Bikini Fictions



First of its kind in the world of blogging, and also in the world of fiction; I present to you, without further ado – The Bikini Fictions.



Genre: Romance

He winked, she smiled, and the baby cried.


Genre: Comedy

A girl loved a boy sincerely.


Genre: Tragedy

A boy loved a girl sincerely.


Genre: Vengeance

Moosa killed a man. But little did he know that the man had a young ten year old son. Fifteen years later the police found Moosa’s mutilated body in his bedroom.


Genre: Action

Tuco and Blondie stood in front of each other, ready to have a hand-to-hand combat. Tuco showed his martial art moves once and punched Blondie, who wasn’t ready yet, in the face. His nose started bleeding. He wiped the blood off his face nonchalantly, took out his snub .38 from his ankle holster and shot Tuco in the chest. Game over.


Genre: Thriller

The end came upon the world and everyone died, except for Danny. And when he was sitting in his easy chair in the middle of his drawing room, deep in thought, his phone rang.


Genre: Horror

After having a heavy drink in the bar, Rajiv decided to walk back home. It was almost eleven in the night and a fellow drinker accompanied him. Some time later, the man asked Rajiv, “Do you believe in ghosts?” to which Rajiv, in his drunken stupor, replied, “Not at all.” Rajiv then asked the same question to his drinking partner, to which the man replied, “Yes of course. After all, one should believe in oneself.” Rajiv stopped walking. He wasn’t drunk anymore. “Oh, no,” said he. Those were his last words.


Genre: Reincarnation

Dr. Vishnuvardhan, a legendary Kannada film actor, died of heart attack. The next day, in Shimla, a woman gave birth to a baby boy. Three years later, the boy declared that he wanted to act in Kannada films, and he also said that he had a wife by name Bharati. His elder brother, Raj, was just too happy.

P.S. Dr. Raj is another legendary actor who passed away a couple of years ago.


Genre: Multiple Personality Disorder (MPD)

It was only when Mary had reached the age of 18 that she met with Pinky and Roopa. But the latter two never got along well with each other. One day, in a fit of rage, Pinky strangled Roopa to death, and all the three girls died.


Genre: Twist in the tale

Romeo spent the first 18 years of his life having loads of fun. And then he decided to take engineering.


Genre: Drama

A woman gave birth to a baby girl. The baby soon grew up to be a kid, then became a teenager, then a woman, then a middle aged woman, then an old woman, and then, she finally died.


Genre: Suspense

A girl got pregnant. No one could ever find out the boy who got her pregnant, including the girl herself.


And finally, the shortest wishing:


Copyright © Karthik 2009

And Then He Waited...



There was chaos everywhere. A few people had gathered. Some baffled, some curious. Though I was standing a bit far from the scene, I knew everything about the incident. I was the only one who knew how and why it had happened. But there was nothing I could’ve done as everything was over.



Four years ago, Abhilash and Manasvi were spending the happiest days of their lives. Everything was just perfect. Their career was going great guns; their parents had agreed to their relationship, there was not a single dull moment in their lives. They grew up together as neighbors, went to the same school, then the same college and were getting ready to spend the rest of their lives with each other. They were swimming in bliss.

It was during these days when Shashank came into their lives and their happiness got intensified. He was Abhilash’s old friend, but had lost touch with him ever since he had gone abroad to do his graduation. Now that he had come back he was very happy to be with one of his best friends. Shashank came from a filthy rich background. Abhilash had always liked him, for he was ambitious, well behaved, had good attitude, had good sense of humor and above all he was a person who valued friendship.

Over the next few months, the three of them met regularly. It was too common a thing for Abhilash and Manasvi to meet him once or twice a week. Whenever they met, they always had a blast. Shashank obviously brought more happiness in their already happy lives. He was a total party animal, and Abhilash and Manasvi were his regular guests.

A couple of months later, Abhilash got an assignment from his company and was asked to go to US for eight months. Though it made Manasvi sad, she was happy for him. “It’s just a matter of eight months, sweet heart”, he had tried to soothe her, but to no avail. She had just hugged him tightly.

The three of them had one big party before his departure. It was memorable for all of them. Soon came the day when Abhilash had to leave. Manasvi and Shashank went to the Airport to bid him adieu. Manasvi fought her tears for the nth time in 3 weeks. Finally he was gone. Abhilash and Shashank didn’t meet again until two years later.


