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Chapter 7
Deep Secrets and the Glass Wall
Baarish thami thi, par hawa mein ab bhi us mitti ki sondhi khushbu thi jismein kal raat ka khoon aur junoon dono ghule huye the. Mansion ke andar ka mahaul kisi qabrastan jaisa shaant tha, par ye wo shanti thi jo kisi bade toofaan se pehle aati hai. Ishaan bed par akela leta hua tha, uske jism par Rhea ke nakhunon ke nishaan ab bhi taaza the, jo usey yaad dila rahe the ki wo ab puri tarah badal chuka hai.
Rhea balcony mein khadi thi, usne Ishaan ki hi ek badi shirt pehni thi jo uske ghutno tak aa rahi thi. Uske hath mein ek sharab ka glass tha aur wo baarish ki bachi-kuchi boondon ko dekh rahi thi. Uski aankhon mein wo darr ab bhi tha jo Samar ka naam sunte hi aaya tha.
"Ishaan..." Rhea ne mud kar dekha. Uski awaaz mein ek aisi thakan thi jo usne kabhi kisi ke samne zahir nahi ki thi.
Ishaan utha aur uske paas gaya. Usne piche se Rhea ko baahon mein bhar liya. "Tumne kaha tha na Rhea... hum saath hain. Toh phir ye darr kaisa?"
Rhea ne glass side mein rakha aur Ishaan ke hathon ko apne seene par kas liya. "Samar koi mamuli dushman nahi hai, Ishaan. Wo ek zeher hai jo dhire-dhire chadhta hai. Wo jaanta hai ki mujhe kaise todna hai. Aur ab... uske paas tum ho."
The Sinister Gift
Tabhi, kamre ka darwaza dhire se khula. Ek guard andar aaya, uska chehra bilkul peela tha. Uske hath mein ek purani, chamre (leather) ki diary thi.
"Madam... ye garden ki deewar ke paas mili. Is par aapka naam likha hai," guard ne diary rakhi aur turant bahar nikal gaya.
Rhea ki saansein atak gayi. Usne diary uthayi. Wo purani thi, uske panno se ek ajeeb si purani mehak aa rahi thi. Jaise hi usne pehla panna palta, uska chehra safed pad gaya. Ishaan ne piche se jhuk kar dekhne ki koshish ki, par Rhea ne jhat se diary band kar di.
"Ye kya hai, Rhea? Mujhe dikhao," Ishaan ne thoda sakht hokar kaha.
"Nahi! Ye... ye kuch nahi hai. Purani bakwaas hai," Rhea ne diary ko drawer mein phenk diya aur usey lock kar diya. Uska pura badan kaanp raha tha.
Ishaan ko shaq hua. Rhea ne kabhi usse kuch nahi chhupaya tha, phir aaj kyun? Usne Rhea ko apni taraf moda. "Mujhse jhooth mat bolo. Samar ne wo bheji hai na? Usmein kya hai?"
Rhea ne jawab nahi diya. Usne Ishaan ke gale mein apni bahein daal di aur usey bed ki taraf khinchne lagi. "Chhodo ye sab, Ishaan. Mujhe tumhari zaroorat hai... abhi. Bas mujhe pyaar karo, itna ki main sab bhool jaun."
The Desperate Passion
Rhea ne Ishaan ko bed par gira diya aur uske upar aa gayi. Wo aaj pehle se zyada bechain aur 'desperate' lag rahi thi. Usne Ishaan ki shirt ke bache-kuche button noch kar alag kar diye. Uske hoth Ishaan ke hothon par kisi bhookhi sherni ki tarah toot pade.
Rhea ne apni shirt utaar di. Wo nangi thi, uska gora badan madham roshni mein chamak raha tha. Ishaan ne mehsoos kiya ki Rhea usey 'distract' karne ki koshish kar rahi hai, par uske jism ki aag itni tez thi ki Ishaan apna hosh khone laga. Rhea ne Ishaan ke hath pakad kar apne ubhaaron (breasts) par rakhe aur unhe zor se dabaya.
