Sweet Chillies- Episode 5

Part 1

Rachit Vohra felt like kicking himself on his rear and he would have done it too had he not been tied to a pillar with jute rope. He had come to the saree don for help instead, ended up being tied to a pillar in nothing but his underwear. The rope was actually hurting as it cut into his exploding stomach. Rachit kept his eyes on the floor because he once seen a documentary, which had said that when you are surrounded by wild animals don’t try to make eye contact for that really pisses wild animals off. He certainly didn’t want to piss off any of the 7 bodybuilders or saree don herself.

“what’s your name you fat balloon?” asked saree don in her gruff manly voice.

“r... r... rachit maam”

“why did you come here and disturb me?” she asked and at the same time poked his paunch with a stick. Hard.

“I came to ask for your help in dealing with this boy called siddharth doshi. He stole my notes.” Said rachit.

Saree don started laughing really hard and manly like gabbar singh.

“how cute.” She said, “what made you think I would help you out?”

“because you help the weak and the oppressed and you give justice where there is none.”

“What do you think I am? Batman? Or mayawati? Bloody hell! I am saree don. You understand and saree don doesn’t do anything without getting 5 plates of pav bhaji in a week for 2 whole weeks understood?”

“yes.”

“what does your father do, you rat?”

“he is the owner of Srimaan Pan Masala and Gutka company...” said rachit.

Saree don froze in her tracks. A strange and dreamy expression came on her face that is usually known as surprised.

“WHAT! You father owns Srimaan Gutka?!! That is my all time favourite brand! Why didn’t you tell me before.. what's your name?”

“rachit” said rachit proudly inflating his chest and making the ropes hurt him more.

“Neelratan untie him. From now on he is our friend. Now what work did you have off me?”

Part 2

A few minutes after he had kept the phone, Aditya realized that when Prity had called to say that she was going far far away, she hadn’t met matheran but rather heaven.

Sweat broke out on aditya’s brow, because it was a very humid evening. He quickly wore his shoes and began running toward Prity’s hostel room. He ran so fast that Varun, the sports prefect saw him and made a note to put his name in the 100 meter dash.

Aditya reached prity’s room and knocked on the door. There was silence. He began pounding on the door. There was no answer. Maybe she is in the toilet, thought aditya. Maybe not said his instinct.

So he tried the door knob. The door opened and aditya’s worst fears were confirmed. Prity lay on the bed with her eyes staring upward and her tongue lolling out like a dead rat. Aditya saw the bottle of rat poison and immediately understood why she looked like a gigantic dead rat.

In her hand was a peice of paper. Aditya yanked it out, on it was scribbled, “I know who killed me. His name is aditya. Put him in jail for abetment of suicide and also for not getting physical with me and quenching my bodily needs. Ciao.”

Aditya quietly slipped the note his pocket, sneaked out of the room and shut the door behind him. ‘Bitch’ he thought, ‘trying to get me in trouble by killing herself! Hah! I outsmarted her!’ and he tore the suicide note into tiny peices and ate it. The next day the only evidence linking him to the suicide had been flushed into the ocean.