All the beautiful daughters of Mara by Ashok Aatreya (beach books .TXT) 📖

agreed and gave to-three poses smilingly. .She was in happy responsive mood when Anand congratulated her for her recent return from Chikanpur constituency .She smiled and thanked Anand.She perhaps thought that Anand was a different type of fresh-faced young boy She even invited him to meet at her home, some time whenever he was in the capital... and that was the beginning of his golden time Two shots outside the car and one impressive portrait looking through the side screeen of her car.She also waved them all smilingly. He visited her home after a month, had good talk and his luck and circumstances brought him close to Mrs. Mira Gandhi who very intelligently became the wizard of politics again and was elected back as P.M soon.
At that time Anand was facing tough time fighting with the new University Job.He was encouraged to leave his old job of University immediately by one of her close associate and was helped to joine Research and Analysis Wing (RAW) which was P.M's special cell at that time. only at that time he got an opportunity to meet Shaheen again who came along with the Pakistan Prez to Jaipur to witness a friendly match with India.He was shifted to SIB later and other intelligence service as an officer and ultimately got shifted to Anti-Terrorist Squad (ATS), the job was very close to his hobby of shooting, which he had developed earlier in his student life at Bikampur.
After joining Anti Terrorist Squad he got a call from her old friend at his residence…She was coming to Delhi to meet some foreigner friend…and Anand too felt like helping her once again .For a long time he was not in touch with Divine and was not much interested to know about her activities but after receiving a call he thought to meet his old friend.
It was definitely an interesting day for Anand who happened to be an officer of Anti-Terrorist-Squad and it was the beginning of his career too..As a matter of fact the so called phrase ‘Encounter Specialist “a self styled and self imposed cultural contribution in itself.At least not meaning exactly that in terms of dictionary, what is glorified in the Police wing..It is also said that no language owns its that meaning that is particularly referred to in the glamorous world of general public.In the mind of the people this simple phrase has become a synonym of death…In the crime branch that word is used for those shooters who are identified with the number of goons each killed in the encounter…
Anand was from the officers rank and did not come under the category of Inspectors and Sub- Inspectors yet he went out and enjoyed the killings out of his position until he was truly absorbed in the Anti- Terrorist Squad…He was not among those so called Encounter Specialists who scored more hits…whose score was beyond !00 sometimes…His position in the A.T.S was of a very different type…He took killing of terrorist as a real adventure in his life…He was an officer of a kind who took personal pains and risks in organizing the encounters and acted in the front line of his junior cops…He had seen the days of Dadas of the business capital, using country made kattas…and also the most organized crime of Terrorists .having international links and even strong local connections with big politicians…those goons had been connected with the black- marketers and hoarders of essential commodities…till late bomb blast game …in that the accused had connections in European countries …and Dubai. .some of them had their hide-outs in Pakistan…Anand had even faced directly those hard core criminals who managed to escape due to the loop- holes in the law..
He had seen the divide of gangs in Hindu –Muslim formations…which created lot of development of syndicating of criminals on the broad- base. .and only after that phase Anand left his Encounter Specialist job and joined politics directly. .It was definitely an interesting side line and the off-shoot of organized white collar crime of the country. Anand remembered his first interesting day of his being with the Anti-Terrorist Sqad.
.By now he was almost settled and had a happy married life, still he was in touch with Divine. As a painter and by now she had put three to four important one man shows of her painting in the capital New Delhi at Ravindra Bhawan and Jahangir Art Gallery in Bombay.
Anand was living in the south Delhi area and Bhairvi had changed to Chemistry teaching from her earlier nursing background. She was still in touch with her old friend Divine. It was around evening that he got a call from Divine that she was coming to Delhi to receive one of her painter friends who was a new acquaintance. He was coming with his Roman Catholic Nun wife. Anand was requested by Divine to come to Santacruez Airport for some formal clearance from Custom etc.
Anand had no previous idea of any other relationship developed between Divine with her so called artist painter friend. He immediately informed his close friend Narang who was a custom officer who had been known for his smuggler's eye and good nose. In due course of time Anand was informed by his friend that the person for whom he is coming to Santacruez was under sever vigilance right form Addis Ababa. His so called Nun Catholic wife was also a suspect and Anand was advised not to come to receive him, since his contact could be further put to long investigations at Airport. He was also told to be in touch with his friend Narang who would soon discover their criminal credentials... To his surprise the painter and his so called Nun wife were held due to passport irregularities and giving wrong information to Custom Officer. The so called catholic Nun was carrying 400 watches hidden in her girdle and round her waist. She was in a dress of a Roman Catholic Nun and the suspected painter was nobody but a terrorist connected with the Pakistan Intelligence who was active in Kashmir Insurgency... That was Anand's first exposure to such incident and he saved not only himself but warned Divine not to go to Airport for receiving her painter friend. The same evening when the entire episode was exposed in the evening bulletin of Times of India, all three of them enjoyed, laughed and took a vow not to believe any stranger in future... Fortunately Anand did not use his sure shot pistol at the stranger as A.T.S. Officer and saved himself from the first possible encounter with the Pak Terrorist who could be his target also.
