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Lovers – My Hooligan – Episode 12

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Chapter 1 ⃣2 ⃣

 

 

The Story

 

 

…..In this world, a mother is the greatest warrior…..

 

 

Zoya POV

 

 

I waited for an answer which wasn’t forthcoming. I had to repeat my previous words and he wasn’t responding, I had to check my phone to see if the line was still connecting, which was.

 

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Why then is he quiet?

 

“How do you know I am in Anant Desai house?” I asked for the third time.

 

“Raja told me.” Krish answered me. “I came to check you in your house but you weren’t around so I asked Raja where you were and he told me.” He added.

 

“Oh.” I said. Raja knows I am here.

 

“Can you drop me to my feet! I am not a bag of rice to be carried around!” He yelled loudly and tried to wriggle his body from my hold but I held on to his legs tightly.

 

“Huh, who is that yelling Zee?” Krish asked.

 

“My husband to be.” I responded and gave Harsha a smack on his ass and that still his movement gasping out in shock. I don’t if it was for the ‘husband to be’ or the smack made him gasp out.

 

“Husband to be? As in you are seeing a guy?”

 

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“Not just any guy, I just said my husband to be.” I corrected him. “And yes, I met him yesterday.”

 

“Who is he? I mean your husband to be?” He asked.

 

I could smell jealousy in his voice.

 

“Anant Desai son?”

 

“Yes, his one and only son.”

 

“How can he be your husband when he is already engaged? I thought your job was to be his personal bodyguard until he gets married to his bride.”

 

“Well, change of plan. I want him and have claimed him as mine. No Krishna will separate our love.”

 

“Does he love you?”

 

A good question, though I said in my mind. Does he love me? Well, I wouldn’t know until I ask him.

 

“I think he loves me.” I told Krish earning a loud snort in return from both Krish and Harsha. Which means Harsha was listening to our conversation.

 

“I don’t think he loves you Zee, he belongs to someone else.”

 

“Me of course Krish.” I said and sign out loudly. “Look Krish, I and my sweetheart was about going out before you called, I will call you back once I am less busy.” I told him and hung up before he could speak.

 

I descended the stairs and when Anant Desai saw me carrying his son as if he weighs nothing, he was up to his feet quickly.

 

“Zee, what are you doing?” He demanded.

 

“Your son wants to go out and as his personal bodyguard I don’t want him to hurt his feet, so I carried him.” I answered him. “We will be back soon.” I said and left his presence.

 

Once I came out of the house, I saw a car, a black Benz, and a driver already waiting. It seems he had called the driver to inform him of his going out.

 

 

“Don’t worry, I will be the one driving.” I told the driver who nodded his head and turned to leave, heading towards the back of the house.

 

I gently dropped Harsha to his feet and a hard punch came in contact with my face, I wasn’t expecting the punch so I landed on my butt.

 

Giving him a hard glare which he returned with a smirk, I stood up to my feet ignoring the pain I felt on my face.

 

“Why did you do that sweetheart?” I demanded. If it was someone else, he would have been crawling on feet while I use his blood

 

“Next time do not touch me without my consent wild cat.”

 

“I am not a wild cat sweetheart.” I told him.

 

“Yeah whatever you say wild cat.” He said opening the front passenger door of the car, sitting.

 

I opened the driver side and was inside the car.

 

“Where to sweetheart?” I asked as I started the car. I thought he wouldn’t answer me but he shocked me two minutes later.

 

“Just drive around, wild cat.”

 

Then I suddenly remembered.

 

“What about your bodyguards?”

 

“I fired them all on that night, they are all a bunch of weaklings and shouldn’t be wasting my money.” He replied. “A female wild cat beat them.” He added and I laughed hard, driving out of the house.

 

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Since we had no destination in mind, I just drive around Bangalore. The quietness in the car wasn’t that awkward.

 

“Have you been here before wild cat?” He asked me one hour later of silence competition.

 

“Yes sweetheart.” I replied and decided to add. “Though the only reason why I have been to Bangalore is to kill.”

 

“You kill?” He asked me, turning his head slightly to look at me. He didn’t call me his nickname.

 

“Isn’t that what your father does, sweetheart?”

 

He cleared his throat and didn’t reply.

 

I was driving when suddenly I saw a woman and two children, a boy and a girl, probably her kids, were being pushed by some angry mob heading towards our direction. I did not know what offence the woman may have committed but I won’t sit here and do nothing.

 

I used the car to block their way as they were almost reaching my car. I switched off the car and bent down to remove my left sneakers, I brought out the gun I had hidden there and came down from the car.

 

They saw my gun and that halted their movement. Harsha came down from the car and that did the trick, they all fled for their lives, hiding wherever they wanted, away from us.

 

This is Bangalore, everyone knows Anant Desai and his son.

 

I walked over to meet the woman who was on the floor holding the two children closer to her.

 

“Are they your kids?” I asked gently as I felt the presence of Harsha behind me.

 

“Y-yes.” She stammered.

 

 

“What happened?”

 

“We were hungry so we broke into a house to steal something to eat but we were caught.” The girl answered my question. ..

 

Oh.

 

“Okay, get up and let me buy you breakfast for the three of you.” I told them.

 

The woman was surprised which didn’t fail to show on her face and she stared around her in fear.

 

“Don’t worry, they won’t hurt you.” I said. “In this entire universe there is no soldier, better than a mother.” I added.

 

She reminded me of my mother and the remembrance of my mother made me remember a bedtime story my mother once told me.

 

‘Once there lived a wicked demon god who lives in a big fortress. He was well feared and in the big fortress were many lives he held captive. Inside that fortress, there was no escape. One day, he was told a child of his, a son, will become his doom. Now this demon god has a wife who was pregnant and one other he impregnated. His wife gave birth to a girl and the younger woman gave birth to a boy, but before her son could be killed, she ran away and her son who grew up became the savior of people held captives in that fortress. He became a brave heart person and a gutsy warrior. So Zoya If it was you in the boy shoes, what would you choose.

 

A gutsy warrior?

 

A brave heart?

 

Or

 

A demon?’

 

I chose the three.

 

My mother’s smile faded when I added the demon part.

 

 

 

© Ifeoma Isabella Silver .O. Ozoemene

 

 

 

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