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Chapter 4
The Last Thread
The Last Thread
Basement ki us raat ke baad, Ishaan ko laga tha ki shayad ab sab kuch sambhal jayega. Par Rhea Singh ki duniya mein sukoon sirf ek dhokha hota hai.
Subah ka waqt tha, Ishaan balcony mein khada chai pee raha tha, jab Rhea tezi se kamre mein dakhil hui. Uske hath mein ek tablet tha aur uske chehre par wo 'shikaari' wali muskurahat thi, jo tab aati hai jab wo kisi ko barbad karne wali hoti hai.
"Ishaan, idhar aao," Rhea ne bulaya. Uska lehza thanda tha.
Ishaan ne tablet par dekha. Screen par uski purani library ke dost, Sameer, ki tasveer thi. Sameer ek kursi se bandha hua tha, uska chehra suja hua tha. Piche deewar par Vikram ke gang ka nishaan tha.
"Sameer? Rhea, ye kya hai? Unhone Sameer ko kyun uthaya?" Ishaan ka hath kaanpne laga, uski chai ka cup niche gir kar toot gaya.
Rhea ne usey apni baahon mein bhara, lekin uski pakad is baar thodi sakht thi. "Vikram ko pata chal gaya hai ki tum meri kamzori ban chuke ho. Wo Sameer ke zariye tumhe bahar nikalna chahta hai."
"Humein usey bachana hoga, Rhea! Wo masoom hai," Ishaan girgirane laga.
Rhea ne Ishaan ka chehra apne dono hathon mein liya, uski nazrein Ishaan ki aankhon mein dhas gayi. "Main usey bacha lungi. Lekin badle mein mujhe tumse kuch chahiye. Aaj se tumhara har ek rishta, har ek purana dost... sab khatam. Aaj se tumhari duniya sirf main hoon. Bolo, kya tum ye qeemat chukaoge?"
Ishaan ne Sameer ki tadapti hui tasveer dekhi aur phir Rhea ke haseen lekin khatarnak chehre ko. Usne dheere se 'haan' mein sir hila diya.
The Ritual of Blood and Lust
Rhea ne Ishaan ko taiyar karne ka faisla kiya. Wo usey ek bade se sheeshe (mirror) ke samne le gayi. Usne Ishaan ki purani, maasoom shirt faad kar alag kar di.
"Ye nishaan dekho," Rhea ne Ishaan ke seene par wahan ungli pheri jahan kal raat usne apne danton se nishaan chhoda tha. "Ye meri malkiyat (ownership) ka saboot hai. Aaj tum Sameer ko bachane mere saath chaloge, lekin ek maasoom ladke ki tarah nahi... mere 'Cobra King' ki tarah."
Rhea ne ek black silk ki shirt Ishaan ko pehnayi, par uske button nahi band kiye. Wo khud Ishaan ke piche khadi ho gayi. Usne apne bathrobe ki dori dhili ki aur wo zameen par gir gaya. Rhea poori tarah se nangi thi, uske jism ki garmi Ishaan ki nangi peeth par lag rahi thi.
"Rhea... abhi humein nikalna chahiye..." Ishaan ne haanfte huye kaha.
"Nahi," Rhea ne uske kaan ke niche apni zaban se ek nishiili lakeer kheenchi. "Jang par jaane se pehle, mujhe apna nasha poora karna hai. Jab tak tumhari ragon (veins) mein mera junoon nahi daudega, tum goli nahi chala paoge."
Rhea ne Ishaan ko ghumaya aur usey deewar se sata diya. Usne Ishaan ke hathon ko apne ubhaaro (breasts) par rakha. Ishaan ki ungliyan Rhea ki naram aur garam skin mein dhas gayi. Rhea ne ek lambi, gehri siski li.
"Mujhe mehsoos karo, Ishaan. Aaj raat agar humein kuch ho gaya, toh main chahti hoon ki tumhare jism par sirf meri khushbu ho," Rhea ne kaha aur Ishaan ki belt dhili kar di.
