“The meeting with health minister didn’t go well.” A girl in her mid 20s claded in a business suit with an I pad in her hand explained to the man doing pull ups.

“In detail Miss Baruah. Each and every details from his gesture to every word.” Abhimaan Singh Chauhan said going up on the bar and steadying himself with his eyes settled on his P.A .

Prerona nodded and walked towards the LED setup in the gym putting a pen drive, standing beside it as the recording of the last night meeting played there.

She has a specially made jacket which had small camera buttons which she wears only when she meets special person. And it gives them so much about the people they need to work on.

Video content

A man was sitting on the chair in front of Prerona who looked in his 60s wearing a white kurta pajama eating chicken while making slurpy noise as the saliva spread around.

He looked up at Preorna offering her his eaten chicken piece which she denied and he chuckled sucking on his fingers while looking directly in her eyes.

“Why don’t you work for me? How much he pays you? I will pay you twice of it.” He said as his eyes settled on her breast which were not visible due to her jacket being buttoned up.

“Why so much food raids on Prithvi hotel?” She asked in a formal voice “We already paid you monthly installment Mr Kumar.” She added taking sip of water.

The old man chuckled hearing her “Why didn’t you answer me? Does he gives you something else apart from money?” He chuckled wiping the syrup from his lips with his tongue.

Prerona put the papers in front of him “We had a contract Mr. Kumar. And you know very well the consequences of breaching the contract.”

He chuckled looking at the women in front of him who was like a shadow of Abhimaan Singh Chauhan, the man he hates most since he took over his hotels, gaining popularity more than ever seen before in Rajasthan.

“Let’s play a game. I will answer your one question and you will answer mine.” He chuckled putting the chicken piece aside and taking another one.

“Why sudden raids on our hotels?” She asked without beating around the bush.

“Someone complained against getting diarrhea after eating your hotel’s food.” He said with a smirk which was a clear lie “Why don’t you leave Chauhan’s and start working for me?”

“I get paid enough in Chauhan’s and right now I don’t see any need to leave them.” She replied “We both know it’s not the truth, please tell us truth behind the raids.”

Kumar chuckled seeing her acting so uptight “Truth is that he is trying to overtake me, my hotels. I would never let that happen.” He said with a sinister look on his face “Is he giving you another pleasure apart from money?” He said running his tongue over his teeth.

“We have a strict business relation.” She replied “Recently Mr. Chauhan’s father was attacked. Were you involved in any way?” She looked at him and that little flick in his eyes gave the answer.

“I am not a murderer.” He said putting the chicken piece down angrily.

Prerona stood up not having anymore question but stopped hearing him “You are not the only one who do background check on people. Your previous neighbors told that your father used to bring unknown men to your house every night and your mother’s screams used to be heard.” He chuckled making Prerona tighten her fist “And a year ago your father was found dead in unknown circumstances. Did he do it for you? Did he kill your father for you? Is that why you are so loyal to him?” He said whispering in her ear making Prerona shut her eyes close with the dirty smell coming from his mouth.

She walked forward wanting to leave when she felt her hand being pulled and only the buttons of kurta were visible in the video.

“What pride do you have being a daughter of sex worker?” He whispered.

“I will leave sir. Hope you have a healthy life ahead.” She said getting out of the room while he kept shouting.

Video ends

“That’s all sir.” She said while Abhimaan was lifting weights while she further explained “We got the man who tried to attack your father.” She said transferring some pictures and call records “Last night we got the accused out of the jail for some hours and got all the required information.” She put everything on the table as he came wiping the sweat off his body with a white towel and his sweat pants hanging low on his torso.

“What should we do Miss. Baruah?” He said looking at the pictures.

Prerona brought out a small vial from the briefcase beside her “This is potassium chloride. If injected in veins, it will cause heart attack and no one would be able to guess what was the actual cause.” She suggested and then put a pen drive beside it “It has some explicit videos of Kumar, documents of him being involved in the communal clash, drug scandal involvement.” She put the other option.

Abhimaan smirked looking at her both options “He is going to meet cancer ward patients today in Civil hospital, send his pictures of taking drugs to our rival press agency anonymously. Don’t run it on our news channel except for some bits here and there.” He said going out making Prerona furrow her brows.

“But it will bring TRP.” She said not understanding his plan.

He looked at her with a hint of smile on his face “Whom will he go to after our rivals will be beating him black and blue on their news channel?”

“He will come to us.” She replied.

“Exactly. And that’s what we want.”

“What will we do of his support? He will be a powerless man.” She questioned again.

“He has something I want.” He said going out as Prerona sighed gathering everything and putting it back in her bag.

