Chapter 2- The discussion

~What is Love? Oh, that's a pleasant feeling felt by your heart. But..I don't remember having one~

-Affu-

In the Kingdom of Tezpur

Miss Bhatt's and Mr. Khurannas' Place

"A Painter!" Aryamann exclaimed, and I stared at him blankly. "Oh! So you mean, Vamp will become a Painter, to get close to the Devil Prince?" Abhimanyu, who was still into chopping his carrots, chirped out.

And why on Earth will a Prince have any relation with a Painter, dude?!

"Yes! Yes! You are really my brother, Manyuuu!" Aryamann cried out dramatically, while giving a air-hug to Abhimanyu. Rolling my eyes at them, I got busy in cooking. "Awe, how sweet! Though, I regret to be called your brother." and there goes his reply.

"Kutha!(dog)" I heard Aryamann muttering under his breath. "Arya! Language." I glared at him, who shrugged his shoulders at me. "I don't see a kid in here. Or, unless you find this monkey brother of mine, as one." he replied, and I let out a sigh.

Why did you even open your mouth, Nandini?!

"Waise, I have a question. Can there be a lady painter? I mean, we usually see male painters around. Especially, if you need to paint a Palace wall, the Royals would obviously look for a male painter. Right?" Abhimanyu scratched his chin and before he could touch those carrots with those hands which he used to scratch his body part, I grabbed them away.

"Oh that do--wait. Did you just say Palace Wall?" Aryamann asked, and I nodded in positive. "He did." I replied, on behalf of Abhi and the next second Aryamann screeched. Sometimes I wonder if he's still a kid! "You stupid! I did not mean Wall Painter." he said, and both Abhi and I turned to face him.

"You didn't?" we questioned, and he gaped at us. "Mathlab, tu bhi?(You too?)" he questioned, while staring at me and I shrugged my shoulders. "Of course! Your ideas are always bakwas(rubbish), after all." I said, and he glared at me. "FYI! My ideas were never bakwas. They become bakwas due to a bakwas person, who speaks only bakwas." he replied while pointing at Abhimanyu, who scowled. "Excuse me, Mr. Bakwas? What bakwas are you speaking?" Abhi bellowed, and I decided to ignore them.

"Shut up! You are bakwas for now. And listen, my idea is of Vamp being a real Painter. Yaani(Meaning), who can paint stuffs on Canvas Boards." he spoke enthusiastically, and I turned off the stove, before facing him. 

"Let me ask you something. Why the hell would a Prince get close to a Painter? Be it your Real Painter or a Wall Painter?" I asked, and he grinned. "Arey tujhe nahi patha!(Oh, you don't know!) Silly Vamp. It's because he's a Royal, and these Royals love to have sketches of their faces to hang on the walls. It's a fetish for them, while a mokkish for us." he said, and I sighed at it. Can we really complete this mission? I doubt.

"What's mokkish?" asked Abhi, and I glanced him silently asking myself, all he got from that sentence was some stupid word.

"Silly Khuranna! I meant, moka. Bas usko thoda cool bana diya.(I just made it sound a little cool)" he said, grinning at Abhi, who stared at him blankly before staring at me. "Though I don't approve of his idea, I like that word. Chal (Come on), let's decide your profession now." he said, and I started to arrange the table with the dishes we prepared for our Lunch.

"We already decided." Arya chimed in. "Oh, thank you Khuranna. But no, thank you. She ain't becoming a Painter, just to paint a Devil Prince's face. She's got better stars." Abhi rubbed his hands and started to think for a better profession. While Arya got settled on top of the table, pouting.

"I have an idea about my to-be-fake profession." I said, and they looked at me expectantly. I smirked. "Maybe, you should see it by yourselves." I said, before starting with my breakfast.

