It was night time, and the sun was set a long time ago. And they were just walking outside the mall just for a walk and chatting to each other like good friends.
They were just walking on the streets leaving his bike aside, and they were quite happy too. Devesh was having some mild conversation, and trying to get to know her, her interests and likes and dislikes. And then they entered a large building on the side . And she took out a ID card from her pocket
" What are we doing here?" He asked the running sakshi, who was heading to the main entrance of the building.
" It's my office, the main office or Drisyam news and paper. I have a little work to do. And you are not allowed here, can you wait a bit?" She asked politely.
And swiped her card, and entered it. And he didn't get the chance to say much and he got left behind.
She was about to enter the lift when Devesh suddenly appeared behind her. And she looked at him with shock.
" How? How did you do?" She asked.
" Your boss is my old pal. Don't worry, he called them to let me enter." He said with a grin to her.
"Really?" She asked in surprise.
" Do you know Mr Raghav?" And the lift opened, and inside of the lift was her boss, Mr Raghav.
And when she looked at him, she greeted him and both entered the lift, and Devesh was oblivious to it. And he continues his false lies.
" know him? We are best friends, chuddy buddies. We play in the same house, eat in the same house and do all the crazy things as kids . I'm like a brother to him." And she started to snicker. And her boss looked amused. She controls her giggles, which are about to burst.
" Oh! Oh ok. So you are really good friends with my boss?" She asked in mock surprise.
" Of course, how did you think I entered the building, by jumping over it ?" And he waved his hand, saying the last part as a joke.
" And -"
" Oh really, you are the best friend of Mr Raghav?" Said Mr Raghav to DJ, who looked at him.
" Yeah, what's it to you?" Asked Devesh in annoyance, seeing how cut him off in the middle of his sentence.
"Oh! Nothing, just I can't remember having you as my friend. Oh you may be my kindergarten friend, I don't recall that time of my life very well." He said to Devesh with that same amused smile that he has, and Devesh in his part was now sweating animatedly, he looked at Sakshi who was now laughing at him.
" Miss Sakshi, you may." And he gestured to the exit . I want to talk a little with my…..old friend. He said with that same smile. And she did just that.
"And you can submit the pictures to Dizzy. I'll check it later." And she in reply said,
" Yes Mr Raghav." And she left with that same smile, chuckling all the way.
And Devesh here was looking like he was done for his life.
" So! My old friend, let's talk." He said to Devesh, and Sakshi looked back at them, and he waved his hand on her. And after when she was out of view. He turned back and got into Devesh's personal space.
" Listen and listen carefully you punk, I'll say once, stay away from her, she is mine ok! And if you want your life, and some arm intact with your body, you better keep a distance. She works for me, so you better keep your distance, and don't you dare show your face again, and don't even think about her? She is way out of your league." And he placed his hand on his shoulder, hard. and gave him a small smile, and then patted her shoulder and left with that same smile.
And outside he was calling his friend in anger.
" Hey, Rony, what do you know about Raghav?"
" Raghav who?" He asked in confusion.
"Sakshi's boss." He spat in anger.
" Ohh! Let me check." And typed that on his computer.
" What happened?" He asked.
"Nothing, just tell me about him."
" Ohhh! Raghav Suryavanshi. He is the Bruce Wayne of India. And Tony starts off in the city. Rich playboy billionaire, and his best friend is….The Prime Minister Of India. He can literally buy us from body to soul. Yours probably twice ."
"Anything, that'll make your enemy."
"By me, you mean the society right?"
" Yeah yeah. Now can you please hurry."
" Ahh, if you want me to reward him then it's ok. Man has tons of posts dedicated to his social work. The man is a saint in that department. That man is clean as the curry of Ms Neani. Plan and simple. The more I read, the more I became a fan of him."
" Then marry him idiot. Any points that make his life miserable."
" Not that I can find, the man is good. But what happened was that he got your iron."
" Nothing." And he cuts his phone. And damn his luck.
He was in a bar, sipping on a drink, while his friend beside him watched the girls dancing on the floor.
Devesh passed him a drink, but the man simply shook his head. He had a round face, wore glasses, was in his mid-twenties, and had a small beard.
"No, thank you. I don't drink," he said.
"Then why did you choose this place?" Devesh asked, smirking.
"Stare at girls," he replied simply. Devesh looked at him, slightly bemused.
"What did you do with that 3D emulator I told you about? Here's the file you needed. There's the person willing to give an offer—name and number at the end. And give me some orange juice," he told the bartender.
Devesh gestured, and the bartender handed the drink to his friend.
"I destroyed it. You said your client asked for it to be destroyed—tell him it's done, just like he said. And Carry, what do you know about that Raghav fella of Drishyam?"
"Who? Raghav Suryavanshi," asked Carry, now known by name.
"Nothing, save him. The guy paid for my college tuition, and others as well. If you do something to him, consider our deal over." Devesh sighed.
"Anything new or interesting?" Carry asked, passing another folder to Devesh. It was thin but heavy with importance.
He first open the money bag, where he just glanced at it and whistle opened it carefully.
"It's a locker in the suburban district. Several people store black money there, in Swiss currency. Only one entrance, two windows, a big safe with a seven-digit lock. Seven guards in total: two at the door, two in the sniper tower, two at the building entrance, and one I don't have info on—all heavily armed. No police will come, but there's a heavy chance of reinforcements. Once you take it down, you're the enemy of everyone: police, politicians, doctors, lawyers, businessmen, professors… every part of society that can make your life hell. And that's if you accept it."
"Any names of that well-wishers of mine?" Devesh asked. Looking at the folder of money.
" 800K for that little work, you sure he isn't my lost uncle or something?"
"No idea. But I know the person—the one who handles it. Heard of the Horsemans?"
"Isn't that a brand?"
"It's an investment firm. They do more than just investments. They keep their business as clean as possible."
"Then how did you get this info?"
"The same person as before gave it to me."
" interesting. Who is this guy anyway?"
"He's got his eyes on you. You make some rich really poor, and he wants only eight percent of all that money."
"Fare I guess, how much money is there?" Devesh asked, looking at him carefully.
"Over a hundred million." Something almost felt like it fell in his head at that moment.
"Bills of 100, 50, 1,000, 2,000 francs… seven bricks in total, in Swiss currency. You'll need a truck and ten people to load it if you take the job. The money will be there for a month, then sent to Switzerland. I sent this info to three more people—two declined, and one I'm waiting for a response."
"Anything else?"
"Not much. Just remember—they aren't normal gangs. They're international. Take my advice, don't mess with them. They're dealing tonight, so there's no hope for you," he warned.
Devesh passed him a small cash folder.
" Isn't he being too greedy taking eight million for nothing?" Dj complained, and Carry chuckled as he tucked it into his pocket, and said.
" Info worth money my friend, don't you know it better." They both lapsed into a quiet moment, thinking.
"So, anything else you need?" The bartender asked from behind, breaking the silence.
Both of them looked up, almost in unison.
"Mr. Beast?" ( guess appearance)