Us kamre mein, mission par jaane ki tanaav (tension) aur unke beech ki be-intehaan hawas (lust) ka ek ajeeb sa muqabla chal raha hai. Rhea ne Ishaan ko bed par gira diya. Wo kisi bhookhi sherni ki tarah us par toot padi. Har ek kiss, har ek touch pehle se zyada raw aur 'adult' tha. Rhea ne Ishaan ko majboor kiya ki wo usey utni hi shiddat se chhuye jitni shiddat se wo usey chahti hai.
Jab unki physical union apne peak par pahunchi, toh Ishaan ko ehsaas hua ki wo ab purana Ishaan nahi raha. Uske andar ki sharafat Rhea ki aag mein jal kar raakh ho chuki thi.
The Departure
Do ghante baad, Ishaan gaadi mein baitha tha. Usne black suit pehna tha, baal piche kiye huye the aur aankhon mein wo purana darr gayab ho chuka tha. Uske bagal mein Rhea baithi thi, apni automatic rifle check kar rahi thi.
"Taiyar ho?" Rhea ne pucha.
Ishaan ne apni kamar mein phansi pistol ko chhuna aur Rhea ki taraf dekha. Uske hothon par ab wahi dangerous muskurahat thi jo Rhea ki pehchan thi.
"Main taiyar hoon, Rhea. Sameer ko bacha kar hum un sabko khatam karenge jo humare beech aayenge."
Rhea ne Ishaan ke hath ko chooma. Usne apne maasoom shikaar ko ek shikaari mein badal diya tha. Ab bari thi Vikram ki, aur ye jung Delhi ki sadkon par khoon ki holi khelne wali thi.
Mansion ke baahar baarish ab bhi thami nahi thi. Aisa lag raha tha maano kismat aaj Ishaan ki maasoomiyat ko hamesha ke liye baha le jaane par aamaada thi. Ishaan ne aaine mein khud ko dekha. Wo black suit, piche kiye huye baal, aur wo sapaat chehra... wo khud ko pehchaan nahi pa raha tha. Uske chashme ki jagah ab usne contact lenses pehan liye the, jisne uski aankhon ki maasoomiyat ko ek ajeeb si tezi (sharpness) de di thi.
Rhea piche se aayi. Usne aaj ek tight black tactical jumpsuit pehna tha, jismein uski har ek curve kisi kaatilana hathiyar ki tarah lag rahi thi. Usne Ishaan ki kamar ke piche apna hath phera aur uske kaan ke paas dhire se phusphusayi.
"Darr lag raha hai, Ishaan? Yaad rakhna, aaj ke baad tumhare hathon par jo khoon lagega, wo kabhi nahi dhulega. Kya tum taiyar ho mere saath is nark (hell) mein utarne ke liye?"
Ishaan ne palat kar Rhea ki aankhon mein dekha. Uske jism mein ek ajeeb si thar-tharahat thi, par wo darr ki nahi, balki us 'adrenaline' ki thi jo Rhea ke sparsh (touch) se paida hoti thi. "Maine kal hi keh diya tha Rhea... jahan tum ho, wahi meri jannat hai aur wahi mera nark."
Rhea ne muskura kar uske hothon ko ek halki lekin gehri kiss di. Uske hothon par barood aur mehnge nashiile perfume ka ek ajeeb sa mizaaj tha.
Rhea ki kaali SUV ka kaafila (convoy) sunsaan sadkon par kisi kaale saamp ki tarah reng raha tha. Gaadi ke andar bilkul sannata tha. Rhea ne Ishaan ka hath apne hath mein liya aur usey kas ke daba diya. Ishaan ne mehsoos kiya ki Rhea ke hath thande the—wo ghabraayi hui nahi thi, wo 'focused' thi.
"Vikram ne Sameer ko us purane ship-yard ke warehouse mein rakha hai," Rhea ne thandi awaaz mein kaha. "Wo jaanta hai ki main aungi. Ye ek trap hai. Lekin wo ye nahi jaanta ki is baar main akeli nahi hoon."
