Mafia Queen ( Nannum Rowdy Thann)

by Ishivzhari

Disclaimer : The Story is taking place in Chennai, a place in Tamil Nadu, India. Hence, Dialogues and context might be in relation to Tamil Language, movies and places. And, I have tried to include the English version of the Tamil Dialogues in the parenthesis, so please try not skip them :) :) Happy Reading

Chapter 01

Somewhere in Chennai, the capital city of Tamil Nadu, a state in the Southern part of India. A tall and average-looking dusky man came out of an ATM centre.

'Thank you!' I said to the guard as I descended the front steps of the bank. My hand was wrapped around my side bag as if securing it from some catastrophe. A sleek smile was stretched across my clean square face. The summer evening was in its blaze and without any reluctance hovered itself over the Chennai kudimakkal (Chennai people). My eyes even with my protectors, my specs

strained as I withstood a direct encounter with the sun; and without any warning, the slender rain approached the parched land that now represents my dry skin as well. And, I strongly believe, if I listen carefully I will be able to listen to the sizzling sound of the water as it makes contact with my hot and dry skin, just like a hot pan.

The slender rain became strong but the beauty of nature was a treat for my eyes and thus for a second maybe more than that, I stood enjoying the beauty like a dutiful admirer of nature like Wordsworth. Until some stranger pushed past me to reach his vehicle to escape the rain. Irritated by the disturbance, I glanced at my drenched shirt sticking on to my skin, which revealed my abs. I smiled to myself but fell into despair as there was no particular person to boast about my hard work in the gym as I was solo just like my lone bike. But nature was kind today, I saw some girl running behind me.

She was wearing a red salwar which was similar to a frock ( sorry! I am lethally bad in fashion). The mirror reflected this beautiful girl, and I strained to see her face, but she had her file over her head, trying to escape from the rain, which obstructed my vision from seeing her face. Her hair was bouncing as she ran, ran towards me, and I felt like the hero of some Mani Ratnam movie( maybe more like Alaipayuthey or Saatiya). It was bliss!

Then without any clue, something with an enormous force snatched my bag from me. With reflex, I tried to get hold of my bag, but the heavy man ran like a whirlwind holding my bag -my bag with 10 lakhs- 10 lakhs which my entire family saved for my elder sister's wedding, the wedding which is in TWO WEEKS!!!!

For a second it was like the whole world went into oblivion and I was standing in a world that had nothing except my shrieking heartbeat of mine.

THUMP. THUMP.THUMP

'Yea Yea…. That's my money…. Oiii.. my bag!!!!' slowly with a lump in my throat my voice raged up with fear, anger, and fury. I kick-started my bike with the power to track the scoundrel who stole my bag.

Panic was numbing my nerves, fear was thumping my heart, and rage was gripping the handle as I raced towards the big, black devil who entered a fast-moving white Toyota car. I tried to move swiftly through the heavy traffic but no.. the devilish rain and the infuriating traffic of Chennai left me alone in the heavy traffic soaking, panic-stricken and heartbroken. I stared at the moving car which was getting ahead of me with each second, TN 77 CZ 0120 the license plate diminished as the car took a left turn.

Even in the soaking weather, I felt my body desiccate, 10 Lakhs flashed before my eyes, Amma, Akka, Appa.. pattu lacham ( Mom, Sister, Dad, my money, ten lakhs) TN 77 CZ 0120. The car, the scoundrel! All flashed before me like an excruciating reality.

But, wait! The car, I can follow him. I can trace him. My money!!!!! Without a second thought, I raced down the road breaking the rules and regulations, not wondering about the traffic or the 90 % chance of me getting under a truck. Even then 10 lakhs saved for my sister's wedding is more important. Odds were on my side, and after a long rush, I found it. Through the dingy slums of Chennai, the White Toyota moved like a lethal scorpion.

The lanes got narrow and more narrower as I sped forward on my bike.