Well! I do not need an invitation, Mr. Royal!

~~~

"Where is he?" I turned the pages of the book in my hand, to reach the right place where I'd stopped, the previous night. This is my second book in a week, and I plan to finish reading it before the next week could knock at my door.

"We took him to your Place, Prince." the guard answered, and I folded the tip of the page, from where I'm supposed to start reading. "Who is guarding him?" I stood up, walking towards the side table which was placed near to a window, to place the book. "Issac, it is!" he replied, and I walked out of the room, followed by the guard.

"Impressive!" I commented, and I did hear him thanking me, to which I nodded before walking towards the Garden. Walking ahead, I came across the cobblestone path, which will lead me to My Place.

"Greetings, Prince." I was greeted by Issac, the moment I stepped inside My Place. "Greetings, Issac. I thought you were guarding him." I commented, while glancing at him and then at the guard who's been following me from my Office Room till here.

"I was not lying, Prince. I swear to my God." the guard's eyes widened. "He is right, Prince. I was the one guarding him, until Sheriff FT joined me." Issac replied, fearfully and I stared at him.

"Sheriff is here?" I asked, frowning. Why is he here, now? "Yes, Prince. He said, he wanted to..surprise you." he hesitated, and I took my left forefinger to pull at my left earlobe. Surprising me with what?

"Indeed, a surprise!" I muttered, while entering the cell, where I get to see the Dearest Sheriff eating chips, while staring at the person in front of him, all tied up, on the chair.

"So Mr. UHB, you willing to accept or still need some time?" I raised my eyebrows at the great Sheriff FT's question. Strolling inside, I took a seat beside him, who raised his head to have a look at my face. "Greetings, Prince D." he stood up to bow down to me, and I nodded at him, before turning my head towards the prisoner. 

"Do you think this is the way I want you to treat the prisoners?" I glanced at the guard and Issac, who squirmed in their places. Standing on my toes, I moved towards the seated prisoner, who tried to lean back in his seat. 

"I apologize on behalf of my soldiers. They just don't know how to appreciate you the right way." I spoke, while leaning towards his face, and then patted his right cheek. "But I can always rectify the mistakes." I said, while smiling at him, and he stared at me perplexed. He chewed the rag in his mouth, wanting to speak and I let him do what he wishes to.

"Now, you fine?" I asked, and he coughed before staring at me in shock. "Why do you look so shocked?" I asked him, who gulped looking in my face and I smiled once again. "Don't worry, you won't be shocked anymore." I said, and before he knew, I dug my nails in his right cheek and pulled out enough amount of flesh from his skin.

He screamed. He screamed so hard in pain, that I stood up in satisfaction. I smirked at the agony forming on his face. "And now, you look perfect." I said and turned around to sit on my chair. "This is how he was supposed to look like!" I muttered, and I knew Issac realized his mistake.

"Now, this is what I admire about you, Prince." I heard Sheriff speaking, and I nodded at him.

"Forgive me, Your Majesty." Issac bowed down, but I kept staring at the prisoner, who was still screaming in pain. "You know why I don't let you chew that rag? Its because I find peace in my prisoner's cries." I said, and he stared at me in fear.

"Well, I guess he can accept the mistake now, can't he?" Sheriff asked me, and I stared at him. There are witnesses who saw him committing the crime, hence I do not need him to accept his mistake, yet accepting the mistake is a privilege given to the prisoners, so that they are allowed to justify their mistakes.

Although, I find it useful in some cases, I don't approve of it either.

