Friday, October 9, 2015

The Peace Crusaders: Chapter 18

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May 1.

The hut’s exterior was quite deceiving. It did look like an ordinary hut but the interior and its expanse could beat any huge mansion. It had three basement floors. However the hut-like exterior camouflaged the hugeness of the mansion.

People of Desh loved Lobhilal and his wife for their simplicity. It was evening now. Lobhilal and his wife had arranged a private party in the honor of Gushnell and Helen.

Before the party began Adarsh met Helen. He said, “I suggest a slight change in your plan. Babu- the headwaiter of the party- will carry out the plan on your behalf. He is equipped with all the resources and so you need not have to bother. Just enjoy the party.”

Adarsh then explained in detail the new plan to Helen. He also explained Helen’s and Babu’s role in it. He told Helen that he had already instructed Babu in detail.

For tonight’s party Lobhilal had requested president Gushnell to press upon the prime minister Hayan of Desh’s neighboring country Pashan to join in.

This neighboring country Pashan was a political ally of Bigland. Lobhilal wanted Gushnell to persuade the prime minister Hayan to declare ceasefire and stop the war his country was engaged in with Desh. Lobhilal knew that Gushnell had that kind of influence over him. In fact Gushnell was practically Hayan’s de facto boss. Lobhilal wanted to project himself a propagator of peace by way of the ceasefire and in turn impress his countrymen and rest of the planet. He was aiming for the highest ranking award “Berth Prize” for peace this year.

One more person invited for this diplomatic party was the chief of the armed forces of Desh. Invariably he used to be a permanent fixture in all of such meetings and parties because of his special relationship with Lobhilal. After all he was Lobhilal’s business partner in all the underhand dealings.

So presently he was required in the meeting not only for the war and ceasefire agenda but also for another more important agenda. Lobhilal had bigger designs of extracting enormous personal benefits in the form of huge kickbacks from the president of Bigland by buying a huge contingent of weaponry from Bigland. His chief of armed forces was a great negotiator for all the hanky panky Lobhilal indulged in. So really speaking the party’s predominant purpose was to meet this kind of lofty objective by entertaining Gushnell in a grand manner.

Interestingly Bigland also supplied all kinds of weaponry to Pashan, the staunch enemy country of Desh.

The evening started with exchange of pleasantries and small talk. Lobhilal and his wife personally ushered the guests inside the hut.

The security staff of the guests including Adarsh waited outside the hut in its security lounge.

After the initial fellowship was over, Lobhilal’s wife spoke, “May I request lady Helen and all the gentlemen to allow me to give you a short tour of my modest hut where my husband and I will finally settle down after our retirement?”

Among many surprise items that accentuated the lavishness of the interiors of the hut in addition to its large number of rooms, bathrooms, gilded walls, chandeliers, crockery, silverware, furniture were a collection of 170 kilograms of gold, 150 kilograms of diamonds, 4500 pairs of shoes, some 14500 dresses. No one else in the world could have claimed to possess that kind of opulence and vulgarity.

At the conclusion of a fairly longish tour of the hut, Lobhilal mumbled with politeness, “Hope you liked our little hut.”

Helen and Gushnell felt terribly belittled. They felt their wealth was peanuts as compared to what they saw. And what they saw was only the partial wealth stacked in the retirement home. Lobhilal and his wife were holding rest of their wealth in their current official palace. Yet Gushnell and Helen nodded in fake appreciation.

All of them settled down on the comfortable sofas in the drawing room. Babu- the headwaiter served them the first course of the most expensive alcoholic drinks and the choicest eats.

On such occasions Lobhilal had made it a ritual to publicize his generosity by sumptuously feeding the attending security staff, officers, and servants. So he ordered his headwaiter, “Babu, while you are serving us quite diligently please make sure to take care of each and every staff member present around the hut with drinks and dinner.” He looked at Gushnell and Helen. He found appreciative and quizzical expressions on their faces at the same time. He was more than satisfied for the effect he had created.

