"It's confirmed, Ranji's Sarpanch is coming, and here is his personal identity and report." Sai tossed the sleek black file with a thud on the side table of Leher's bed. Her light green leheriya dupatta of straight salwar suit flows behind her as she sprawls on the bed right next to her elder sister. "So now we just need to be more careful."
Leher's back rests on headboard of her bed, as extends her hands towards the file and took it from there. Her soft dark brown tendrils framed her face, deliberately left out of the bun, as she begins to flip it to the third page where usually the picture of their next target are found.
"Mmm, this one is incredibly good looking," Leher hummed softly, taking in the appealing guy. "I hope his brain's blub glows as much as his skin is glowing in this picture," She continued studying the picture of smirking man who has his eyes shielded by aviator. His arms crossed over his chest, the sleeves of his dark blue polo T-shirt hugging his wide shoulders and arms.
This man knows how to dress. Leher was taken back; how handsome he is.Pressing her lips together, she huffs. "Dealing with another man-child is super soul sucking."
"Absolutely; he does look better, but you still have yet to see Thakur's genes." Sai grins, her wide eyes twinkling. "Jija, I swear, all men in that family are born with majestic beauty, especially the eldest one. mere Shrinath! Even from the screen of my laptop, his dark eyes were spitting fire, I was so mesmerized! I would totally suggest going for him if it was not your ultimate rule to 'always to choose the younger ones, who avoid the limelight.'" Sai mocked Leher ignoring the tremor ripples down body.
A small smile takes over Leher's face as she rolls her eyes at her little sister's dramatic antics. Who would have thought that her litter sister would go for old men. As shocking it was for Leher, she was not against it. She made this rule of always go for younger ones because they are usually these type of kids who avoids their father's limelight yet choose all their luxuries with open arms. The one who are not caugh in the public eyes and are easy catch compared to their fathers.
"Are you sure we can take down two birds with one stone? We don't need Ranas now. Thakurs will nail the deal. It will be a quick in and out. On top of that, we still are not sure if Nihal will stay there for more or less than an hour." Leher's radiant rani pink Anarkali offers her an energetic charm, which can be overwhelming for some, but not for Leher. She adores flamboyant clothes. Its the one thing she did not even change for her Missions. Weather she is playing entrepreneur, entertainer or zookeeper she will never let go of her radiant pieces. As for now, she is getting into ethical clothes.
"Hey-hey-hey, hang on, this time Gobhi assured me, Nihal Rana is going to be in Panchi for a month, you know what that means," Sai murmurs, placing a hand on Leher's shoulder, firmly. "Please Jija, we can't miss this golden key. I know Thakurs are enough, but Plan B never hurts. And it will keep me entertained."
"Sai, if you need entertainment, I can always arrange your admission in foreign college." Leher breathes deeply and exhales, shakes her head, arguing with her malevolent angle. "Let it go. It's too risky, and we can't be caught under any circumstances. You know the consequences. We will lose everything."
Leher had heard the names of the enigmatic duo: The Thakurs and The Ranas; who has almost whole north-western part of India eating out of the palms of their hands. Scheming against high authorities like those people is never a good idea. It was already risky selecting a Khandani guy for their scapegoat. That's why Leher is just looking for a quick introduction with their second youngest heir, Thakur Suryaman Singh Shekhawat, and scoot the Thakur's grounds as soon as possible.
Prey always fall for it when we are around their people and on their grounds.
Leher had targeted fair share of Indian politicians' kids here and there in last few years. The politicians who are too scared to admit to the world what they went through. Leher had learned how to play the players and keep the game going on till she is done. But this time with Sai pitching in too, Leher is not sure if she should welcome Sai's reckless plans. Leher just doesn't want her in trouble. Sai indeed is smart women, but she is still her baby sister.
However, sometimes we just need to bite the bullet. Leher has been doing it for years and she hates it more than anything for her sister to end up like her. Annoyed by her thoughts, Leher shook her head calming herself.
"Don't worry, Jija. All pit stops are behind us, I know we are playing biggest gamble, they are big names, but–" Sai's eyes soften as she engulfs her elder sister in a warm hug and continued. "–This time you have me, and we are aiming for the finish line."
"That's the problem." Leher murmurs under her breath, not loud enough to be heard by Sai. How can she allow her only sister to do the things she has been doing, feeling guilty for years? Letting the evils of this world consumed her whole being?