"He must!" I said, and stared at him, who looked down. "I-I don't--accept." he stuttered, and I stared at him wordlessly. "So you were not the one who was forcing himself on that little girl?" I asked, and I saw him gulping before nodding in negative. "N-no. It--it was a mistake. I-I was not molesting her, but just--helping her to--to--to climb the tree." he said, and I stared at Sheriff, who stood up the next second.

"Alright! I feel bored. Why don't you eat some chips first, Mr. UHB? So that you stop stuttering and start speaking like a sane person?" He stared at the prisoner, who stared at him in fear, and then at me.

"Sheriff Cabir!" I called out, still busy in staring at the prisoner. "Yes, Prince D." he bowed, and I glanced at him. "Make it a ball of Rice." I said, and he smirked. "As you wish, Prince Manik." he said, and I started to stretch my hands, when I saw Sheriff pushing a ball of rice in the prisoner's mouth.

"Chew.It." Sheriff spoke calmly, and when the prisoner started to chew and gulp it down, Sheriff held onto his throat, choking him. "Tsk! I wasn't planning to treat you with it, dimwit. I was never." and he choked him hard, resulting the prisoner to cough out. 

"Where is the next rice ball?" he demanded, and the prisoner's eyes widened. "N-no please. I-I accept. I molested the girl." he said, and I stood up to grab his neck.

"And that was the last straw." I said on his face, before increasing the pressure on his neck. One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. Four seconds.

And done!

"Clean the mess up!" I stared at the dead body of the prisoner, before walking out, followed by Sheriff FT a.k.a Cabir on my trails.

***

"What was the full form of UHB?" I asked, while going through the files, that needed my stamp. "Oh, it's simple. UHB a.k.a Uncontrollable Hormonal Beast." Cabir replied, and I stared at him blankly.

"Cabir! How do you manage to get such nicknames, in such short period of time?" I asked, while frowning. "I do not make up, Manik. I just have a look at them and, eureka! I get the name." he exclaimed, and I rolled my eyes at it.

"Yeah yeah." I muttered. "So how was the last princess?" I heard him, and I turned the pages of the file, in front of me. "Do I need to repeat every time?" I asked him, and I heard him sighing.

"Manik! Try to find a girl for you, will you?" he sighed out again, and I shrugged my shoulders. "I am finding a Queen for the Kingdom. Oh, not me. Actually, the King is." I said, and sealed the last page of the file, with my stamp.

"That's exactly why the girls are running away." he cried out, and I looked up at him. "Don't you get it? The Princess whom you meet want a husband, not a King." he said, and I snorted.

"The Princesses, those I met, are always looking for a Royal, who can give them a Title as well. It's not something new now, is it? Most of the Royals get married for the sake of some or the other thing. Some get married for an heir, while some for conquering their to-be-wife's or husband's Kingdom as well. So tell me, how am I at fault? In fact, I am letting those Princesses know what kind of a person I am." I said, while leaning back in my seat.

"I agree that the princesses would love to be your Queen, for the Title as well. But Manik, there were some Princesses who genuinely wanted to be your wife." he pointed out, and I nodded. "Yes, some of them did want to be my wife, and I'd appreciated it. I did not have any problem with it. They had, and I do not know what it is." I too pointed out.

"I don't know how to talk to you about this, then. It's like, I am talking to myself." said Cabir, exasperatedly and I looked at him. "Aren't you, now? I am not paying attention to your words, Cabir." I said, matter-of-factly, and he groaned at it.

"You are such a mean friend, Manik." he complained, and I shrugged. "I never said, I was a good friend." I said and got busy with my files.

"Jallad (Cruel person)" he complained again, which I ignored.

Sometimes I think, I do not need any Queen, when I have him to complain about everything I do!