The party went into full swing with the second serving of still more exquisite drinks and eats. Babu served guests and staff with the highest interest.

……….

May 1.

On the surface Zintun’s secretary maintained an extremely intimate relationship with Zintun in every way though she really hated him from the core of her heart. This was a ploy she wanted to carry on with till she was ready to take her revenge on Zintun.

This morning she went to Zintun’s office, poured a drink for him, sat on his lap as usual, and showed the photograph of a new girl chosen by his executive assistant for the night. Zintun scrutinized the picture of the girl quite carefully.

She said, “Sir, this is the most beautiful girl that is being offered to you till date. I wish you to remember the occasion. Therefore we are going to make it very special for you. Other girls who had enjoyed your company earlier will present this new girl to you. I will personally select out those girls who had given you the best kind of pleasure. I know your taste. I will also join the orgy. The venue will be your private villa and not your private office. Private office for the ordinary and private villa for the extraordinary, isn’t that rule?

“When you are organizing such a fantastic treat for me do you think you have to seek my permission?”

Zintun was enamored by the very idea put forth by his secretary.

“Shall we start the program at 8 PM at your private villa sir?”

“Yes.”

She contacted some ten girls who were likely to please the prime minister once again on a promise of getting large numbers of expensive gifts in return.

She contacted Minmin too.

Minmin in turn met Shakti in his office. She informed him, “As decided the program is scheduled to start at 8 PM tonight at the prime minister’s private villa. Eleven more girls in addition to the secretary will join us.”

Shakti said, “Please go ahead and execute the plan with the help of Zintun’s secretary. I too will keep myself ready.”

In Zintun’s office his secretary entered Zintun’s office at around 5 PM. She served Zintun a drink, sat on his lap, planted a passionate kiss, and said, “Sir, I am going to the villa now. I will make all the arrangements to suit the occasion- decoration, lighting, tapestry, carpets, linen, towels, soaps, perfumes, dresses, silverware, crockery, drinks, food, every other thing that is necessary. And yes, one more thing- I wish to send away all your villa staff while we girls are alone with you. This is our usual protocol for the villa. Villa’s tight electronic security system will be armed as usual. Please be there by 8 PM. Bye sir.”

“Don’t keep calling me ‘sir’, I told you so many times.”

“Bye darling,” she planted one more lewd kiss. “I will always make sure to address you as my darling in future.”

Then she left for the villa.

At the villa she kept everything in perfect readiness. At

6.55 PM she instructed the entire staff of the villa to leave
the place. It was quite a routine for them.

At 7.00 PM the executive assistant brought with him the girl of the day, handed her over to the personal secretary and left the villa immediately.

At 7.15 PM sharp ten girls joined her.

She gathered the girls in one of the rooms of the villa. They all carried apprehensive looks. They were afraid that Zintun would violate them once more.

She first addressed the new girl, “Do you know why you have been brought here? Perhaps you may not fully know it. Let me clarify that you have been brought here to please Zintun. And in case of Zintun pleasing him means getting raped by him.”

The girl was shocked and frightened to hear this fact.

The secretary further added, “Don’t feel frightened. If you follow my instructions you will not have to suffer the atrocious act and yet you will be able to take revenge on Zintun for his disgusting intentions. Don’t worry, you will still be entitled to the sumptuous presents the executive assistant has promised you for your tonight’s engagement.”

The girl felt somewhat assured. She said, “OK. I’ll follow your instructions. I don’t want to be raped.”

The secretary then addressed the other girls.

“Relax girls. Don’t be afraid of me at all just because I am Zintun’s secretary and I have called you the second time. Today it is for an entirely different purpose. This evening we are going to punish Zintun for all his dirty acts not only with you but also with me. Frankly I am also one of you having gone through the same shameful humiliation at the hands of Zintun. That’s why I wish to ask you if given an absolute free hand how many of you will like to punish Zintun. Please raise your hands.”

