This update is dedicated to everyone whose name starts with letter "F"
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Shit.

I froze. I don't know what to do or how to react. How should I escape from this room without Harshad noticing me?

Alas! The door was opened with me still in the room.

Harshad held his chest for second spotting me in his room. "Shit, you scared me. I thought you were Manik."

Well, I will take that as a compliment.

He took a few seconds to calm himself before getting serious. "What are you doing here?"

I did not speak but stared at him like a doll. Yes, a doll. I can pretend that I am not a human and he shall let me go.

"Wait. How did you come out of the locked door?" He questioned me once again.

Stupid. Statues do not speak.

"Will you say something?" He yelled.

I almost flinched at his voice but I still chose to play a non living thing.

"Looks like you need a good beating to speak out." He said looking for a bat to hit me.

Hit me? As in really hit me? Holy Moly! I have to run.

"Wait, Bitch." He yelled as I pushed him to the floor.

I did run as soon as he bent down to pick up a bat. I ran out of the mansion and took a half round to reach the garden and finally to Manik's room to the secret door.

I have to pretend I was locked in my room and did not step out. I can't let Harshad spoil my plans. What's the most believable thing a person does while locked up in a room?

A second later the main door opened revealing an angry Harshad while I was lying on the floor covering my self in the duvet.

"Harshad, please let me go. I can't bear the tortuous memories of this room." I pretended to cry but no tears came.

Damn!

He took a step inside the room while eyeing me. "How did you come out of the locked room? What were you doing in my room?"

I faked a surprising face.

"What? What are you saying Harshad? Do you think I am transformer who can change myself like water and crawl from the tiny gap of the door? I am human who will be locked when they are locked. I think you are having hallucinations, it's your guilt Harshad. Accept yourself and the world shall...."

"Shut up!" He yelled interrupting me.

I shook in fear.

He pulled the duvet away from me as he looked at my outfit.

Shit.

I should have changed them before pretending.

"I am asking you nicely. How did you come to my room? Do you have a key or is there a secret path from this room?" He questioned looking around the room with curious eyes.

No. I can't let him know about the secret path.

He pressed the lion's head on the painting and a small door opened. Manik's secret locker. He kept his hand inside to find anything but it was empty.

All credits goes to me for destroying his lifetime memories in the photos and malfunctioning the gun.

Guilt washed over me once again for being the reason behind Manik's situation.

"We shouldn't have changed the bullets, Harshad. Manik is lying in that situation because of us." I said without a thought.

"He brought it himself. We are saving everyone from him, remember? He is a beast, a brutal beast." Harshad said with all the hatred.

"I don't think so, Harshad. There is something missing in the story. Manik never behaved brutally with anyone as you are behaving right now. Infact, you are not from the Mafia world, do you really think it's practical to desire Manik's position? You would not be able to protect the Empire like Manik. Please don't give into your greed." I tried to convince him.

He shut the door with a loud bang. "Now even an idiot is lecturing me supporting that Manik. I can't wait for him to open his eyes and kill all of his family."

"I am Manik's family." I shouted.

"No. You are my family. My maid." He said.

"Are you trying to protect me by making me your family? Then listen, I will be Manik's family even after you forcefully marry me and even after my hair turns grey. I love Manik and you can do nothing about it."

"Ah! I have to make you fall in love with me. You were with empty stomach from a long time isn't it?" His face had a smirk as he called out his servants. "Bring last nights leftover food."

Leftover food?

Within a few minutes a plate of stale rice was infront of me.

"Let's see how this beautiful princess eats the food which is mixed with my spit." He spat on the food right infront of me.

Tears burned at the insult. I blinked rapidly and still looked at his face without fear. "Why are you doing all this Harshad? You were such a nice man, why are you treating everyone in such a mean way."

"I am the Boss. You all never had a problem when Manik was doing all this when he was a Boss then why all the fuss about me? I have all the right to treat all the people ranked below under my foot."

I shook my head. "Manik never mistreated his people. He kept his life at stake to protect his Empire. You. Will. Never. Take. Manik's. Place." I stressed every single word.

Fury rose his eyes as he pulled me by my hair and pushed me to the floor next to the plate. "I was waiting to torture you after our marriage but now you are asking for it by speaking nonsense. Now lick it like a bitch."

I used one hand to free my hair and other hand to cover my mouth. I didn't even ate if the fresh food went cold at my home and I am being served with this punishment. Why must my parents chose him for me? Why can't they chose Manik for me?

I respecting Harshad just because he was my parents favorite and with his behaviour he is losing that as well.

I pulled the plate and threw it on his face in anger. The goey mass spread all over his face and dropped to the floor.