Ishaan ne apni jacket ke andar chhupi hui pistol ko mehsoos kiya. Uska dil itni zor se dhadak raha tha ki usey apne kaano mein 'dhak-dhak' ki awaaz saaf sunayi de rahi thi. Rhea ne uska chehra apni taraf moda.
"Aaj tum sirf ek cheez yaad rakhoge, Ishaan. Koi daya nahi. Koi raham nahi. Jo saamne aaye, usey mita dena. Kyunka agar tumne der ki, toh wo tumhari maut hogi."
Rhea ne Ishaan ka hath uthaya aur uski hatheli ko chooma. Usne dheere se Ishaan ki ungliyon ko apne hothon se sehraya, phir unhe apne danton se halke se kaata. Ishaan ke badan mein ek current sa daud gaya. Is maut ke safar mein bhi Rhea uske andar ki hawas (desire) ko jaga rahi thi.
"Agar hum bach gaye..." Rhea ne uski aankhon mein dekhte huye kaha, uski awaaz ab kaafi bhari aur sexy ho gayi thi, "...toh aaj raat main tumhe wo dikhaungi jo tumne kabhi khwaab mein bhi nahi dekha hoga. Main tumhe poori tarah apna bana lungi."
Ship-yard pahunchte hi goliyon ki goonj ne khamoshi ko cheer diya. Rhea ke guards ne hamla shuru kar diya tha. Rhea ne apni automatic rifle nikaali aur gaadi ka darwaza khola.
"Mere piche raho!" wo chillayi.
Ishaan ne dekha ki kaise Rhea maut ka farishta ban gayi thi. Wo har ek shooter ko bilkul sateek nishane se gira rahi thi. Khoon ke fawware, cheekhein, aur barood ka dhuwan—Ishaan ka sar ghumne laga. Tabhi ek shooter ne Ishaan par nishana lagaya.
"Ishaan! Niche!" Rhea chillayi par wo door thi.
Ishaan ne dekha ki wo shooter trigger dabane hi wala hai. Us pal mein, uske dimaag mein Sameer ka chehra aaya, phir Rhea ka wo nanga badan aur unki bitayi hui raatein. Usne bina soche pistol nikaali aur shooter par goli chala di.
Dhaayn! Dhaayn!
Do goliyan shooter ke gale aur seene ke paar nikal gayi. Wo aadmi wahin dher ho gaya. Ishaan ne dekha ki kaise uske hathon se chhooti goli ne ek zindagi khatam kar di thi. Uska sar bhari ho gaya, par Rhea ne aakar usey deewar se sata diya.
"Shabaash! Rukna mat! Humein Sameer tak pahunchana hai!"
Unhone warehouse ka darwaza toda. Andar Vikram khada tha, usne Sameer ki gardan par chaku rakha hua tha. Sameer bura haal tha, uska chehra pehchana nahi ja raha tha.
"Rhea Singh! Aakhirkaar tu aa hi gayi," Vikram darindagi se hasa. "Aur apne saath is kutte ko bhi layi hai?"
"Usey chhod do Vikram. Ye ladaayi mere aur tumhare beech hai," Rhea ne nishana lagate huye kaha.
Vikram ne Sameer ko dhakka diya aur apne piche se ek grenade nikaala. "Toh phir saath mein marte hain!"
Lekin Ishaan is baar taiyar tha. Usne Vikram ke hath par nishana lagaya aur goli chala di. Grenade Vikram ke hath se chhoot kar door gir gaya aur fata, jisse poora warehouse hil gaya. Rhea ne mauka dekh kar Vikram ke sar ke beechon-beech goli maar di. Sameer ko hospital bhej diya gaya tha. Rhea aur Ishaan wapas mansion pahunche. Dono poori tarah khoon aur mitti mein sane huye the. Ishaan ke hath abhi bhi kaanp rahe the.
Jaise hi wo bedroom mein dakhil huye, Ishaan ne darwaza lock kiya aur Rhea ko deewar se itni zor se sataya ki Rhea ke muh se ek siski nikli. Ishaan ki aankhon mein ab wo maasoomiyat nahi thi, balki ek jungli junoon (primal obsession) tha.
