The Quest

Bushra's:

'It's payment time.' The Supervisor announced, rubbing his dirty hands all over his chin. A few of his pimples have popped open and the trickle of blood with some fluid is smudged over the place. I grimaced in disgust at the sight of the frowning man. His moustache itched from the two sides of his upper lips as a permanent displeased expression is plastered on his ugly face.

Mad-Manish, as my co-workers like to call him, is a pain in the ass for an employer. He is a crook who likes to shout profanities like he is chanting a mantra, is never satisfied no matter how hard one works, and is a pro at finding defects. But, he is extremely successful in managing the inherited bar: The Delicacy's, and helping the enemies in disguise, like myself, unconsciously.

The noise of the cutleries clashing immediately came to a halt. There are rounds of happy chatter. No wonder Saturday is everyone's favourite. It has to be. It provides us with everything other days in the week are incapable of: freedom, happiness, and money.

'Starting with Sony.' He flashes me a disgustingly lustful smirk and points at the back cottage where his 'office for official purposes is. 'Be quick!' He nods and walks to the back of the hall before he disappears behind two shabby wooden doors.

Sony SR. has been my identity for three years. For three years, I have been an orphan, a hobo, putting up on the streets and living at the werewolf's mercy.

From riches to rags. From castle to tavern. From soft, fluffy beds to hard cold floors. From Queen Bushra to Waitress Sony SR. From The Sarp-Serpancy to Cape Comorin, I have come a long way, yet it feels strange every time someone addresses me with that. I am still not used to the harshness in people's tones. Being royalty, I am used to people treating me with the utmost respect.

It takes me a moment to comprehend that he is expecting me to follow him. The piercing eyes are on me. Had I been in the castle, I would have ordered that brat's execution in a snap. If only he had not ruined my life, killed my protector...I would not be subject to such lustful gazes.

'If,'

'What are you going to buy this week, Bush?' Diksha asks with a smile on her face. She speaks 'Bush' in whispers, looking around to check if anyone is eavesdropping. No one does. No one would. No one cares. It is always like this in Appy Lane.

I frowned at her, taking the maid's whole being in my head. Diksha is still charming, happy, and compassionate as she used to be three years back before...the final war. No wonder Mad-Manish has a soft spot for her and...I.

His ugliness has soft spots for every single living creature with a vagina. After all, he has got a reputation to maintain, a family to cherish.

Well, quite a few on that note!

Mad Montu is passionate about only two things in his life-the Delicacy, my workplace, and making as many babies as he can. The bald guy with a pouch for a tummy is already serving twenty of his pups back home and another one is due by the end of the month with his third wife.

Population explosion, anyone?