I swear in the name of God

It was the result day. Ranjeet's party scored a thumping victory. He was elected the unopposed leader of the MLA's. He was all set to become the chief minister.

" He is refusing press conferences ", CPS said to Rash." The public who voted for him deserve to hear from him."

" What is it to do qith me", she said.

" You know he will come if you attend", said CPS.

She sighed.

" Fine whatever", she said.

All she thought about these days was that criminal's smirk as he coerced poor Chi Chi to have s*x again. Chi Chi's crying face as she begged haunted her. She was even not allowed to speak his name. WHICH NEANDERTHAL ERA IS HE FROM?

Rash muttered a hundred curses in her mind.

" Rash time for the conference ", her father nudged.

As soon as Rashmi entered another female reporter hugged her.

" Now I am sure that big man will come ", she said. " Now that you are here".

Rash rolled her eyes.

" Yes think of the most difficult question to startle him", said another reporter.

" Yes all of us are counting on you. Render him speechless", said the third.

" He may not come. So don't count your chickens yet", she raised her hands in exasperation.

CPS chuckled as everyone stared at her like she has grown another head.

At that moment there was a commotion as Jeet's bodyguards arrived.

" Please be seated", declared the head of security. " Mr. Oberoi is on his way".

The reporters literally celebrated.

After fifteen minutes

He entered the room flanked by Guru. He was very handsome she mused. SHE STILL LOVES HIM VERY MUCH.Her eyes filled with tears. She controlled her emotions and produced a professional face fooling everyone. EVERYONE BUT HIM. He looked pointedly at her. She looked lost

Q and A session started. Rash was not interested. She was thinking about Sumeet Singhania. The Dragon. Arrogant but handsome, cruel but enigmatic.

" Ask something", said her friend. " He is waiting for you to ask a question".

Jeet saw her blank face as she looked at him. HE WAS SCARED NOW. She has lost interest in him.

She stood up

" Mr. Oberoi congratulations on winning the elections", she said.

" Thank you Ms Sharma", replied Jeet.

She knew he has previously dodged all questions on underworld. He practically called organized crime non existent in the city. But recent incidents forced him to make a statement few days before the votes were cast.

" Security of civilians is my top priority. I will see to it that the government actions against criminals shall not harm citizens", he had said.

" ARE YOU BOLD ENOUGH TO TAKE ACTIONS AGAINST THE MAFIAS SIR", Rash's question startled him.

" I told in my speech the criminals who..", he was saying.

She raised a hand.

" I am not talking about those who do the deed but the ones who plan it. The masterminds. The ones who pose as white collar respected citizens", she said.

Guru held Jeet's hand below the table.

" Its a trap. Don't answer", he signalled.

Jeet looked at his wife. She was serious.

" I swear in the name of God in front of you all I will be the one delivering justice to all those who harmed a single civilian in my state. "

Before she or any other reporter could ask he continued.

" No criminal however high in the society or food chain he is shall be spared. And if I am somehow involved I request public not to spare me too."

There was a pindrop silence for a minute. It was followed by a huge uproar and applause.

The b*stard cleared the litmus test again thought Guru as he smiled.

After the conference Jeet went to CPS and touched his feet.

" May God bless you my son", he said.

" Thank you papa. But I have a request", he said.

" Yes anything ", said CPS.

He held his wife's hand firmly.

" She comes with me", he said.

" About time", said CPS sternly.

" Papa you are throwing me in front of lion", she hissed. " Ditching me".

" Absolutely right", said CPS. " I am throwing you but then I never raised a deer I raised a lioness. If he is the king then you are the queen. Enough of running away like coward. FACE HIM AND FACE YOUR LIFE".

Rash stomped her foot.

" Sometimes she behaves like a six year old", said Mr. Sharma.

Jeet chuckled.

Guru came next as he touched Sharma ji's feet too.

" God bless you son. I hope you both can move ahead nicely".

" I forgot Zeeshu said hi to you", said Rash menacingly dancing her eyes. " He may have ditched them to join that Voldemort dragon but then how can he ditch his whiskey "?

Ranjeet said,

" Ohh yeah I heard sneaking into houses is your new hobby".

Before she could retort he continued

" As well as picking people's purses".

Mr. Sharma looked at her.

" Not in mood to answer anything", she sulked.

Guru chuckled. " Come with me", he said as both of them walked out.

" She is getting involved with mafias. I don't know what project she is doing", said Jeet to CPS. " The other day she sneaked into Singhania's house and assaulted him".

" WHAT", Mr. Sharma was shocked

" He is dangerous papa. And we can't stop her. So I keep an eye on her. I hope you don't mind", said Jeet.

" Take care son", said CPS.

Jeet joined Rash in car.

" The snitch Zeeshu", she scoffed.

" Sumeet called me", Jeet said with a straight face.

" You hypocrite . You talk about eradicating mafia and are still friends with one", she said.

" Who said we are friends", he raised a brow. " He said if you sneak in again he will cut you in pieces and send me one by one".

" THE NERVE", she screamed. " I WILL MAIM HIM AND CASTRATE HIM".

" You would make a perfect assasin", said Guru.

She shot him a dirty look. Jeet chuckled.

" Rash I know you don't love me anymore", he said with a heavy voice. " But please let me protect you. Until I eliminate him be with me. For my peace of mind. Please baby".

" Jeet", she hugged him and sobbed.

They came back to Aaashiyana and as Guru left were lost in each other again.

A day later

Night time

Jeet was in a place that looked like a ruin. He drove an nondescript car to reach here. There was no security. He was in disguise as no one recognized him. He went in.

" You came", said Shaun. He was in tears.

He took Jeet in . Guru was waiting for them. AND ONE MORE PERSON.

" Take a seat Zeeshu", said Jeet.

He did.

They all looked at the garlanded photograph of a young man.

" He would have turned 30 today", said Guru.

He took out a cake.

The men had tears in their eyes.

" YOU AS*H*LE", Shaun said to the smiling person in photograph. " You will pay for what you did to all of us".

As the blew the candles and cut the cake Jeet said,

" Happy birthday mate".

They all wished him.

Jeet stared at his dead friend. Tomorrow was his swearing in ceremony. He went ahead and touched the flame of the diya he lit for his friend's birthday.

He said with a venegance,

" I, Ranjeet Devendra Oberoi swear in the name of God that I will find the people who have wronged you from any corner of this universe. They will suffer a slow torturous death from my hands and before I am done with them they will beg for their deaths to come soon".

His friends were not surprised They knew their mate's death was a conspiracy. And none of them would rest until he was avenged.

Afterwards all of them left as secretly as they came.

Ranjeet took oath as the youngest chief minister of state next morning. He formed a varied cabinet and his promise to state declared.

Complete eradication of mafia.

Ranjeet knew he would act on his oath but his enemy was not some fish or ordinary crocodile. HE WAS THE DRAGON HIMSELF.

" Bring it on Sumeet Singhania ", he said.

It was the roar of a lion. The King.