"Maine... maine aaj teen logon ko maara, Rhea," Ishaan ne haanfte huye kaha. "Mera dimaag phat raha hai... mujhe kuch mehsoos nahi ho raha... sivaye tumhare."
Rhea ne dekha ki Ishaan ka darr ab ek bhyanak 'lust' mein badal chuka hai. Usne Ishaan ki shirt ke buttons ek jhatke mein tod diye. "Mujhe mehsoos karo, Ishaan. Main yahan hoon. Ye khoon, ye maut... ye sab humein aur kareeb laate hain."
Ishaan ne Rhea ko bed par utha kar phenka. Usne Rhea ke jumpsuit ki zip itni tezi se kholi ki Rhea ki gori aur taptee hui skin bahar nikal aayi. Ishaan kisi bhookhe janwar ki tarah Rhea ke jism par toot pada.
Rhea ne apne pair Ishaan ki kamar ke gird kas liye. "Haan, Ishaan! Mujhe dard do! Mujhe batao ki tum mere sartaaj ho!"
Us raat, unke beech ka romance koi 'sweet' love story nahi thi. Wo ek junooni takraav tha. Ishaan ne Rhea ko har us tarah se chhuwa aur mehsoos kiya jise ab tak wo sirf khwaabon mein sochta tha. Rhea ki cheekhein aur Ishaan ki bhari saansein us band kamre mein maut ke baad milne wali zindagi ka jashn mana rahi thi.
Subah jab suraj nikla, Ishaan ne dekha ki uske hathon par ab bhi Rhea ke jism ke nishaan aur sookha hua kho
on tha. Wo samajh gaya tha—wo ab kabhi peeche nahi ja sakta.
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Chapter 5
Ashes and the Soul
Ashes and the Soul
Subah ki pehli kiran jab mansion ki bhaari velvet curtains ko cheer kar kamre ke andar dakhil hui, toh pura kamra kisi tabaahi ke manzar jaisa lag raha tha. Zameen par bikhre huye Ishaan ke black suit ke tukde, Rhea ka phata hua jumpsuit, aur bed ki wo chaadar jo ab silvaton aur unke jism ki garmi se bhari hui thi. Ishaan ki aankhein khuli toh usne mehsoos kiya ki uske seene par ek bhari wazan tha. Rhea uske upar so rahi thi, uska chehra Ishaan ki gardan mein chhupa tha aur uske baal Ishaan ke poore chehre par bikhre huye the.
Ishaan ne chhat ki taraf dekha. Kal raat jo hua—wo shootout, wo maut ka nasha, aur phir Rhea ke saath wo be-intehaan junooni raat—usne Ishaan ke andar ke purane maasoom ladke ko hamesha ke liye dafan kar diya tha. Uske hathon mein ab bhi ek ajeeb si thar-tharahat thi, par ye darr ki nahi thi. Ye us taqat ka ehsaas tha jo Rhea ne usey di thi.
Rhea ne neend mein hi ek gehri saans li aur apna badan Ishaan se aur zyada ragaad diya. Ishaan ne dekha ki Rhea ki peeth par kal raat ke nishaan abhi bhi laal the. Usne dheere se apni ungliyan Rhea ki naram skin par pheri. Rhea ki aankhein dhire-dhire khuli. Unme wo purana 'The Cobra' wala gussa nahi tha, balki ek aisi pyaas thi jo sirf Ishaan hi bhuja sakta tha.
"Jag gaye, mere kaatil?" Rhea ne apni bhari aur nashiili awaaz mein pucha. Usne apna sar uthaya aur Ishaan ki aankhon mein dekha. Uske hoth thode suje huye the aur unpar kal raat ki kiss ke nishaan saaf dikh rahe the.
Ishaan ne uske baal piche kiye. "Maine kabhi nahi socha tha ki main ye sab kar paunga, Rhea. Maine kisi ki jaan li... aur mujhe bura nahi lag raha. Kya main bura banta ja raha hoon?"
