Catch Me? No You Can’t!
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A guy dressed in black with a ninja helmet on his head walked towards me. He took off his helmet and looked at me, smiling. I was lying with my face tasting the dirt. He reached for my ankles and caressed it from over my jeans. That’s when I turned around and warned him to stay away from Rampyari. She was mine, my loyal companion ever since I started off on this road.
He gave me his hand and pulled me up. I hugged him. Anwar Ali was back for me.
I had done it just the way I had planned. I had forced Thakur to change his plan so that he wasn’t prepared for the pick-up of the ransom. Anwar Ali aka Mirza had snatched the bag from him and fled the scene, while Thakur had been shot. I was sure of everything, but Silky. I thought she loved me, but I had to be sure. I had left the gun purposely on the seat with blanks filled in the chambers and she did what she shouldn’t have.
I kept telling everyone about my friend Anwar Ali; but nobody believed me. Now he was here, and so was the black bag full of money. He handed me the bag and I sat on the bike with him, zooming through the rising sun.
I always had an angle to every job I did. And this time, Anwar Ali was my angle.