And the day, the appointment with the Prime Minister is here. I got picked up by that same escort team and got escorted to the PM in quit a monotonous way. The Minister is nowhere to be seen though.
He made me wait for like five hours in the lounge and when he came without apologising to making me wait that long he just went, "took to long enough to reach me even though I stated I needed you urgently" with that smug face. I can't even explain it in words how much I want to slap that mug of his with my sneakers.
"Imprudent of you to say that when it was your arrangements that were planned for the appointments to be held after 178 hours and 52 minutes after your so urgent call and more to that your late arrival of 5 hours and 17 minutes makes it even more suspicious as to if you really do need me urgently or not." I replied while sipping on the 3rd cup of bland tea which for god sakes which enemy of Britain had brewed.
"Now, now as cocky and mannerless as ever to me I see. Well it was not my intention to make you wait like this. It was all this brat's doing I promise." pointing at something behind me.
As I looked behind from my shoulder a man of a fairly tall and broad build appeared. He was not in the room when I entered the lounge neither did, I saw him entering here later. I could not even sense is presence at all. How long has he been standing there? How much did he herd our conversation? This's quit a problem, if words go out if me being talking to the PM in a casual tone, no, in rather disrespecting tone, I will not be getting sued or chased by journalists, right?
"This young man here is the youngest candidate for the Prime Minister in the next elections in 2 years. And I want you to help him to make a better nation." Said the old man. That's kinda sus!
"I have already told you earlier this thing numerous times that no matter what I will be involved in any political affairs sir." I replied politely in front of the new face, "and my decisions will be the same in the future too no matter how much of a bribe you give me or drive me to the dead end." Hearing my reply, the man chuckled and the old man still had the coy face.
This is the end of my patience a single more of nonsense and I am out of it. "Now dear, how can you say that? I am not dragging you into any political complications you know and rather than that what you need to do is far beyond anything related to any political business." The old man spouted some nonsense again I thought but I remained silent dropping my patience limit to hell to see how he will coax me.
'That man he is nearly 27-year-old from his looks and from what that old man said he is going to be the next…PM? What kind of sick game is this? I know in our country one can be a Prime Minister if they are at least 25 years old but why? You got some decent looks like an exotic mix breed human and from that aura around you, you are probably very well educated too. Just why in the world are you thinking of being a politician at this young age when you are supposed to playing around huh?' I was thinking all this with the background music of the old man's nonsense coaxing and got I snapped out when I saw the man approaching me.
"I am Kshitij Parrikar. I want to be the next PM and for that I need your help Dr Bhumija Swetha." Breaking through the PM he said, "You are the only one with the potentials for helping me. You can decline helping me but I sincerely need your help."
Hmmm? That took me off guard. What's with this weird coincidence of name? After a brief pause, I said to him, "I presume you know that I am biologist who is shunned for the crazy ideas for the bio-mutations ideas in humans right?" "I am all aware of that mam." Of course, you did know, I once was more viral than any Bollywood legend's love scandals just for the introduction of that idea through a paper work published in the medical science magazine.
"Then, why bother?" "I want to be the Prime Minister that is why." Huh!?What's wrong with this boy's logic?
"Bhumi you two have met earlier right?" PM said. "when? Its my first time seeing him." "I've my intel you know. You two have already met." What kind of delusional intel you have mister?
"Well sir, you said something about me participating in the new council of bioengineered mutants something. What about that?" I directed towards PM. "Yes, that is the reason why I called you. As I said, this boy here is going to be the next PM, with only your help that is and for that we want to go to the council as the Dean leading the new research group for human mutants' experiments." He explained. Mutants got my tongue. Their objective and demand don't match at all. I don't know what to say anymore. "you will be told about the plan in details later but you just have to work as the researcher that is all we need as a help. Now then you two chat for a bit I shall then go to attend my duties." And he fled.
Ugh! Don't leave me with this man with nutjob logics alone you old man.
It's been 15 minutes since when he left the two of us here and we are only staring at each other's mug with a poker face. It's awkward should I say something or ask something? "How old are you?" I blurted out unconsciously out of panic. "23-year-old by next month" he said. Ah~ so young~ so jealous~ "Quite young in respect to a face like that huh!" I mumbled pretty audibly while laughing weirdly and it's even more awkward then before. "…that was rude of me…" I apologised.
So, he wants to be the youngest PM by the age of the youngest age limit. That quite a determination I give that. Now that I think about it, he does look kind of familiar… have I really met him before? That physique of his somehow somewhere is kind of similar to the Slumber man from that night…
"Did you make a visit to hospital or a psychiatrist in these days around?" I asked him with a doubt. He got startled and looked at me with surprise "…how did you…know…?" he mumbled. Ops! I am even rude to the future PM to, I guess. But that might be a coincidence, right? He could have remembered my face if he were to be 'him' right? "I just made a guessed. Why what happened?" I resumed the conversation.
"…some three or four days ago… I was going to meet you in the hotel you were staying at…but…in the lobby there was a party and somehow I got involved and was forced to drink…until I was quite drunk and when I sobered up a bit...I found myself lying in a bathtub with blood all over running from my head to…and when I got out of the bathroom…there was pictures of me in blood on a laptop…in full screen view...was an old lady washing blood off a big kitchen knife…I panicked and ran away to hospital…I thought that she was going to kill me for…I might done something while drunk…" he mumbled awkwardly.
"...that….old lady was me…" I stated with a straight face, "…you did not do anything wrong…sorry…for making you experience a trauma like that…"
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