Rhea ne ek halki hansi hasi aur Ishaan ke hothon ko apne hothon se chhu liya. Ye kiss lambi aur dher saari feelings se bhari thi. "Bura aur accha sirf kamzoron ke liye hota hai, Ishaan. Hum kamzor nahi hain. Tumne wahi kiya jo ek mard apne pyaar aur apni malkin ko bachane ke liye karta hai. Aaj se tumhare hathon mein jo khoon laga hai, wo tumhari taqat hai."
Rhea uthi aur bina kuch pehne hi balcony ki taraf badh gayi. Suraj ki roshni jab uske nange badan par padi, toh wo kisi sone ki murti jaisi chamak rahi thi. Ishaan usey dekhta reh gaya. Uske jism ki har curve, uski wo shikaari jaisi chaal—wo aurat maut aur khubsurati ka ek lethal combination thi.
"Idhar aao," Rhea ne mud kar ishara kiya.
Ishaan bed se utha. Usne mehsoos kiya ki uska badan ab pehle se zyada mazboot aur 'alive' mehsoos ho raha hai. Wo Rhea ke piche jakar khada ho gaya aur apni baahon mein usey bhar liya. Rhea ne apna sar uske kandhe par tika diya. Bahar guards ki fauj khadi thi, par is balcony mein wo dono bilkul akele aur nange the—apne jism aur apni rooh ke saath.
"Aaj shaam ko ek badi meeting hai," Rhea ne kaha, uski awaaz ab phir se wahi dominant boss wali ho gayi thi. "Shehar ke saare bade gangsters aur mafias wahan honge. Vikram ke marne ke baad, ab unhe ye batana zaroori hai ki Delhi ki raani ab akeli nahi hai. Main tumhe unke samne pesh karungi... as my King."
Ishaan ka dil ek pal ke liye dhadka. "Mujhe? Lekin Rhea, log mujhe accept karenge? Main toh sirf ek library wala..."
Rhea ne jhatke se palat kar Ishaan ki gardan pakad li aur usey railing se sata diya. Usne Ishaan ki aankhon mein gusse aur pyaar ke saath dekha. "Tum wahi ho jo main chahti hoon ki tum bano. Kal raat tumne Vikram ke shooter ko goli maari thi, yaad hai? Wo goli tumhari entry ticket thi. Ab koi tumhe inkaar nahi kar sakta. Aur agar kisi ne kiya... toh main khud uska gala kaat dungi."
Rhea ne Ishaan ka hath pakad kar apne dil par rakha. "Tum mere andar ki wo aag ho jo mujhe aur bhi khatarnak banati hai. Aaj shaam, tum mere saath hoge. Black suit, wahi attitude, aur wahi maut wali khamoshi jo tumhari aankhon mein hai."
Dono wapas kamre ke andar aaye. Rhea ne bathroom ka shower on kiya. Steam ne poore bathroom ko dhak diya tha. Rhea ne Ishaan ka hath pakda aur usey shower ke niche le gayi. Garam pani jab unke jismo par gira, toh kal raat ki mitti aur khoon ke bache-kuche nishaan behne lage.
Shower ke niche, Rhea ne Ishaan ko nahlana shuru kiya. Uske naram hath jab Ishaan ke seene aur pet par phisal rahe the, toh mahaul phir se garam hone laga. Rhea ne soap lagate huye Ishaan ke badan ko itni shiddat se chhuna shuru kiya ki Ishaan ki saansein bhari hone lagi.
"Rhea... meeting ke liye der ho jayegi," Ishaan ne haanfte huye kaha.
"Duniya intezar kar sakti hai, Ishaan... par main nahi," Rhea ne kaha aur Ishaan ko deewar (tiles) se sata diya.
