood ahead of the entire line. Dressed in dapper suits, the two gentlemen seemed like foreigners, with their well done hair, sharp features and poise. They probably did not know each other, based on how they were oblivious of each other's presence. But there was something about them that reminded Khambatta of someone he knew decades ago.
His train of thought was interrupted by the sight of the taller man kissing Arshia's hand. The normally proud Arshia readily let him hold her hand, and they gazed into each other's eyes like two lovebirds. Khambatta broke their eye contact by extending his hand right through the air between them.
"Khambatta," he said.
"Pleased to meet you," said the other man, eager to shake Khambatta's hand from behind the taller man. "Shahir Azad," he said excitedly, as he shook his hand. The first man joined him, with a nod of his neck, saying, "Roy Bakshi," and turned his gaze to Arshia again. Uncomfortable, Khambatta nudged her ahead to meet the other guests, who were clearly not as charming as the first 2 guests they met.
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"I have never felt so attracted to any guy before," Arshia said, two hours later, as she lay cuddling with Roy in his room. After a sumptuous dinner, Roy had whisked her away with his smooth talk and they had made some steamy love in his room.
"How come you have never been proposed to?" Roy asked.
"Dad never let them near me!" Arshia complained.
"Are you scared of him?" Roy asked.
"Why would I be? I am not the one who's losing my money-Oops! I wasn't supposed to tell you that!"
Roy pretended not to hear that, but he knew something was wrong about Khambatta's return to Mumbai; he could tell seeing the way he was leching on to every guest with a fat bank balance. And now it was confirmed. He was hoping it would aid their plan of taking him out, but something felt off. He turned to see Arshia's beautiful face next to his. She was sleeping peacefully, curled up in the sheets close to him. He felt his stomach leap, and saw 2 feet below his room door. It was Shahir, or as he knew him since the day he was born - Sujay.
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They spent the night in Sujay's room reiterating different versions of their plan, and just before the break of dawn, Rajiv was back to his room, just in time to watch the beautiful Arshia wake up from her slumber. There was no expression of regret, guilt or fear on her face but plain ecstasy, that which came from many things, one of them being being in love.
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