Things that are unlawful. Infact Sai shouldn't be here, she should have left the country and started new somewhere, Leher thoughts with a sign. She pats Sai's head softly. "Alright but only if you promise me something."
"Anything." Sai nodded quickly.
"If we do this... God forbid if it all goes down in flames, I want you to run. I don't care whether you got him or not, I will want you to leave everything and run."
'Leave me and run' was silent.
Leher cups Sai's cheeks, her fingers skimming over her sister's soft skin gently and continued quietly. "Because this time we are not being chased by the lambs, Saiya, this time, the wolves will be coming for us."
"Deal." Sai said without another thought and move to smooch her sister's cheek and engulfs her in a warm hug.
Their features were so akin yet distinct. Blessed with their parents sharp facial features both girls got their mother's brown eyes, yet they were as expressive as their father's. But no one is literate enough to read them and guess their next move.
A ping sound broke the silence indicating a message notification. Sai pulls out her phone from pocket of her green kurti to check a message from Gopal.
"Gobhi has Thakurs' file ready!" Sai says, excitement in her voice as she typed furiously on her phone, not once lifting her eyes. Leher once again started to scan Nihal Singh Rana's file, searching for a head start. "He is on his way here, ready to take us to our new home!"
"I think I should change." Leher's voice didn't waver as her nerves did. Reaching for her pink kurti and pants drom their still packed luggage, hiding her heart ache on her sister's words, between the shuffles.
Home? Where is that? Where did this word even come from in Sai's mind? They never had a home after their father left them. They only had hotels and motels but never home.
"I saw the place myself, Saiya, you are going to love it there."
"I should change too. Please open the door for Gobhi, he went grocery shopping for us." Leher watched her sister musing and leaving the room from crack in the bathroom door, Sai's voice fades out. "I still don't get how this man shops for ladyfinger for dinner all the while digging dirty secrets of..."
Fourteen-year-old Leher used to follow Gopal everywhere in their house, calling out, "Gopal bhai, yeh dekho! Gopal bhai, woh dekho!" Meanwhile, two year younger than her, little Sai would chase after them, on her short legs and a pigtail on her head, yelling- "Are Gopi-bhiya! Aree, koi toh ruko mere liye!"
[Brother Gopal, look at this! Brother Gopal, look at that!]
[Hey Gopi-bro! Hey please! Someone, wait for me!"]
Gopal left the country when he turned twenty and came back Four years later now as the owner of 'Gofine', one of the most successful fintech companies of India. While he may be Mr. Right to others, he still remains 'Gobhi' to Leher and Sai.
When Leher decided to get equal with the evils of society, who think they own the world, Gobhi was on the other end of world, launching his softwares. But when he get to know about the whereabouts of Leher and Sai, he was the one who rename them as team 'Gobhi's Angels' from 'Charlie's Angels', of course, that unimpressive name was Leher's idea.
Leher rises from her couch to answer the door when the doorbell rang. A tall man was standing in their doorway, struggling to enter while balancing two large paper bags in his both hands. "Don't ask me for repayment. I'm not paying a penny for the things I hadn't asked you to bring." Leher drawls, closing the door behind him.
"Ha, ha, pata hai muje, Kanjoos. Ek cup chai toh milegyi muje?" Gobhi says stretching across the living area couch after he placed all the grocery bags on kitchen island.
[I know, you miser. Can I at least get a cup of tea?]
"Cutting ₹30 ki hai." Leher replies tying her hair up and dashing into the small kitchen of the house they rented for month in outskirts of the Panchi. Leher can't wait to have a large kitchen, which she saw in their new home. It's been years since she tasted her comfort food made by Nani. [₹30 for half of cup.]
It's almost time for a reunion.
To bring back Gobhi's third angel.
"Ek Masala Chai, Chhotu." Gobhi smirks.
[Serve the Masala Chai, small one]
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The grand tour didn't take long, considering Leher and Gobhi have already visited the haveli months ago when they visited Panchi for location check. Leher recalls how she planned to buy it the moment their car stopped in the walkway of Haveli.
"Oh my God, this is perfect. Look at the view!" Sai squeals in delight, hopping onto ceiling-to-floor swing in cozy living room.
Leher glanced at her sister, a subtle smile gracing on her lips. Her eyes mirrored her sister's happiness as her fingers danced over the pages of a file of Thakur Suryaman Singh Shekhawat. The third page held his recent pictures of walking out of city library. Walking with is head bent like he just came cutting throats, looking in hurry by his furrowed brows, a tense jaw seems like it's about to crack.