~~~

"No!" I whimpered, while holding onto my mother, who was getting captured by the soldiers around. "Leave me. Let me go. I did not do anything. Please, believe me. Please." I heard my mother crying, while hugging me close to her chest.

"Let go off that filth, woman. If you want that filth alive, then stop struggling." the man barked at my mother, who flinched and looked at me. I nodded in negative. "D-Don't leave me, Mom." I cried in her arms, and she grabbed my face to kiss my head.

"Stay away from Royals. Always!" she muttered, and before I knew they were taking her away, leaving me screaming in agony. 

My mother! She was all I had, and she's getting trashed by some men. Rubbing my face vigorously, I ran behind her.

"Mom!" I cried out, but she was just whimpering and getting dragged by those cruel men. "Stop crying, you leach." I saw the men hitting in my mother's face, and her eyes drooped down slowly, with tears falling out of her beautiful eyes.

"Mom" I screamed out, and cried holding onto nothing, but myself.

"Mom." I jolted up, from my sleep, breathing heavily and clutching onto my heart. The very same nightmare!

I knew, I was sweating, but I did not care. In fact, I did not care I was crying.

"Mom." I whispered, while pulling my knees towards my chest, and hung my head down. Why is it has to be me, Mom? Why is it has to be us? Why can't it be someone who's already got everything in their lives?

Why is it that the pain always comes to those who are already in pain? 

"I can't, Mom. I just--can't take it anymore. No more." I whimpered, while hugging myself and laid on the bed. Taking a pillow in my hand, I hugged it close to my heart, for I do not have anyone to hang onto.

"Please make me sleep, Mom. Please." I whispered to none, but myself and closed my eyes but no.

There was no sleep!

How could it, when everything I touch hates me so badly? Even sleep did not want to touch me. I can be the just right word. Forbidden!

"I hate it, Mom. I hate everything." I whispered, before I took a pill from the side-drawer and gulping it down my throat.

Tomorrow is a new and important day. I need to get some sleep!

***

"A what?" they stared at me wide-eyed, and I rolled my eyes at them. "It's such a simple word. Why don't you get it?" I asked, while shrugging and got inside my car, followed by my two monkeys.

"Excuse me, Miss Vamp Bhatt! But I think, I have heard you wrong." Aryamann spoke out, with his eyes bulged out. I ignited the engine, to zoom off to roads. "I don't know what you heard, because you keep hearing shits, but if you did hear me saying I am gonna be a personal caretaker, then yeah, you heard me right. Oh, for the first time in forever, you heard me right Aryabunches!" I sang at the end, and all I heard was them breahting.

"FYI, Miss Bhatt. You freaking are an investigator. How the hell are you going to manage this so-called-fake profession of yours? A caretaker? Have you even taken care of yourself? Or better, have you even taken care of us?" Abhimanyu exclaimed, and I glanced at him, through the rear-view mirror.

"I beg your pardon, Sire." I said calmly, before bursting out. "Do I look like your servant? Duh! I am just gonna take care of that Royal, because he's important to me. He's important to finish this up." I said, while waving my right hand in air and concentrating in driving.

"Haw! You mean, we are not important to you?" Aryamann cried out, and I sighed. "For the first time in forever, you are right again Aryabunches!" I sang again, and he pulled at his hair, in frustration.

"For the first time in forever, I am gonna murder a woman." he sang, quiet horrifically. "Speaking as if you ever murdered a man. You haven't even started to use your guns properly. Kill an animal first, and then let's proceed to humans." I rolled my eyes at him, before stopping the car, in front of the Royal gate.

"Greetings! How may I help you?" the soldier at the gate asked me, and I stared at him blankly. A soldier! Just like the one who manhandled my mother. Tightening my grip on the steering wheel, I nodded at him, in acknowledgement. 

"Greetings! I am here to meet, Sheriff FT." I said, and pulled out a paper from my Car's dashboard, and handed it over to the soldier. "Oh! You are free to move inside." He stepped away, and I thanked him unwillingly, before entering inside the Palace premises.

Just another plain huge building!

"What was in it?" I heard Abhimanyu. "An ad placement, where Sheriff FT has posted about the Royal, in need of a personal caretaker." I replied. "Well! I wonder why they will accept a lady caretaker, when the Royal is a man." Aryamann pondered over his thoughts, and I stepped out of my care, once it was stopped.

"Probably because, he is in need of a babysitter and men can't handle tantrums." I remarked, pointing at them, who shot glares towards me, which I ignored.

"I would like to meet Sheriff Ft." I said to the man, at the entrance of the Palace.

"And may I know why?" I looked away, to face another man, who stood fit and good-looking, yet his eyes were filled with suspiciousness.

I wonder who he is!

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How was the chapter? Well, I was planning Nandini's profession to be a Baker, but since I'd already come across one such book, where Nandini is faking to be a cook or baker, I don't remember lol, I decided at a caretaker. 

Reminder: Ramadan is approaching, and I am going to be busy. I don't know when I will update, but will try to give you some fun. 

Love,

Affu.








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