All the ten girls raised their hands instantly. One of them hysterically cried, “I’ll squash that insect if given a chance. One more girl joined, “I am also 100% sure that I will like to kill him if given a free hand and no punishment.”

“OK, good. Listen girls, we are in it together now. So today’s program is to punish Zintun severely and take revenge. Get ready for it. I will now explain the modus operandi. You girls will concentrate on entertaining Zintun. Pretend to join and enjoy the orgy wholeheartedly. Give Zintun your company in drinks too. I will take care of the rest with your help. What help I need I will tell you then and there.”

All the eleven girls were now extremely happy that finally they would be able to take revenge.

Minmin joined them soon and got introduced to the rest.

Shakti remained in the background around the villa. None of the girls saw him there.

At 8 PM Zintun arrived. He was a punctual type.

No sooner he entered the villa all the thirteen girls flocked around him and offered their goblets of drinks with utmost eagerness and pleasure. The first one to offer the goblet was the new girl.

The personal secretary introduced her to Zintun, “Sir, here is your tonight’s beauty. Accept her. Very soon she will be all yours. Just have a little patience.”

Zintun felt exhilarated to have the bevy of nymphs around him. He felt charmed by the new girl. He behaved like a perfect playboy and Casanova combined. He obliged them by taking a sip from each goblet turn by turn. He knew that more rounds of drinks and other amazing indulgences were to follow to fill the entire evening.

Soon he started feeling a sensation of super excitement.

Some fifteen minutes passed after the start of the party.

Shakti was outside the villa and he heard a shriek followed by bouts of laughter and giggles from inside the villa.

……….

May 1.

Zahin’s wife rang the king Maramar. She said, “Here is a very bad news. My husband is on the deathbed. He was suffering from a deadly disease all along. But the doctors could not diagnose earlier. Suddenly this weekend the disease took a fatal turn. Despite the best treatment by the attending doctors, he continues to worsen. The doctors have given up all the hopes and advised me to start praying for his life. Please hurry up and come to our place. My husband wishes to personally handover to you and Sharifyar some secret papers of highest criticality. As per him these papers should not fall in any other person’s hands.”

“I understand his anxiety. He is a true statesman. For him nation’s security is more important even in the face of his death. I will soon be there madam. I understand your husband’s anxiety. I will ask Sharifyar to reach your house. Hope you have the highest security bandobast around your house as usual. Then Sharifyar and I don’t have to worry about.”

“Our house is fully protected with the highest category of national security.”

“Good, Sharifyar and I will be there in next fifteen minutes.” King Maramar declared.

For a moment Maramar thought of ditching Sharifyar. He was aware that Sharifyar was drifting away from him. Lately he had started doubting Sharifyar’s loyalty. But he didn’t want to give even the slightest hint about his knowledge of Sharifyar’s conspiratory intentions toward him. In the next few days he wanted to declare to his countrymen to have caught Sharifyar on the wrong foot, declare him as a traitor, and put him behind the bars for his various nefarious acts.

He finally decided to call Sharifyar and asked him to rush to Zahin’s residence.

Presently Maramar and Sharifyar seated themselves on two comfortable chairs that were placed near ailing Zahin’s bed in his master bedroom. They wore a pretentiously somber expression to suit the occasion.

Zahin’s wife served fresh fruit juice to her two guests.

“Please do not bother with the formalities. We will quickly finish the important work and leave your husband to continue to take rest,” Maramar pleaded. Sharifyar joined.

“It’s not a formality. In fact I am requesting your favor. May I request you to raise a toast to my husband’s health?”

Maramar and Sharifyar could not refuse the request made by Zahin’s wife. Zahin’s wife gave a small glass to Zahin and held one herself. The three of them wished for the speedy recovery of Zahin. Then they drank the juice.

Zahin seemed too weak to speak. He tried to smile and acknowledge his gratitude.

Zahin’s wife said, “Please enjoy your juice. Kindly help yourself with more from this pitcher,” she indicated to a jug full with fresh juice. She also placed a platter of dry fruits in front of them. “In the meantime I will go to my husband’s home office and fetch the papers he intended to handover to you gentlemen.”