His whole file made him appear a decent, kind and approachable guy, but this picture contradicts everything, he is in crispy black suit from hair to toe. He looks as approachable as crocodile to deer.
What Sai said is undeniable. This cozy corner infused with heritage charm. The walls painted in a deep maroon with a hand-painted painting of Rajasthani woman standing tall in her elegant red attire above a carved white fireplace which glows with clusters of candles, casting warmth in chill of February.
Wooden armchairs with cane details carrying cushions printed with marching elephants, horses and peacocks, a true nod to Rajasthan's regal spirit. The entire setup feels like stepping back into a royal haveli except it was not royal.
Well, it was turned into a royal place, Gobhi throughs. He is well aware of Leher's virtues, she did turn it into something out of a history books. Just like she wanted it to be. Her bank vault must have seen the massacre of digits.
Every corner of the haveli captures the soul of Rajasthani royal living — heritage walls, majestic arches, timeless art and palatial grandeur. As old as its tales are, it is well maintained after so many years.
"I have great news!" Gobhi exclaimed as he popped in from the balcony, looking super adorable in his baby blue sweater and nerdy glasses. "Guess what?"
Leher waited for him to share the news without the theatrics, while Sai chimed in excitedly, "Is Nani here already?"
"I'm not talking about Kashi ma's arrival, Sai; she'll be here in the evening. I was referring to our entry into Thakur Palace." Gobhi sounded disappointed that they couldn't even read his mind. "My team just reported that my CEO and MD were invited along with me."
"That won't work; the invitation clearly lists the names of the guests. We have no way to get in," Leher replied, her tone almost bored, as if she were done with the conversation. "I told you to be patient. I'll find another way to enter his life myself."
She picked the last file from the pile, skimming through the first two pages until her orbs paused at the third page. Moments later, she held the page in her hands, admiring the regal cheekbones and flawless skin of Thakur Isar Singh Shekhawat.
His white kurta hugged his thick arms and stretched over his wide chest. A single lock of his perfectly styled hair falls over his forehead. His dark brows are relax yet those deep dark eyes were like ocean at night time, threatening to raise tsunamis.
The shot likely came from a paparazzi, evident from the lethal glance directed at whoever was behind the camera, while still not bothering to button his white kurta all the way to the top, probably in rush to get out from the crowd.
Beauty is indeed genetic.
Her fingers turned to the final page of the report, where the allergies of the Thakur's eldest son were noted, attributed to sources identified as Nihal Singh Rana, Sarpanch of Ranji.
If Leher had not read the file, she might have been taken aback to find the name of Sarpanch of Ranji at places like this; however, that was not the case now. Leher know how this political rivalry turned into friendship between the young Ranas and Thakurs long ago. And Nihal Rana is definitely regretting outing the secret of his ex-rival.
"They don't, smarty! Tumse jada invites aate hai muje mat batao. " Gobhi growled, irritation noticeable in his voice. "Gobhi's angels are going on mission this weekend, and you Miss Leher-" A finger was lifted towards Leher's embarrassed form. "-you know well, so better be ready."
[I get more invites than you, don't tell me, smartypants.]
Excitement lit up in Sai's eyes as a grin lifts the corners her lips. "Great. Let's go for Jiju hunting!"
Leher tried her best to hide her embarrass red cheeks or maybe it was her shy cherry cheeks by the idea of meeting the enigmatic God like men.
Sai chuckles knowingly. However smarty Leher is, in front of cute guys she can be clumsiest mess.
Leher send a hard glare towards Sai, trying be intimidating, failing nonetheless. These joyous moments were nothing compared to what she wants to give her little sister. If Leher could she would have gave all the happiness of the world and more, to her but first, she had to get to the Thakurs.
And Ranas.
Fuck. Lots of work to do.
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Glossary
Sarpanch - Mayor like figure, respected person of the Village.
Jija - It’s a respectful and affectionate term used to address an older sister or older female figure in a family or community.
Jiju - It’s a respectful and term used to address a sister's husband or friend’s husband.
Bhai - Brother
Thakurs and Ranas – Two of the most Respectful community of Indian society.
Nani – Maternal Grandmother
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Happy New Year Everyone !!
Toh kese ho mere badmaasho? Badmashi kesi chal rahi hai? Yes I finally wrote that damn story, which was at back of my mind for a year.
The official story will published in February 2026. This release can be move closer on Stck if I get cool responses and interested readers on Stck. But on wattpad I will publish in February.
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