Everything was going smoothly for Abhilash. Great job, a lovely would-be wife waiting for him to return home; He was very happy. But what he didn’t know then was that his happy days were about to come to an end - unannounced.

Six months later, Abhilash’s world came crumbling down when he heard the news on the phone. Manasvi had ended her life. He was so distraught, he couldn’t even cry. He had never imagined the world without her in it. For that reason, he still couldn’t believe that she was no more.

Life’s greatest sorrow is not when the person you love madly leaves you, but the very realization of the fact that you cannot live without that person.

He returned home from US, but decided not to go to the funeral. He had always kept her happy; he had always made her smile. Now the thought of seeing her lying in a morose atmosphere without life, let alone smile, sickened him. He wanted to remember her just the way she was – always smiling.

His life had come to a stand still. He was eating his heart out day after day. Nothing made sense to him anymore. He even wanted to end his life, but thought otherwise. There was only one reason to continue living: to keep her loving memories in his heart. As long as he lived, she lived too. He decided to start a new life.

And when he did, he did it with a new found energy. There was a delicious sense of repose in his face now. People close to him were a little surprised, especially his parents. He sensed it and said to them, “Phase of my dolor is over now. I am starting a new life.” His parents were just happy to hear that, for all they wanted was for their son to be all right. He got his job back and started working without a tinge of lethargy.

He changed drastically over the next year. He never brought up the topic of Manasvi again. He didn’t even talk about her on her Birthday or Death Anniversary. He lived as if she was never a part of his life. Though this bewildered his parents a little, they didn’t ask him. And he didn’t tell them.


Shashank was lying in the middle of the road, and was in severe pain. He had almost passed out when someone came to his rescue. It was around 11pm. He at first couldn’t recognize the face properly, for his vision was blurred. But when he did, he was more than surprised.

“What the hell happened to you, man?” asked the rescuer.

“I… I….,” Shashank couldn’t talk.

“Ok. Don’t say anything. Let me take you to the hospital first. Just stay strong, all right? Come on, let me pick you up. Put your hands around my shoulders.”


Shashank later told Abhilash that someone had hit him on the head with a steel rod, then robbed him and left him to die. Though a complaint was registered, the police couldn’t find out the culprit. But one good thing came out of it: the incident brought the old friends together again.


Both of them started meeting regularly after that. In spite of not having kept in touch for quite a long time, they realized that nothing had changed between them. But they still cursed themselves for not being in touch. But that was inevitable. A couple of months after Abhilash had left for US; Shashank too had left for Australia to take care of his father’s business. Both of them had got very busy in their own world. Now that they were together, they lived each moment as if it was their last. Abhilash started enjoying his life like never before, and without a doubt Shashank was the cause of it. Abhilash’s parents were very happy about it and treated Shashank like a son.

After a few months Shashank finally scrounged up some courage and asked about Manasvi. Abhilash said upon asking, “She is still alive in my heart, man. But you know I have to leave everything behind and move on with my life.” Shashank never asked anything about it after that, as he knew it would only make his friend melancholic.

Every day was a party. Weekends were a festival. Restaurants, pubs, bars, discotheques, there was not a single unexplored place in the city. It was an unalloyed pleasure.


Another one and a half years passed by and they continued having fun. One day Abhilash had to leave for Delhi for a couple of days on an assignment.

“So when are you returning?” Shashank asked.

“Well, I should be back by Saturday.”

“All right, man. Take care.”

And Abhilash took his leave.


Shashank had the habit of jogging very early in the morning. He woke up at 4 am daily and hit the Joggers’ Park by 4.30 am. After jogging for one hour he would go to the gym and be home by 7.30 am. On a Saturday morning when he reached the Joggers’ Park at 5am, he met with a surprise. Abhilash was waiting for him in his track suit.

“Hey, what a weird surprise!” Said Shashank.


“When did you get back, Abhi?”

“At around 3am. Couldn’t sleep. So thought of starting a new habit by coming here.”

“That’s wonderful, man. Come on, let’s jog.”

And they started jogging.

“You know, usually at this hour, there won’t be anybody here. The park starts to fill in after 5.45 or 6am,” said Shashank.