Abhimaan entered his room throwing the towel in the bucket kept there and entering shower. Not taking much time, he was already downstairs and directly went to the temple in his house performing his daily Pooja. He soon felt his mother standing beside him as he finished taking blessings and offered Aarti to his mother. After Pooja, he took blessings from his maa going towards the breakfast table where his father and younger brother were already settled.

“Did you find the one who planned attack on dad?” His younger brother Parikshit Chauhan asked while he closed his eyes saying thanks to Mahadev for food.

Taking first bite of food he looked at his brother “Yes you will see him on news today.” He replied in short as his brother smirked.

“I got a call from your Principal about your missing classes.” His mother said coming to breakfast table as Parikshit looked at his brother and father to get some help.

“Mom that….I……..” He stuttered but was saved on time.

“Let him be jaan. He is just 19.” His father tired to interrupt.

“Well he was not just 19 when he destroyed Mrs. Rekha’s car.” She glared at her younger son.

“She was calling you old mom.” He tried to defend himself.

His mother glared at him “I am in my 40s. What do you expect, people to call me sweet 16?”

“But look at you, you look just someone in her early 20s.” Parikshit tried buttering.

“Don’t try to distract me Mr. Parikshit Chauhan.” She glared at him.

And the banter went on while Abhimaan smiled seeing the message from his P.A.

Same Evening

Abhimaan was sitting in Kumar’s farmhouse while his phones were still ringing.

“What you have to say?” Kumar said frustratedly to Abhimaan.

Abhimaan didn’t answer and only put some documents and pictures in front of him showing an opposition leader being involved in the communal clash which would be a perfect bait to divert attention from him.

“What do you want from me to give this?” Kumar asked knowing well Abhimaan won’t do anything for free.

Abhimaan smirked at him “Chief Minister’s involvement in previous CM’s killing proof.”

“What?” Kumar shouted.

“I know you have it.” Abhimaan said leaning back putting his feet on other thigh spreading his arms on the couch.

Kumar chuckled “I can have this document and you will be able to do nothing.” He said looking at his guards who came forward putting gun on Abhimaan’s head.

Abhimaan chuckled as he played another video showing Kumar being involved in something explicit with a younger woman “My press has this footage. They won’t take time to release it.” He chucked “What would you gain by saving C.M . He is going to throw you out of the politics anyway.” He added further.

Kumar glared at him when Abhimaan knew that only pressure would work “I told my people to release it at correct 9 P.M prime show. Only 5 minutes are left.” Abhimaan said as Kumar’s face changed.

“If you give me the proof, you can get this clip , release it in media and boom all the attention will be shifted to other party or you can get one more scandal on your receipt.” Abhimaan smirked “Only 4 minutes are left.”

Kumar instantly took the gun from his bodygyard and put it on Abhimaan’s head who calmly sipped juice “Stop your press or I’ll blow your head.” He seethed in anger.

“Oh come on man!! It’s 9.30 at night. I don’t have enough energy to fight you.” Abhimaan threw tantrums.

“I will seriously blow your head up.” Kumar warned him getting the safety off the gun.

Abhiman relieved a long  breath and looked at him with tired eyes “Kill me.”

Kumar’s hand shook hearing him “You are ready to die just for that shitty clip.”

Abhimaan stood up as his face morphed into utter innocence “No, no. I am such a great citizen of the country who is ready to lay his life down to tell the common people of my country…” He spread his arms “How these politicians are leeching off our hard earned money and spending on younger girls.”

Kumar looked angrier than ever “A great citizen? The one who blackmails others?”

Abhimaan shrugged his shoulders “I am just a little bit Robin hood type.” He chuckled when his watch ringed “Oh! Only 1 minute is left. What to do sir?” He looked at Kumar whose face paled “I am confused. Should I be a great citizen or a good businessman?” He sat back tapping his forehead with his finger.

Kumar thought about the consequences and then looked at the T.V

“40 seconds.” He said as Kumar’s breath fastened. Kumar thought about everything and finally decided to save his own ass for now.

“Fine stop it. I will give you the proofs.” Kumar said running inside and coming back in some minutes with a file.

Abhimaan opened the file and looked inside happy to get what he wanted as he moved to go outside when he saw a doctor entering inside. He looked at the lady nodding at her as she also nodded back.

Once Kumar got the proofs to divert the public attention, he was more than happy. He looked at the doctor entering with his supplements. He has always been obsessed with his skin which makes him taking supplement in his skin every week. And like every other week he laid down on the bed but what he didn’t know was that today instead of supplements he will be getting something else.