Hence, you are here pal, well you receive my gratitude. So coming back to the real deal, this story doesn’t have a side. There is nothing such as the good guy and the bad one, its all up to you to choose. When things go out of hand, even the D.E.A. has to play dirty.
So the story starts, hold onto the seats as you are goona witness the rise and fall of the most troublesome human that walked on the planet.
Mumbai, 2002
A new day starts and passes away within moments, this city never provides you with a chance to relax. Thousands of people within India move to this city with high hopes, running like mad horses to pursue their dreams. This city is gifted, the west might identify it as a city with tall dull skyscrapers surrounded by filthy slums but there is a different side to it. I am just the devil’s advocate here, in other words I am the narrator of this story.
What would remain of a dream it all were to come true? Do we question ourselves upon that? Nope, we don’t.
That is what the city is, it will build you up or break you like broken shards of glass.
The city was bustling as ever, but that fortunate day would change the fate of the city or rather unfortunate as you might see fit. I wouldn’t choose a side here. I remain just a regular D.E.A agent and I do what I am ordered to. Off and on for the greater good, you must ignore the freaking commands for the higher ups.
‘I see, so you have passed out from IIT Bombay!’ stated man wearing a pale shirt that had now turned yellow, as a result of ageing. He wore a rugged old jean and a sandal.
‘Yeah, that is what everyone here says and that is the fucking expression all of my relatives give after knowing that I had rejected 13 job offers.’ said a man with messed up black hair, he had fairly short moustache and frenches beard. He had a slender yet a muscular physique and was dressed in a yellow t-shirt and blue jeans.
‘Then what did you work so hard for? I mean only the excellentest minds in the nation obtain admission there!’exclaimed the man in the shirt.
Both of them were seated on the beach, gazing upon the stars as the waves approached their feet.
‘So you mean to say that I must get a dull job and spend all of my life working like lab rats, well that isn’t what I look forward to.’
‘So, what is it that you want?’ inquired the man beside him as he lay down on the sand.
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‘In front of the world we are nothing but trashy slum dwellers, we are considered to be miserable idiots that spoil this city. One day the world will bow down to this city and to me.’Brij remarked.
The other guy giggled.
‘You sure talk big mate, but given the premises that fucking day isn’t going to kick our doors.’ he said as he busted into laughters.
‘Have you ever put some money into the cat fight in our area?’
‘I have heard of it, its stupid but it does have some serious money behind it. But still, making two fucking cats fight!’remarked Brij.
‘Today’s match must begin within another 20 minutes. Why don’t we give it a shot?’
‘How much can we make out of it?’ asked Brij.
‘If we are lucky enough we might end up with a lakh or two inside our pockets!’
’Take me there Amjeet, and we might have a feast out there.’
‘You sure?’
‘I fucking am.’
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Both of them entered into the narrow gateway to the slum, filled with filth, completely unclean.
The houses were cramped, like a hundred metres long rope coiled inside a 10-cm ball. Insanely populated, the place that begins the very start of this story.
‘Well its quite a lot of people out here!’ remarked Brij.
‘This is quite popular among the people here. A lot of them put their money into it.’ informed Amjeet.
‘I merely have two hundred bucks, that’s all I have now.’ said Brij.
‘That should do!’ Ajeet had to scream even though he was just a metre away, the noise almost made Brij’s ears go numb.
‘There are three cats out there, one of them named Lula has remained undefeated till date. I suggest that we select her.’
‘You lack innovation Amjeet, lets decide on the one at the left.’ pointed out Brij.
‘That one is way too shy, it wouldn’t even last for a minute out there.’
‘Don’t worry to put it into the one at the left.’ ordered Brij.
‘As you say motherfucker!’
The fight then began.
Lula dominated the battlefield as she scratched the other two’s face first hand.
‘I told you Brij!’ screamed Amjeet bursting out of anger.
‘Just fucking wait bro.’ replied Brij calmly focusing on the fight.
The fight turned the tied, the so called Lula looked powerless against the timid one as it bit her neck.
The fearful one won the fucking fight and that was where he made freaking 2000 dollars in a single day.
As cash prize was being given to Brij while he chuckled Ajeet’s face was expressionless. A man came out of nowhere and punched Amjeet.
’I invested 50k on that fucking cat and you think I would allow you take it all away!’ he said as he tried to punch Brij but was shot in the forehead.
People screamed in fear until they noted a man coming out of the crowd, walking towards Brij. That guy was Fatir Khan, the ultimate slum gangster in Mumbai.
‘I am impressed! You alone had invested money on that shy cat.Why did you do so even after knowing that Lula was the best in the business?’asked Fatir.
‘Instincts always help sir, if I were to lose I will have not have a hard day. If I had placed money into Lula then the prize would have been distributed among hundreds but I thought that if the one won, then I would go out with the lucky bang here.’he replied.
‘You are quite a kid! I hope you aren’t employed judging from your looks.’
’No sir, I am unemployed.’
‘Good, tomorrow onwards you will work for me.’ said Fatir as he patted him and walked away.
That was where the fucking game started, and this would get us hooked for a freaking decade.