Us steam bhare bathroom mein, garam pani ke niche, unke jism ek baar phir se ek ho gaye. Is baar ye sirf hawas nahi thi, ye ek dusre ko apna banane ki jung thi. Rhea har baar Ishaan ko control karne ki koshish karti, par Ishaan ab seekh chuka tha ki kaise 'The Queen' ko apne niche jhukana hai. Rhea ki cheekhein jab shower ki awaaz ke saath mili, toh poora mansion jaise unke junoon ka gawah ban gaya.
Shaam hote hote, taiyariyan shuru ho gayi. Ishaan ne ek mehnge designer black tuxedo pehna. Jab usne aaine mein dekha, toh usey apni purani shakal yaad hi nahi aa rahi thi. Uske chehre par ab ek ajeeb sa 'coldness' tha.
Rhea bahar aayi, usne ek deep-red backless gown pehna tha jo floor tak ja raha tha. Uske gale mein heeron ka haar tha, par uski aankhon ki chamak unse bhi zyada thi. Usne Ishaan ka hath thama.
"Chalo, Delhi ko bata dete hain ki unka naya maalik aa gaya hai."
Mansion ke baahar 20 gaadiyon ka convoy intezar kar raha tha. Jab Ishaan aur Rhea baahar nikle, toh saare guards ek saath jhuk gaye. Ishaan ne pehli baar mehsoos kiya ki power ka nasha kya hota hai. Wo gaadi mein baitha aur Rhea ne uska hath kas ke pakad liya.
Meeting hall mein sannata chha gaya jab wo dono dakhil huye. Har bada gangster wahan tha, sabki nazrein Ishaan par thi. Rhea ne stage par jakar mic pakda aur Ishaan ko apne paas bulaya.
"Ye Ishaan hai," Rhea ki awaaz poore hall mein goonji. "Isne Vikram ko khatam karne mein meri madad ki. Aaj se, ye mera partner hai, mera sartaaj hai. Iska hukm mera hukm hoga. Aur agar kisi ko isse koi aitraz hai... toh wo abhi bol sakta hai."
Hall mein koi nahi bola. Sabki nazrein niche jhuki hui thi, kyunki unhe pata tha ki Rhea ke piche khada ye masoom dikhne wala ladka ab ek shikaari ban chuka hai.
Raat ko jab wo wapas aaye, toh Ishaan ne mehsoos kiya ki uski purani zindagi ab raakh ho chuki hai. Usne Rhea ko apni baahon mein uthaya aur seedha bed par le gaya. Aaj ki raat koi darr nahi tha, koi shootout nahi tha—sirf do aise jism the jo ek doosre ke liye bane the, aur ek aisi kahani jo ab Delhi ki galiyon mein khoon aur ishq ke saath likhi jane wali thi.
Rhea ne Ishaan ke kaan mein dhire se kaha, "Ab tum azad ho, Ishaan... meri baahon mein hamesha ke liye kaid hone ke liye."
Ishaan ne sirf muskura diya aur unke beech ki light band kar di, jahan sirf unki dhadkanon aur unke jism ki garmi ka raaj reh gaya.
Meeting hall ki wo khamoshi Ishaan ke dimaag mein ab bhi goonj rahi thi. Wo nazara—jahan shehar ke bade-bade darinde uske samne nazrein jhukaye khade the—Ishaan ke liye kisi nashiili dawa se kam nahi tha. Lekin mansion wapas aane ke baad, jab wo kamre mein akela tha, usne aaine mein dekha. Uske hathon par koi khoon nahi tha, par usey apne saaf hathon se darr lagne laga tha. Usey aisa lag raha tha jaise uski purani rooh usey chhod kar ja chuki hai, aur uski jagah ek patthar dil insaan ne le li hai.
Rhea kamre mein dakhil hui. Usne apna wo red gown utaar diya tha aur ab wo sirf ek naram, black satin nightgown mein thi jo uske badan se pani ki tarah chipka hua tha. Usne dekha ki Ishaan khidki ke paas khada bahar ki andheri raat ko dekh raha hai. Wo chupchap uske piche aayi aur apni naram bahein uski kamar mein daal di.
"Ab bhi wahi soch rahe ho?" Rhea ne uski peeth par apna chehra tikate huye pucha.