'Kasmalam! Pathu poda (Scoundrel! Have you donated your eyes to hell!?)' a lady barked at me as I moved past her, hitting her slightly, making her topple down. But I didn't have time to react, nor was I in the mood to give an apology. Hence I traced the car forward until the pungent smell of decaying fish hit my nostrils, which instantly churned my stomach, and I felt the bile rising. Silence blanketed me. Even in the hotness, I felt the temperature drop to evilness, and the oblivion of reality struck me as I was standing in the centre of

The Rowdy Hub of Chennai ( The mafia centre in Chennai)

In the distance, I saw the deserted broken building with decaying old walls, the floor matted with dry leaves, and many boxes stacked above one another. While on the porch stood many gigantic Toyota cars. A shiver ran down my spine. and the wind stroked me kindly as if they were whispering silent warnings and were asking me to retreat from this place as soon as possible. The place had a strange smell of approaching danger even then without any warning my body got off the bike and started walking towards the old building.

I felt as if my soul and body were two different entities, the soul was stuck safely with the bike while my body moved forward with a conscience which was shrieking at me, 'What the hell are you doing? Do you take yourself as a mafia? Dude. You can't even stand the smell of blood, and those men are lethal, they might be killing people as a hobby. This is atrocious, do not move forward. STOP RIGHT NOW. THIS IS DEATH. Do Not .. No. No. Darling PLEASE!!!'

But no. Idiot I am, ignored my own warning. At that very second one hefty man, like a black Hulk came out of that building accompanied by two other men just like him tall as a mountain and dark as coal, and all looked like char-coaled pumpkins with strange colour hair, which in no way looked funny but made me frightened of these monsters.

'Ammadii (Oh Lord)..!' I hid in my body, and my body hid behind an amorphous drum. A nauseating stank pierced through my nose. In a short distance, one of the cars roared into life and raced down the sandy road.

With caution, I peeped from my hiding place and assessed for the potential threats, when I found the coast clear, I rouse-up and caught knowledge on the preliminary source for the stank, and it was coming from the decaying waste from the shapeless drum. I moved forward, swift like a cat and didn't risk entering through the front door. I weighed my steps softly as I ran towards the side of the building, breathing was becoming a treacherous task, and I struggled to keep them calm. My palm was damp with sweat and stripped down the old faded wall lining along wherever I touched. My head reeled 180 degrees at each step, and then I caught my hope, the window in the distance; without any caution, I ran towards it. The salty wind kissed me as the sun ducked down hastily to avoid witnessing something nasty like .. my death!

The window was wide open, and I peered inside the huge room filled with boxes arranged vertically in rows of zig-zag patterns, and there was a fluorescent bulb glowing in the middle of the room. With a pounding heart, I jumped into the inviting threat. The place looked deserted, but vigilance navigated me through the maze of boxes. And I heard faint voices. The soul went to the upper sky and returned Gun! Mafias! Death!

Some guttural voice was speaking out loud in Chennai Tamil and many voices laughed at it; it was like listening to the hyena's final laughter before the kill 'Amma, my mother, what the devil am I doing. This is pure suicide!!!' My Soul jumped up and down, frightened. From behind one of the boxes I glanced towards the gang, the mafia gang. One of the unhappy-looking men in the gang started talking loudly, then abruptly stopped and started listening to a meek sound coming from the centre. And the entire group fell into the fold of immaculate silence to that soft, cold voice.

But the devil is always on the devil's side, and my phone blared into its prime life, as the ringtone slashed through the silence. I bit my lips as the discussion stopped and I heard the rustling of the garments as the men promptly made their way to my crying phone. Trying my luck, I searched my pocket for it but the big stupid android stuck and sang itself as death approached me.

Finally, I took out my phone and my mother's smiling face flashed on my screen. For a second I thought it was the last thing before death takes me away. The face I saw when I opened my eyes to this world for the first time, and the same face bidding me farewell. Panic blanketed me and I sat there shivering as the boxes hiding me tore down and a strong powerful hand clasped my throat and seized my chance of survival. The fear avoided breathing and when the Gunda ( Goon) threw me down like flu-stricken chicken, I gasped for breath and life. And without a warning one heavy leg knocked itself on my stomach, the pain swirled through my head, it was torture.

Blood filled my eyes as tears rolled down, and another kick at my guts and I saw spots and figures, my lungs were rasping for breath but fear, and panic took control all over my body. And it took seconds for me to understand that I was breathing along with spitting blood

while someone was asking me something in Tamil.

'Yaarda nee? (Who are you?) Who send you here? Soluda!( Tell me) You shit asshole, whose spy are you? You dare not to say..F-!' Another kick to my guts and I twisted like a tiny worm swirling in the agony of fire. When the pain finally struck my brain. I opened my eyes and pointed to me was the cold, heartless Gunpoint.