Wednesday, 19 November 2014

43. Maestri finishes off Chakri



CHAPTER 43
Maestri finishes off Chakri

          It was an estate in the outskirts of the city. Chakri and his gang had surrounded the farmer and his son.

Looking at the farmer, Chakri said, “Sign on the paper and take the mone without creating any problems.”

Farmer was feeling scared. “We will sell our land to anyone we feel like. Or we will not sell if we don’t want to. Who are you to come to our village and threaten us like this?”

Chakri got very angry. “We are not taking your land for free. We are paying for it. Other farmers have given their land to me out of fear, haven’t they? If you give by yourself, it is ok. Otherwise you know about those men who have died for opposing me.”

Son said, “I will not sign even if you kill me. I will talk to the MLA if needed.”

Chakri laughed loudly. “MLA is a partner to this land deal. I will call him and you can talk to him now itself.”
He punched the MLA’s number and handed over the cell to farmer’s son. “Ask your MLA.”

But the son threw the cell to the ground.

Chakri got very angry. “Bastard. How can you do that? I will kill you. I will get another man to sign for you and get your land registered.”

Farmer folded his hands. “Please don’t harm my son. He is my only son. I will sign where ever you want.”

Meanwhile Maestri parked his bike outside the gate of the estate and entered. Rowdies had already started driking. Bar girls were dancing on the stage. Music was going on in loud volume. As Maestri entered the hall, rowdies recognised him.

Driver shouted, “Punch Maestri has come.”

Rowdies started running away. Maestri took out his sword and started attacking them. Fight started.

Girls were all scared. But Maestri did not touch them. “I will not harm you. Keep dancing.”

Maestri continued to hit the men with his sword. Many of them died on the spot. Maestri picked up one man and asked, “Where is your boss Chakri?”

The man pointed to the stairs. Maestri dragged the man up the stairs. When they reached the room, the man pointed to Chakri and said, “That is Chakri.”

At the same time, farmer was getting ready to sign the papers.

Rowdie was pointing to Chakri. Maestri swung his sword and cut off the man’s neck in one swing. The man fell down in a pool of blood. Chakri was shocked. His men attacked Maestri with their swords. Fight started again.

Chakri and four men ran outside. Seeing this Maestri ran after them. He killed the four men and raised his sword to kill Chakri.

Chakri folded his hands and pleaded. “Pleas leave me alone. Don’t kill me.”

Maestri put his leg on Chakri’s chest and said, “Did you realise the value of life now? Didn’t you realise it when you were taking my brother’s life?”

Looking at the men, Maestri said, “This bastard killed my innocent brother. Killing people is common for them. I know this man’s history. He has been a rowdie since last 10 years and already killed 20 to 30 innocent people. Tell me how I must deal with him.”

People come nearer. “Brother, this fellow has already killed 10 farmers in our village. Police and court did not do anything. He keeps coming to our village again and again. We are forced to sell our agricultural land to him out of fear.”

Another man said angrily, “First you finish him off. If you let him escape, he will kill more innocent people.”

Maestri thought for a while and said, “Let us do one thing. I will allow you to finish off this man by yourself. Start taking off his body parts.”

People came forward. Maestri gave one punch to Chakri, who fell down among the villagers. They take the swords from the hands of the dead rowdies and attack Chakri. They cut off his hands and other body parts. Chakri shouted and pleaded. But the villagers hand no pity for the demon. They finish him off.

The farmer folded his hands to Maestri. “You have appeared just in time to save me by finishing off the rowdies.”

Maestri smiled. “If good people have to live, bad people have to die. When the police come, tell them that their rival gang came and finished them off.”

Maestri took his bike and left. People stood watching with folded hands.

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