Ishaan ne ek thandi saans bhari. "Rhea, maine kabhi nahi socha tha ki log mujhse darenge. Unki aankhon mein mere liye izzat nahi thi... sirf maut ka darr tha. Kya yehi hai tumhari duniya?"
Rhea ne usey ghumakar apni taraf kiya. Usne Ishaan ki aankhon mein dekha, jahan ab bhi kahin na kahin wo purani maasoomiyat ki ek aakhri kiran bachi thi. "Izzat sirf kitabon mein milti hai, Ishaan. Asal duniya mein sirf taqat aur khauf ka sikka chalta hai. Aur aaj se, tum us sikke ke malik ho. Kya tumhe bura lag raha hai ki tum ab kamzor nahi rahe?"
Ishaan ne kuch nahi kaha, bas Rhea ko apni baahon mein kas liya. Rhea ki khushbu—wo mehenga oud aur uske jism ki niji mehak—Ishaan ke saare darr ko dhundla kar deti thi. Usne Rhea ko uthaya aur bed ki taraf le gaya.
The Heat of the Night
Rhea ne Ishaan ki shirt ke button ek-ek karke khole. Uske naram hath jab Ishaan ke garam seene par phisalne lage, toh kamre ka tapman achanak badhne laga. Rhea ne Ishaan ke kaan ke paas jhuk kar dhire se kaata, jisse Ishaan ke badan mein ek jhanjhanahat si daud gayi.
"Aaj raat... main nahi chahti ki tum kuch bhi socho," Rhea ne phusphusate huye kaha. "Sirf mujhe mehsoos karo. Main tumhari taqat hoon, aur tum mera junoon."
Rhea ne apna nightgown niche gira diya. Madham roshni mein uska gora badan kisi chamakti hui murti jaisa lag raha tha. Ishaan ne usey bed par lita diya aur uske upar aa gaya. Unke jism jab ek doosre se mile, toh aisa laga jaise do aag ke darya mil gaye hon. Ishaan ne Rhea ke har ek hisse ko itni shiddat se chhuna shuru kiya jaise wo uske jism par apna naam likh dena chahta ho.
Rhea ne apne hath Ishaan ke baalon mein fansa diye aur usey aur kareeb khincha. "Ishaan... mujhe aur chahiye... mujhe poori tarah apna bana lo..." Rhea ki cheekhein aur unki bhari saansein us band kamre mein ek naye kanoon ki tarah goonj rahi thi. Har ek touch pehle se zyada raw aur intense tha. Ishaan ab sirf ek sharmila ladka nahi raha tha, wo ek dominant mard ban chuka tha jo jaanta tha ki apni 'Queen' ko kaise surrender karwana hai.
Jab wo thak kar ek doosre ki baahon mein so gaye, tab tak subah hone ko thi. Par is sukoon ke piche ek bada toofan chhupa tha.
The Shadow of Betrayal
Agli dopahar, Ishaan mansion ke garden mein betha tha, jab usne Rhea ke sabse purane aur bharosemand guard, Khanna, ko kisi se phone par baat karte suna. Khanna ki awaaz dhimi thi, par usmein ek saazish ki boo thi.
"Haan... wo ladka uski kamzori hai. Rhea uske liye apni jaan tak de degi. Agar hume 'Cobra' ko khatam karna hai, toh pehle us ladke ko raste se hatana hoga. Aaj raat jab wo dono party se lautenge, tabhi hamla hoga."
Ishaan ka khoon thanda pad gaya. Khanna? Wo insaan jo pichle das saal se Rhea ke saath tha? Ishaan ne turant wahan se nikalne ki koshish ki, par tabhi uske piche kisi ne gun taan di.
"Kahan ja rahe ho, maasoom dost?" Khanna ne mud kar dekha, uske chehre par ek shaitani muskurahat thi.
Ishaan ne palat kar dekha. "Tum... tum Rhea ko dhoka de rahe ho? Usne tum par hamesha bharosa kiya!"