“I know. Which idiot, apart from you, wants to get up so early in the morning? And that too in the month of cold December

“Yeah right.” Shashank laughed.

After jogging for another 5 minutes, Abhilash asked, “Can we take some rest? I am tired.”

“I’m not surprised. This is your first day. Well, ok. There is a huge tree nearby. You can rest there, while I do my exercise.”

When they reached the tree, Abhilash asked, “Hey, Shashank, did the police find out the guy who attacked you two years ago?”

“No, man. Not yet. And I think they have completely forgotten about that case. But why did you remember it now all of a sudden?” Shashank asked while leaning against the tree.

“Well, I was wondering for the past few days if the Police can’t, I can find out who did it.”

“Really? How?” Shashank was curious.

But before Abhilash could answer, Shashank held his stomach and let out a sharp scream. It was a scream filled with horror and pain. He was in so much pain he couldn’t even say anything or scream louder. He couldn’t interpret what was happening.

Abhilash’s heart palpitated when he looked at Shashank’s horror stricken face. Never had he seen his friend in so much pain before. He was incapacitated for a minute. There were tears in Shashank’s eyes now and he signaled Abhilash to look down at his stomach. Abhilash took a look. A thin sharp steel blade of knife had passed through Shashank’s stomach and blood was oozing out continuously.

Although Shashank, his best friend, was bleeding to death, Abhilash at that particular juncture was not so eager to call for help – because the handle of the knife happened to be in his hand…


“How does it feel, you filthy skunk? How does it feel when death comes unexpectedly? How does it feel when a trusted friend betrays you?” Abhilash was talking in a menacing voice.

He then pulled the knife out of Shashank’s stomach and pushed him on the ground implacably. Shashank sagged down by clutching his stomach. He still looked befuddled. He finally managed to ask, “Why?”

“You are still confused, aren’t you? You should’ve seen it coming, you bloody monster.”

“Don’t…do this to…me,” Shashank managed to say, clearly his bemusement turning into trepidation.

“Oh, really? You don’t want me to do this to you? After all that you did to Manasvi when I was not here? After you made her fall prey to your lascivious desires? After all that physical and mental harassment she suffered from you? After she was forced to take her own life? You expect me to leave you alone?”

He paused for a moment and continued.

“You thought I didn’t know, huh? I always knew. And do you know who attacked you two years ago? It was I, but only to help you later. I had to get back in your circle of trust, you see.

Shashank was clearly stunned to hear this. He couldn’t get a word out of his mouth. There was a minute of silence. Then Shashank asked, “But why…..after all these…. years?”

“I was waiting for you to ask that question, you miserable twit,” Abhilash said as he punched his face again. Shashank gave a sharp cry.

He continued, “You see, like comedy, inflicting pain on your enemies is all about timing. And now is the perfect time. You are alone. You are lying helplessly on the ground. You are begging for your miserable life. When she died, she at least had me to avenge her. Whom do you have?” he paused for a moment and said, “Nobody.”

He then brought the knife to his throat. When Shashank felt the coldness of the steel blade, it scared him more than death itself.

“No… Please don’t do this… to me…,” Shashank begged again – for the last time. But he didn’t know he was speaking his last words. Abhilash tightened his grip on the knife.

“I waited for this particular moment patiently. And now, my wait is over,” Abhilash said, and slit his throat.

He stood there for a few minutes looking after the dead body while his hand still held the knife. He then looked towards the sky and kept looking at it as if he was trying to find something – or someone? That day marked Manasvi’s 3rd Death Anniversary.


It was around 6.10am. More and more people started gathering around the body. I was still observing the ongoing activities from a distance. Ironically, those activities were not called matutinal.

I didn’t need to ask a doctor to know how the man had died, so I didn’t call a doctor. There was no way the Police could’ve figured out who the murderer was and the motive behind the murder, so I didn’t call the Police. There was nothing I could do to change the circumstances, so I walked away.

I reached my bike, which was parked outside the Joggers’ Park; kick-started the engine and rode to the reservoir dam that was just around 5 kms away. The dam was approximately 40 mts in height. Once I reached there, I got off my bike, and went and stood near the barricade facing the east side. I stood there for a minute with my eyes closed and reminisced on my past. I then took out the blood stained knife from my jacket pocket, looked at it for a few seconds, and threw it into the reservoir.

