At a short of twenty paces away from the thatch, the D.K.s caravan appeared, a small band of about fifteen men stood yelling on the road. Some men of the platoon carried a long cycle chain, while others, had a long shaft in their hand. It was a typical sign of any gang. A little ahead of them walked a tall and shiny cover figure. With his head raised upright, his eyes aggrieved, he took slow methodical steps, his mind lost in unfathomable thoughts. If he were not a gangster, he would have a B-grades films villain. There was a polished black gun in his right hand with a long point, relatively wide diameter pipe. It was-the bastard of bastrads� J.K. Bhai. He raised hand up as all shouting�s from behind turned to silent. He took a step silently …show more content…
turning to one of his men yelled out, pointing a finger to one of the small hatches. One of the bastards immediately rushed in, toted a farmer out, father aged, with a rare show of any mercy, slapped him while, and pushed him before J.K. feet heavily. "Lord, lord gives me some more time. I take the promise of my son... that I will, I will pay your every single penny but do not outrage us like this. I beg you," he cried, pleaded, and licked boots before J.K. The last words muttered under his sobbing and heavy breath. "Oh, who has beaten him so much? All scoundrels! Live him alone. Okay, tell me when you are going to give me my money back," J.K. spoke shamelessly, shifted his wide eyes to the farmer. His expression was stiff with a faint line of a crooked smile. That could be found in B- grade film. He adjusted on the chair, inched further, and wrapped tightly around the farmer�s neck his thick band of muscles, pulled arm over his knees. "Where your wit was gone as you had taken out debit?� He moved mouth close, mouthed grubby words out, his face fully filled with unabashed …show more content…
He coughed as loosened grip, sat down on the road practicing breathing with bowed head down; breathing was so heavy that could fly some chunk of sitting soil. "O hag! I have already given you so much. That�s enough now!" J.K. burked. "My honor is at your feet. Lord," he pleaded, composing himself and licking the boots of J.K. "Is it so?" he responded languidly bringing right hand to his chin rubbed it for a few moments. From the distance, J.K. saw two just young lads; stealthily peeped in from behind the door, winced and trembled in the place. "I guess that's right. I suppose I should sleep with your lad then your standard will come to my level," J.K. spoke, returning his dirty gaze on the farmer, "No lord.� As the farmer spoke, with his all force J.K. kicked on the farmer�s right shoulder, which made him to topple down, on the ground. �Catch her!" J.K. ordered. "We had taken a loan to her an elder sister marriage, and Lado," the farmer burst into cry looking over shoval of