After this event Divine was requested by Anand’s wife and her intimate friend to stay at least for one night with them in Delhi. All three of them talked all through the night under the twinkling stars on the roof top balcony remembering their old meeting in Bhopal before Anand and Bhairvi were married. Divine was still a bachelor and couldn’t find a proper match for her.At that time only Bhairvii asked divine some positive questins and tried to understand the problems and realities of her unmarried life
‘Have you not come across anybody so far whom you could give your heart? Bhairvi asked her.
‘I am not that lucky as you are, still my search is going on…but as you know I have never been a type who run after the boys..At least so far…but don’t know of future.’’
‘The instinct of liking and disliking never dies in a human being..And she has that spirit’…Anand just intervened..
‘Yes I know better than you…She has a spirit of Phoenix…This time Bhairavi commented.
‘ Not exactly that…but I never really give up…She told very politely.‘
She left in the next morning for Pink city inviting both Anand and Bhairvi to Kota, when ever they felt free
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It was just a chance that after his joining RAW and her last Delhi meeting when Anand wanted to meet Divine, she was still working in Kota Open University. Her house was locked from outside. It was a holiday but knowing her old habits when he knocked the door he found her busy with someone else . .An Ambassador Car with the name plate of Literacy Campaign was there on the road side
In the last year Divine was also in the capital and she got the national award for her contribution in the field of Literacy …Anand was certain that the parked Ambassador car must belong to Charan , who these days became Divine’s shadow… On the same side red color Muruti car of Divine was also parked. .Her first gift and favor by Charan.It was odd time but he knocked the door. After some time, she opened the Jaffery and after glancing at him she told him politely-‘Oh Anand, wel-come. Please wait for two minutes. She was boozed. He thought it was not the right time to come here .In the first reaction Anand thought of going back but it was too early and immature of him that he thought of such a nonsensical thing in his life.., perhaps for the first time... he was not ready to face such a situation. Perhaps the very appearance of Divine and her body language “was not to his expectation... and incidently, he was one day earlier, and also without any notice, he was knocking door of an unmarried status girl in very odd hours. Was it justified? He asked himself but within few minutes. Divine was again before him. It was not a good gesture for Anand since what a new drama he was seeing by his naked eyes was not worth believing! ‘Come Anand come to my bedroom directly .Today is holiday, Mr. Charan has gone from the back door after knowing that some senior police officer was knocking my door…He did not know Anand it was you.’
In the fumbling voice,fibbing eyes,contempt of chin , nose-tip and cynical dancing hands-legs togather like a ‘lady villain’ Divine was uttering her words in varied emotions .Her earlier sober behavior and grace was sharply in contradiction to the way she was dressed in brief panty. Her skin tight halter neck topper shoewcased her protruding nipples, like calling attention motion, Like some western model all that was in full of sex- appeal showing her exhibitionistic tendency.
‘Anand perhaps you don’t know, I have finally accepted Mr Charan my god- father although he is a by-product lover of my first lover …but that doesn’t mean… I don’t love… you .Anand I… again and… again wanted… to break… one barrier. That’s of Bhairvi…and I couldn’t do that…we all can’t be happy…You take my notice once in a year now…give me only occasional hug and kiss of gratitude …darling I really appreciate that…for so long Anand, I couldn’t stand the thought of living away from my heart…and you know in that heart there is no body but Anand …my great Anand…but you are far away now…and then…I need Mr. Charan… I need more sex now …people like you…… often oblise me in installments …but what I do…my urge remain overdrive…he is my god father… you know it since long…You are the first imigrant in my heart….but at this age… he needs me more than his wife…. and he is prepared to take me home as hi…s second wife, but I don’t want it…I don’t want to be a spinster…Even if he loves me I will end as spinster in other’s eye’s… He has unmarried daughters of my age. Can I do that…?. I will never do it … But he is my fantastic god-father…!.You had given a forced bachelor tag to your Divine ….is it not right? She threw off