Khanna hasne laga. "Bharosa kamzoron ke liye hota hai, Ishaan. Rhea ne is shehar par bahut raaj kar liya. Ab naya khoon chahiye. Aur tum? Tum toh bas ek raste ka kanta ho."
Khanna ne gun ka dasta Ishaan ke sar par zor se maara. Ishaan ki aankhon ke samne andhera chha gaya.
The Captivity
Jab Ishaan ki aankhein khuli, toh wo ek purane basement mein tha. Uske hath-pair lohe ki zanjeeron se bandhe huye the. Uska sar dard se phat raha tha aur khoon uske gaal par sookh chuka tha. Usne dekha ki uske samne Khanna aur kuch naye shooters khade the.
"Rhea ko pata chal jayega... wo tumhe zinda gaad degi," Ishaan ne thukte huye kaha.
"Rhea ko kuch nahi pata chalega. Wo sochegi ki tum dar kar bhag gaye ya Vikram ke bache-kuche logon ne tumhe utha liya. Wo pagal ho jayegi tumhe dhoondte-dhoondte, aur wahi uski maut hogi," Khanna ne kaha aur Ishaan ke pet mein ek laat maari.
Ishaan dard se karah utha. Par us dard mein bhi usey sirf Rhea ka khayal aa raha tha. Wo jaanta tha ki Rhea is waqt mansion mein usey dhoond rahi hogi, uska gussa asman chhu raha hoga.
Tabhi basement ka darwaza dhakke se khula. Ek zor daar dhamaka hua aur dhuyein ke beech se ek saaya nazar aaya.
Rhea Singh.
Usne black leather jacket aur tight jeans pehni thi, dono hathon mein automatic pistols thi. Uski aankhein maut ki tarah thandi aur khatarnak lag rahi thi. Usne Khanna ki taraf dekha aur ek aisi hansi hasi jise sunkar shooters ke hath kaanpne lage.
"Khanna... maine socha tha tum samajhdar ho. Par tumne mere 'King' ko chhu kar apni maut ko bulava de diya hai."
Rhea ne bina ek pal gawaye goliyan chalana shuru kar diya. Kamra barood aur cheekhon se bhar gaya. Khanna ne Ishaan ko dhaal (shield) banane ki koshish ki, par Ishaan ne apni poori taqat se apna sar piche maara, jisse Khanna ladkhada gaya.
Rhea ne Khanna ke dono ghutno par goli maari. Khanna zameen par gir gaya, dard se chilla raha tha. Rhea dheere-dheere uske paas aayi aur uske sar par pistol rakhi.
"Meri duniya mein dhoka dene ki ek hi saza hai," Rhea ne kaha aur dhayn! Khanna ka khel khatam ho gaya.
Rhea ne lapak kar Ishaan ki zanjeerein kholi. Ishaan uski baahon mein gir gaya. Rhea ne uske zakhmon ko dekha aur uski aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. Wo 'The Cobra' ab ek bechain premi thi.
"I'm sorry, Ishaan... maine tumhe khatre mein daal diya," Rhea ne uske zakhmon ko choomte huye kaha.
Ishaan ne uske chehre ko pakda. "Tumne mujhe bachaya, Rhea. Hamesha ki tarah."
Ghar wapas aakar, Rhea ne khud Ishaan ke zakhmon ko saaf kiya. Bathroom mein, garam pani ke niche, Rhea ne Ishaan ko nahlaya. Usne ek-ek zakham ko apne hothon se sehraya. Us raat unke beech ka romance sirf physical nahi tha, wo ek gehra ehsaas tha ki wo ek doosre ke bina adhure hain.
Rhea ne Ishaan ke seene par sir rakha aur kaha, "Ab koi humare beech nahi aayega. Jo aayega, wo raakh ban jayega."
Ishaan ne Rhea ko kas ke pakad liya. Usey samajh aa gaya tha ki wo ab sirf ek gangster ka premi nahi hai, wo is andheri duniya ka wo hissa ban chuka hai jise ab koi mita nahi sakta.