I stood there in total silence of the virgin morning. A while later when the golden rays of the Sun fell on my face, it was crystal clear to me that she was smiling. And I smiled back.

********************The End********************

Copyright © Karthik 2009

All in a Day's Work


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It was a cold December night and an ominous silence was singing in the air. The two men were standing in an 8 feet deep pit, digging. One had a pickaxe and the other, a shovel.

Sometime later when the shovel struck the ground it made contact with a metal and produced a sharp sound, which echoed in the silent night. It was the sweetest sound they had ever heard, and both of them rejoiced like little kids.

“What do we do?” asked one.

“We take it and run of course,” replied the other.

“Not so soon, boys,” said a third voice.

The two men felt a pang in their heads. They dropped their tools, turned and looked up. A middle aged whiskered fellow in his khaki uniform was standing above them, smiling sarcastically.

“Not again,” one of the diggers muttered under his breath.

“How the hell did you know?” asked another, skimming the sweat off his face.

“Well, boys, let’s just say that robbing the robbers is all in a day’s work for me,” said the khaki clad sinister-looking man, grinning nefariously.

Chapter Zero

The Message

Shambhunath had dedicated his entire life to rob banks, people and houses. He had started off as a petty thief, and very soon grew to become one of the biggest and the most evasive robbers of the country. He was never caught. Now lying on his death bed, he called his five sons. They were robbers too.

Over the years he had amassed a lot of wealth, and now the time had come for him to make a decision. The sons were told a long time ago that only one of the five would get the entire property; the one that was better than the remaining four.

Every one of them had tried his level best to prove his mettle in the business of robbing. Everyone fared well, which only made it difficult for Shambhunath to decide on one.

Now, standing around the cot, the five sons were quite queasy.

The old man then did the unthinkable. Instead of naming the sole owner of the property, he gave each of them a slip of paper on which a message was written. A minute later, he took his last breath.

The message simply said:


I know I’m going to die. Take care of my lucky cat.

Upon reading it, everyone, except the youngest, tore it and threw it away, for it didn’t make any sense to them, and thought that their father had gone crazy during his last days. One of them even vented out his anger: “His lucky cat died 5 years ago, and he wants us to take care of it now? And who the hell is Bob, anyway? Damn the old man.”

They couldn’t understand one bit of the message. None of them got the property, for they simply didn’t know where and what it was.

In spite of not knowing what the message said, the youngest son kept it. He was the only one who loved and respected his father very much.

Had Shambhunath made any family planning with his wife 26 years ago and decided not to conceive their 5th child, this story would have had no purpose at all. But now there is one. Ten years from now, the youngest son would be recruiting two young bright boys, and one of them would unfold the mystery of the last message given by the old man.

Chapter One

The Robbery

Most of them were sweating. It’s not that the AC wasn’t working, but the heat of tension had subjugated its cooling effect. None of them were in such a predicament before, for such a thing had never happened until then. They looked scared and helpless, but they didn’t look hopeful. They were almost convinced that the help wasn’t coming. The only two people that neither looked scared nor helpless were Jackie and Browny, because for them, hope lay in what was happening.

The job had to be done flawlessly. If anything went slightly wrong, they would end up in a big trouble and they very well knew it. They were inside the Bank of Bangalore – one of the most prestigious banks.

Everyone in the Bank was held at gun point, except for Jackie and Browny, because they were the ones who held the guns.

15 minutes later, having executed their job perfectly, they were out of the bank. But what surprised the manager of the bank was that they were interested in only one locker, which had a small package. Apart from that they hadn’t taken a single rupee.

Nevertheless, robbing, be it a bank, a person, or a house, was as easy as eating an apple, because for them, robbing was all in a day’s work.


“Look, we don’t have anything to give you this time,” Jackie tried to explain.

“Oh, really? So what are you two doing in this graveyard in the middle of the night?” Inspector Singa demanded.

An owl hooted somewhere and a dog yelped. It was around three o’clock in the morning, and darkness had reigned supreme. The only thing that held the three men in light was a small torch.

Chapter Two

The Reward

Bhatuknath, the leader of the gang, was congratulating the young lads. They were recently recruited and had already shown a lot of talent.

