TEN
A figure, covered in a burqa approached the bar counter of Black Panther Restaurant.
As the figure removed her face cover, a pair of deep and enchanting eyes darkened with blue-black kajal were revealed and a spark of fire flashed. She reached the dark- shadowy corner and waited. Suddenly with a pull in her burqa, she looked down to find a small figure and was taken aback.
After a while she snapped out "Don't touch me."
The dwarf- man's eyes lit up like a cunning hyena. The cruelty on his face clearly said that this one was able to stab a chest smilingly without thinking twice and his hands will never shake.
The man whispered and Urmil leaned a little to listen to.
The dwarf got hold of her neck in his tough hands and pulled it down. He brought his mouth close to her ear and said "Horse number seven."
A chilled shiver ran down Urmil's spine and her body turned cold with an unknown fear. She had tried her best to keep her cool.
She smiled and tried to mesmerize horse number seven with it.
'Jockey Lion' Urmil uttered, clenching her teeth.
It was the little man's turn to smile back with satisfaction.
As the green signal was received, Urmil pulled out a small gift- wrapped packet from her purse and handed it over to the short man.
The dwarf shook his head as he unwrapped the packet savagely and took out a box to open the lid.
Urmil's eyes did not miss the small firearm in the box even in that dark corner of the restaurant.
What a terrible trap she was caught in and there was no way out of it. She had thought many times before, to go to the police, inform about Sanjay and ask for her protection.
The dwarf- man gave Urmil a small leather bag in return and walked out of the restaurant while whistling a catchy tune.
Urmil's legs started tottering.
She had been put into this work as the drug trafficking was suspended for the time being.
The workload in her office was not less, but Urmil could not pay attention and there were mistakes.