He left my hair and removed the mess from his clothes and dropped them to the floor.

I crawled back away from him and rested my back to the legs of the strong bed.

"We are chosen for each other, Nandini. You have to obey your soon to be husband's order like a good girl." He spoke as he stomped the stale rice with his shoes making it dirtier.

"Hey." He called for a servant. "Pick everything from this floor and serve it to Niyonika."

I looked in horror as the servant obeyed and picked everything into the plate.

"Have some shame, Harshad. She is your mother." I yelled in anger.

"So? She is related to the ex-Boss and I have to do it." He shrugged.

"No. You don't have to do it. How about hitting your head with something and remembering that Manik is your twin and that woman is your mother? How about feeling guilty for almost killing Manik? How about feeling pain seeing your own blood getting stabbed by the enemies?" I said still leaning on to the wooden legs.

"For starters, how about you feel grateful to be not in my list? You belong to me and that's why you are safe, if you were anywhere related to Manik, I would have killed you. I promise." He warned me.

The servant was still looking at us for further orders. "Please don't serve that to her. She has been a Queen all these years. Please." I requested the servant.

"Ah! The Queen must be served with respect right?" Harshad scratched his chin and a tiny hope surfaced in me. "Mix some dog poop in it and let's see how the precious Queen eats." He laughed like a maniac.

I gagged just with the thought and he is unaffected. Is he even a human?

As soon as the servant left and shut the door behind her, Harshad's maniac laugh stopped and he looked at me with gritted teeth.

"Princess didn't accept my love and that's very, very bad. I will teach you a lesson so that you will never repeat it. Accept me as your Boss." He yanked me by my hair and threw me on the bed in a swift.

He dragged the bat from the ground making a screeching sound. Fear settled in my heart as his steps came closer to me. No matter what happens I will stay loyal to Manik. Only he can be our Boss. Nobody can make me say otherwise.

He lifted the bat and I shut my eyes clutching the blanket under me. The bat fell on my fingers tearing a bit of skin along with the fall.

What? He dropped the bat on me instead of hitting me?

I opened my eyes to see him looking at me in shock. Looks like he was surprised by his act as well. The silence of this moment was disturbed by a sound.

Fart.

Harshad farted. A loud one with stink.

I closed my nose unable to bear it and it angered him. "You are dead meat." He yelled and bent to pick the bat but dropped it again as his fingers gave up.

Harshad clutched his stomach as a painful expression formed on his cruel face.

Realisation struck me. The castor oil is working. He is having an upset stomach.

Fart.

He farted for the second time and slouched as his stomach pained him.

I stood up with confidence and let him walk till the door of the room in his tiny steps. As soon as he reached there I stood before him.

"You don't believe me, do you? It wasn't me in your room, Harshad. It was your imagination." I began speaking preventing him from going out.

"I don't care. Move." He said with much difficulty standing in such position.

I smiled inside but held a sad face. "No. I have to know about you Harshad. Out of all things how can you have a doubt on me? Me? You locked me here, Harshad."

"Move." His voice started getting inaudible as he left another fart.

This time he took baby steps towards the bathroom. Manik's bathroom. I would never let this Bullock Cart use this place, he is not worth it. I waited till he could reach the bathroom door knob and shrieked.

"Its clogged, Harshad. I played with some toilet paper and everything went inside." I said with an innocent face.

"Why didn't you say it earlier? I have to walk back all these steps to the door." He used all his energy to yell at me and in return released another fart making him clutch his stomach.

He almost crawled on his four limbs to reach the main door. I stood infront of him not letting him go out. "Please. Let me go, Nandini."

"Why? You have to accept that I was your imagination. In fact, this life is a big imagination of someone. Who knows even this moment might be someone's imagination." I blabbered willingly to irritate him.

He sat on his knees and joined both his hands together in a prayer. "I beg you. Please let me go. I... I can't even speak."

He finally fell on my feet and kept his head on them as tears escaped his eyes.

Though it was good to see this Bullock Cart helpless I still couldn't see anyone getting hurt, especially not by me. I took a few steps back and opened the door and he crawled out.

He tried his best to stand tall on his legs but failed miserably as he farted along the way filling his stench.

It's not easy to mess with the Dragon.

Result: The given object is in liquid state. Pungent odor detected.

Conclusion: Mixing Castor Oil in Oatmeal leads to upset stomach and stinky farts. Do not try this at home. Only perform under strict supervision of Nandini Murthy.

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How is the update?

It's not easy to be in the underworld. We can't just have a love scene and say tata goodbye. So, it takes time. I promise to bring lots of Manan scenes without any stop. But let this phase pass.

Did you ever mix castor oil in food?