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Novelo Rectangle

The entrance to the grand hall of the glitzy event venue was like one to a mediaeval castle but Vir saw it more like a lion’s den; the lion being the Don himself. He nodded at the gatekeeper and stared at the ornate ceiling in awe. Fame can be intoxicating, thought Vir, waving to the crowd with both hands in the air. He made his way to the stage where the supporting dancers stood in their respective poses, ready to follow the star’s cue. Chants of ‘RK! RK! RK!’ added to the inebriety. With feverish apprehension, Vir took his spot on the stage. Trying not to fumble, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of Sunnies and wore them across his eyes with flourish. Then, he struck a signature pose of the famous star and the crowd erupted again. “Readyyyy?” He announced, mimicking Rahul Kapur’s voice as best as he could. *** “Let’s do the walk again,” The deputy ordered Vir after a week’s worth of training, “And remember to walk slowly, with purpose. You are, after all, the biggest Bollywood star and you’re in no hurry to reach anywhere or oblige anyone. You have to wear the class!” Vir nodded from the far wall of the room and began a swagger. As he neared the deputy officer, he noticed the latter’s smile and knew he had nailed it. “Good, good! Now, your contact lenses matching RK’s-” “Won’t I be wearing dark glasses?” “Yes, you will and they are key to our operation.” The deputy said, “However, you may be asked to take them off, say, for a security check.” “Ah, got it Sir!” “Now, the most important part: the Sheikh who will escort you is an insider to the Don’s activities but also works for Indian intelligence-” “An double agent Sir?” “No. Officially, we have no record of him. If he’s caught or worse, terminated, we take no notice or responsibility.” “But what about Rahul Kapur? What if he turns up at the venue too?” The deputy laughed. “We have his trust. A call from the Home Minister himself and he was more than willing to help.” “Understood Sir!”

The Eyes Have It

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