Param was standing back facing the entrance...
The person enters and says while descending the stairs....
Person: Aapne bulaya? Sab theek hai?
Param turned immediately at his voice and threw the first book which came in his hands at him.
The man dodged it only to welcome a cushion straight on his face. Before he could overcome the shock of the hit, Param threw the vase kept on the table.....
Person: Areeeeeeeee maaar kyun rahe hain aaapppp. Log pyaar ane pe phool phenkte the aap guldasta phenk rahe ho! Pagla gaye ho kya?
Param again threw a book followed by paper weight, another cushion, book, pen stand, at him which he dodged one bye one by jumping from one place to another.
At last unable to find anything more to throw, Param marched towards the man and gave him a tight slap right on his face.
P(in roaring voice) : How dare you ki tumne mujhse itni badi baat chupai. Itna bada jhut bola? Kyun kiya aisa? Do you even have any idea how disgusted I am feeling at present.
Then a lone tear escaped his eyes and he turn agressively hitting his own hand on the table.
Person: Bhaiyaa!!
Yes all of you guessed it right, it was none other than our very own Khadoos Shergill
[Monami is glaring at me.....
I mean: Monami's Khadoos Shergill....]
Karan just went to Param and took his hands in his checking for any injuries.
K: Aap kiss bare mein baat kar rahe hain mujhe nahi pata but please gussa hain toh mujhe maar lijiye khudko hurt mat kijiye please 🥺.
Saying this he hugged him and his breathing became heavier and quiet uneven. Param sensed it and grew tensed hence hugging him back he said....
P: Its its Ok Karan. Relax
After sometime when he was sure that Karan's breathing is normal, he broke the hug. Both stood up cleared the mess and sat on the couch present there.
K: (nervously) Bhaiya aap kiss bare mein baat kar rahe the?
P(sighing) : Tune mujhse kitni baatein chupai hai ya kitne jhut bole hai jo tu aisa puch raha hai?
K(in mind) : Are jab se paida hua tab se leke aaj tak kya kya chupaya hai yeh ginne baitha toh umar nikal jayegi lekin inhe kya bataun.
Param snapped his fingers infront of his face bringing him out of trance and then with squintted eyebrows he asked...
P(in suspicious tone) : Kahinn aisa toh nahi hai na ki tune mujhse bahut kuch chupa rakkha hai aur ab yaadsh pe zor dalke voh sabhi baatein yaad karne koshish kar raha hai?
K(chuckling nervously) : he...he..hehe...hehehehe..aap... aapko aisa...aisa kyun lagta hai ki main aapse kuch...kuch chupa..chupaunga?
P(raising one eyebrow) : Agar aisa nahi hai toh hakla kyun raha hai?
K(trying to act normal) : Aisa kuch bhi nahi hai...
P(making faces) : che che che che jab nahi hoti toh kyun karta hai itni gandi acting...
K: Main samjha nahi..
P: Abhi philhal toh main Monami aur tere bare mein baat kar raha hoon lekin bahut jald baki puch tach bhi karunga. After all yahi toh mera kaam hai. I am Parakram's best interrogator.
K(in mind) : Koi na main bhi Parakram ka best strategist hoon koi na koi rasta dhund hi lunga bachne ka. Lekin beta Karan abhi philhal tere bhaiya ko Rani Sahiba ke baare mein pata chal gaya hai. Unhe kaise handle karna hai voh soch varna yahin court martial ho jana hai tera.
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Mission Samarpan (On Hold)
FanfictionThis story is based on Shergill brothers' last mission before Param's death. The story starts from the time of blast and has its root as deep as the time when Karan was held captive by Charu. Is it easy to see your loved ones mourning over your deat...