“So tell me, Jackie. How did you find out?” he asked.

Jackie, an engineering college dropout, had unraveled the mystery of the message that Bhatuknath had got from his father ten years ago. He was carrying that slip of paper since then.

Jackie had tried to explain it the previous day, but in the heat of the moment, Bhatuknath had not understood it properly and given them a green signal to rob the bank.

“Well, boss, nothing is as it seems. Your father was not talking about his cat. If you look closely, some letters are italicized.”

Bhatuknath took out the slip of paper once again from his shirt pocket. He had observed the italicized letters of course, but was never able to find out their significance. He observed again, carefully.

The message said:


I know I’m going to die. Take care of my lucky CAT.

“Yeah, I know. What about them?”

“The italicized letters are: knooecrl. Right? Now if you just re-arrange those letters you’ll get ‘locker no,’” explained Jackie.

The boss raised his eyebrows, leaned forward, and said, “Continue.”

“So now what’s the locker no? It’s CAT. It’s in capitals. See that? If you assign a number to each of the 26 alphabets in English, the value of CAT will be 3120. So it’s locker no. 3120.”

There was a heavy drop of silence for a few seconds, and then the boss exclaimed.

“Wow! Why didn’t I get it in all these years?! And the message was addressed to BOB, which of course is Bank of Bangalore. I thought Bob was a person.”

He then patted the backs of the young lads and said, “You will be generously rewarded, my boys.”


Inspector Singa lit a cigarette and took a drag.

“As we told you, that bloody skunk kept the watch and gave us a mere Rs. 2200,” Browny said, taking out four 500 rupee notes and two 100 rupee notes.

“Fine. But what are you digging the ground for?”

“It’s nothing. Really.”

The inspector butted out his cigarette, jumped into the pit, took the shovel and struck the ground, which again produced a sound. He looked up and stared at the two men. Having demonstrated his animosity towards their lies, he got out of the pit.

“Well, are you going to say what this is is all about? Or do you wish to go to prison?”

Chapter Three

The Revelation

Jackie was maddened by the injustice done to him and Browny by their boss. The package they had stolen from the bank had only two things: a gold and diamond studded Patek Philippe watch with 18 complications, which was worth at least Rs. 30 lakhs. Apart from the watch there was Rs. 2200/-

Bhatuknath had kept the watch and given them Rs. 2200.

“Can’t even buy a decent pair of jeans with this,” Jackie hollered when they reached home. Browny didn’t try to appease him, as he very well knew it was not going to help.

Jackie couldn’t sleep and kept on cursing his boss, but something struck him at around one in the night. He woke Browny up.

“I think we have hit the jackpot.”

And when Jackie explained what he had found out, Browny shouted and screamed and danced and sang and clapped. That very moment they headed towards the grave yard – to dig through their way to riches.

Chapter Four

The Jackpot

Inspector Singa was one of the most corrupt police officers in the city. Word was out that two young men had robbed the bank early in the morning. When he went to the bank and asked around, it became clear to him that the robbers were Jackie and Browny. He had a history with them. In fact he had a history with every robber in the city. He never caught them, and they never forgot to pay him.

Since the moment he had found out, he had placed a constable near their house. When the constable called him up and said that they were headed somewhere in the middle of the night, he had asked him to follow. And now he had them.

“I’m pretty sure that our boss’s father’s property is hidden here,” Jackie was saying.

“How can you say that?”

“Because the old man not only wanted his able son to get hold of that costly watch, but also the money,” he said.

“Which money? You said that there was only Rs. 2200,” the inspector looked befuddled. A moment later he realized that Jackie was talking about the same money.

“I don’t understand,” said the inspector.

Then Browny gave the money to the inspector.

“An address is hidden there – address to here. This graveyard. This very grave,” said Jackie, stamping his foot on the ground. The inspector crinkled his eyes.

“Hold these 500 rupee notes, and tell me what is NOT common between them.”

“Serial numbers?” asked the inspector.

“Damn right, you are. Serial numbers. I was a bit perplexed in the beginning. Why would the old man keep just Rs. 2200 in a locker? That too 6 mutilated notes! Then it got me thinking. Serial numbers!”

Jackie paused for a moment and then continued.