She left them alone with Zahin and went toward Zahin’s home office.

Maramar and Sharifyar exchanged some official matters with each other. They spoke softly to maintain quietness.

Zahin closed his eyes and rested.

When Zahin’s wife returned, she could not find them on their chairs.

……….

May 1.

Tonight’s high-level meeting was organized in the presidential vacation home in Unon. It was an exclusive piece of architecture in a scenic countryside. It meant to be the official resting place for Unon’s president away from the city’s humdrum routine. A moat around it protected it. In addition the vacation home was fitted with a sophisticated electronic security system.

Uttam in his new disguise and with his new name Balwan accompanied the president all the twenty-four hours of the day. The recent bomb blasts had turned the president extremely paranoid. Tonight too Uttam, now Balwan, accompanied the president Korruptkin to the vacation home.

In its impeccably appointed conference room Hardnuts (CEO of Universal Chemicals), Darpok (president of Nuplace), and Vicky (real estate tycoon of Nuplace) were waiting.

A good number of their aides had briefed them on what and how to negotiate in the meeting on various official matters connected with the agenda. However as per the protocol the aides didn’t attend such top-level meetings. So they weren’t present at the venue. Such an arrangement always suited the attendees of these kinds of meetings where unofficial negotiations were more important. And in such negotiations of personal interests the participating top shots were already experts and would not need any aides.

Before coming to the meeting Hardnuts and Darpok had done a complete check on Vicky and his business. They were satisfied with Vicky’s credibility after their investigations.

On meeting each other, the three of them exchanged pleasantries and got engaged in small talk.

Around this time president Korruptkin entered the conference room. The business deliberations started in the right earnest.

Korruptkin beckoned Uttam who was standing in the corner of the room. He knew Uttam only by his new name Balwan. He spoke with him softly, “Balwan, can you please arrange drinks for all of us?”

Uttam was quick in following the boss’s instructions.

Uttam went toward the well equipped bar. He placed different types of glasses on a tray and poured out variety of drinks into them. He took out some snacks from a large fridge, warmed them up in a microwave oven, and arranged them in plates in a tray. He then circulated the tray to the four participants of the meeting.

Darpok was quite appreciative of the array of drinks on the tray. He said exuberantly, “Wow! That’s some hospitality! Thanks for your selection of drinks, Mr Korruptkin.”

“I always believe in absolute classiness Mr Darpok,” Korruptkin boasted. “Gentlemen, let us start the meeting. I want the outcome to be a win-win thing.”

After lapse of around ten minutes Uttam who was an onlooker so far sensed a distinctly pronounced slur in the speech of Korruptkin, Hardnuts, and Darpok. They were intoxicated to a great extent. Vicky still remained pretty sober.

Suddenly a noise akin to a pistol shot reverberated the room. The shooter was none other than Uttam. He aimed his pistol at them and warned, “Don’t move. A slight movement will mean your instant death. Don’t show any kind of smartness, I am a trained bodyguard and you know what it means.”

Uttam stepped forward. He placed on the center table a stack of white sheets that looked like a legal document. He ordered, “Here are these papers and pens. These are four sets of the papers. Each one of you except Mr Vicky will sign each page of this document on all the four sets. Anyone who doesn’t follow my orders will have to lose his life. I will shoot that person mercilessly.”

“But tell us what is it that you want us to sign,” Hardnuts inquired. His motive was obviously to delay the things.

“Hardnuts, shut up and sign,” Uttam aimed the pistol at Hardnuts.

They had no alternative but to sign. They signed immediately.

Uttam collected the papers and took them in his custody.

He then mentioned, “I have already organized the official seals required to stamp this document to make it legal. They will be then valid in any court of our planet.”

He waved goodbye and rushed toward the door. He bolted the door from outside and before the four of them in the room could take any action he was gone.

Vicky looked at the three of them quizzically, “What was all this drama?”

They were not in a position to answer.
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