THE TRAITORS

THE NANDAs

The darkness is slowly engulfing the evening sky. The entire place is sailing through thick silence.
Moving in further we notice an abondoned factory like building crying in the darkness. It is surrounded by trees and shrubs on all its sides. It's walls are covered by network of creepers.
Entering inside, that old factory has no lights, except for some small bulbs here and there.
In that dark night, that factory somehow resembled a devil's house.
The factory overall resembled a puzzle, that we used to solve during our childhood. It has many turns, many curves and many more extensions. It seemed like it has no end.
At the farther end of an extension, there are some steps leading to a basement.
In the basement, after covering some similar turns and extensions, we enter an area which is filled with some series of small rooms.
Each room has a wooden door, with a small mesh like opening present on it.
All the rooms are empty, except for one.
Inside the room, we see a man lying on the floor, unconscious.
His hands are tied to his back. His legs are tied. His face has been masked with a black coloured cloth bag. His hands and legs are full of injuries. It seemed like he hadn't eaten anything since ages.
He lied there like a deadbody without any kind of movement, may be due to some drug he had been injected with.

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She drove quickly through the narrow lanes, swiftly escaping the other vehicles coming her way.
She finally stopped infront of a small white washed house.
She opened the gate and entered inside. She examined the entire compound, trying if she could find someone.
All the doors are open and there's no one seen inside.
She slowly peeked inside and meanwhile,
"Who's that?", she heard a trembling, feeble male voice from behind and turned to face it.
An old man stood there with a question mark face.
"Hello, Sir! I am Anu, Vikrant Sir's daughter. He called you a day before, didn't he? Ahh.., he asked you for a flat..., do you remember? So, I have come to meet your new tenants. They are my friends."
The old man said nothing, but stood there, staring her with grim face.
She didn't understand what happened.
"Wh..at ha..ppened, Sir?", she sluttered.
"I have never met such people in my life. It's only because your father had told, that I agreed. Otherwise, I had no problem in leaving this house empty.", he said seriously and walked away from there.
She followed him behind and asked him worriedly,
"What happened, Sir?".
"They said they don't need the house.", he said in a complaining tone.
"They don't need it?", she asked shocked.
"Yeah! And do you know what, they didn't even enter the house. Mannerless!", he said angrily.
She understood that the old man is deeply hurt and started speaking,
"Sorry Sir, I am really very sorry! I am really sorry on their behalf. See, Sir, they are very good people. Please don't mistake them. They might have done it out of some emergency. Please, don't feel bad. Once again, I am very sorry Sir.", saying so she slowly turned to leave,
"Accha, listen!",
she turned to face him,
"They gave this and went", he handed her a small envelope.
She took it quickly and teared it open.
"998xxxx230, only message." It read.
"They gave this?!", she asked astonished. A kind of small happiness started playing on her face.

"Yes! They asked me to give this to that person who helped them find this house. I thought it must be you. By the way, what did they write? Did they write that the flat is not good?", he asked in a detective tone.
"No! This is something else.
Anyways, Thank you, Sir. I will leave now.", saying so, she turned to leave, but,
"Wait", the old man ordered.
She turned to face him.
"When they came, they covered their faces completely. Why did they do so? Are they some gangsters? What do they actually do?".
"Ah.., No! Pollution! You know the Mumbai's pollution, right? Actually, you should also try it. It's good for your health. OK? Take care. I will take your leave now. Bye.".
She quickly escaped from there, in order to avoid any other kind of questions.
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