“The serial numbers of 500 rupee notes are RST 030821, YST 011404, 4ST 180308 and 1ST 180523. Observe something?”

The inspector shook his head.

Jackie continued. “Leave the series and observe only the numbers. Assign a letter of English to the first two numbers in each serial number. 03=C, 08=H, and 21=U. Next, 01=A, 14=N, 04=D. Then, 18=R, 03=C, 08=H. And finally, 18=R, 05=E, and 23=W. So, it’s CHU, AND, RCH, and REW. This is the order in which I held the notes. They didn’t make any sense to me then, but later on when I re-arranged them, I got “ANDREW CHURCH.”

“Go on,” said the inspector.

“Well, now observe the series. All the notes have the series ST. So, it has to be St. Andrew’s Church. Now which church exactly? There could be more than one. Now notice the very first letter or alphabet of the series: R, Y, 4 and 1. 1 and 4 give the values A and D. Again re-arrange the letters and you’ll get YARD. Graveyard! This is the only St. Andrew’s Church in the city, which has a graveyard.”

Silence reigned supreme again. None of the three spoke for the next few seconds.

“Phew! That’s some analysis. But how did you find out the exact grave?” asked the inspector.

“Look at those two 100 rupee notes. 0MN 101505 and 0MN 720096. They say MN JOE, 1972-1996. The first digit of the series, which is 0, has no value of course,” Jackie finished explaining.

This was too much for the inspector to digest.

A minute later they picked up their shovel and pickaxe again, and dug until it became easier for them to lift the big metal box, which was buried for ten years or more.

Everyone took a deep breath and broke open the lock of the box.

“Let’s do it,” said Jackie, and lifted the lid.


They were staring at the contents in mute amazement. There were two other small boxes. And when Jackie opened them, their hearts skipped a beat. It took them almost 2 minutes to recuperate.

“How much is it worth?” asked Browny, not taking his eyes off the contents.

“Minimum 30,” said the inspector.

“Lakhs?” asked Browny innocently.

The inspector shook his head vigorously and said, “Crores, you moron.”

Finally, they decided to split it. The inspector demanded 50% of the share and got it. Jackie and Browny argued in the beginning, but they later agreed as they didn’t want to go to prison.

"Now, take your share and run as if you’ve never run before. And remember. Never come back,” said the inspector, packing his ‘precious’ little black bag.

Inspector Singa then turned and wended his way out of the graveyard.

“Damn it, man. Why the hell should he get so much?” Browny was enraged.

“Keep still. We’ll figure out something soon.”

Chapter Five

The Setup

A few days later, inspector Singa’s house was robbed. Nothing was taken, except a little black bag. The robbers perfectly knew about the bag’s whereabouts, because they had dealt with him many times in the past and knew how to think like him. And moreover, robbing, as mentioned earlier, was all in a day’s work for them.

The inspector felt a raging thirst to kill the robbers. His ‘precious’ little black bag was gone. But what he didn’t know then was that it was just the beginning.

The next day, LokAyukta, the anti-government corruption organization of Karnataka, raided Inspector Singa’s house. To his shock, the officials knew exactly where to search. They went straight to the bathroom, and pulled open the top shelf. And there it was; a small messenger bag, and in it were 20 lakh rupees in cash, a few biscuits of solid gold, and 2 small diamond stones. He was aghast. He hadn’t kept it. But he knew who had set him up.

A week later he was given a permanent leave from his job.


Exactly one month later, Singa received an anonymous letter. It read:

Dear Singa,

In spite of all the dirty things you’ve done, we still think you deserve something.

So, here’s the code: 84748 843 7263 47283 24246.

Decipher it and get your share. Good luck!

P.S. If you don’t take it within 6 months from today, we’ll retrieve it back.

Yours sincerely,


Chapter Last

All in a day’s work

Robbing the robbers could be all in a day’s work for Singa, but using his brain wasn’t. He tried the old fashioned way by assigning letters to alphabets, but little did he know that the code was entirely different. He never deciphered it. Hence he never got his share.

What happened to Jackie and Browny after this? Well, let's just say that they happily lived ever after. Apart from robbing, enjoying the luxuries of life also became all in a day's work for them.

********************The End********************

Copyright © Karthik 2009

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