"Mujhe mehsoos karo, Ishaan... sirf mujhe! Kuch mat socho!" Rhea ne siski lete huye kaha.
Ishaan ne Rhea ko ghumaya aur usey apne niche le liya. Uska har ek touch aaj dominant tha. Usne Rhea ki jaanghon (thighs) ko pakad kar itni zor se dabaya ki Rhea ke muh se ek mardana maza aur dard ki mili-juli cheekh nikli. Ishaan ne uske hothon se lekar uske pet tak apni zaban se ek garm lakeer kheenchi. Rhea ka badan dhanush (bow) ki tarah akad gaya.
Unki physical union aaj ek jung jaisi thi. Rhea chahti thi ki Ishaan usmein itna kho jaye ki wo diary wali baat bhool jaye. Ishaan ne usey itni shiddat se chhuna shuru kiya ki Rhea ki aankhon se aansu nikal aaye. Har ek dhakka, har ek kiss, aur har ek 'adult' moment unke darmiyan ki deewar ko aur gehra kar raha tha. Rhea ne Ishaan ke seene par apne nakhun gadha diye, "Ishaan... tum mere ho... tum mujhe kabhi chhodkar nahi jaoge na?"
Ishaan ne uske hothon ko apne danton mein daba liya aur bina kuch bole usmein doob gaya. Us raat Rhea ne Ishaan ko wo sab kuch diya jo ek aurat apne sabse aziz mard ko de sakti hai. Poore kamre mein sirf unki haanfti hui saansein aur jismon ke takrane ki awaaz thi.
The Bitter Truth
Subah jab Rhea gehri neend mein thi, Ishaan ki aankhein khul gayi. Uska dimaag ab bhi wahi diary ke baare mein soch raha tha. Wo dhire se utha aur drawer ki taraf gaya. Rhea ne chabi side table par hi chhodi thi.
Ishaan ne drawer khola aur diary nikaali. Usne panna palta. Usmein Rhea ke baap ki likhi hui baatein thi. Ishaan dhire-dheere padhne laga aur uske pairon tale zameen nikal gayi.
Diary mein ek purane car accident ka zikr tha. Wahi accident jismein Ishaan ke mata-pita ki maut hui thi. Usmein saaf likha tha ki wo accident nahi tha—Rhea ke baap ne wo hamla karwaya tha kyunki Ishaan ke pita ek journalist the jo Rhea ki family ke khilaaf saboot ikatha kar rahe the. Aur sabse bada sach... Rhea us waqt gaadi mein maujood thi aur usne apne baap ko wo order dete huye suna tha.
Ishaan ka sar ghumne laga. Uski aankhon se aansu nikal aaye. Jis aurat se wo be-intehaan pyaar karta hai, jisne usey gangster banaya, usi ki family uske mata-pita ki qatil thi? Aur Rhea ye sab jaanti thi?
Usne diary zameen par phenk di. Awaaz se Rhea ki aankh khul gayi. Usne dekha ki Ishaan ke hath mein diary hai aur wo ro raha hai.
"Ishaan... main... main tumhe batane wali thi," Rhea bed se uthi, usne chadar se apna nanga badan dhaka, uski awaaz kaanp rahi thi.
Ishaan ne mud kar dekha. Uski aankhon mein ab wo purana pyaar nahi, balki ek gehra gham aur nafrat thi. "Toh yehi wajah thi? Isliye tumne mujhe library se uthaya? Gunah-e-ehsaas (guilt)? Ya phir tum chahti thi ki qatil ka beta hi qatil ban jaye?"
Rhea uske paas aane lagi, "Nahi Ishaan! Meri baat suno..."
"Dur raho mujhse!" Ishaan chillaya. Usne apni pistol uthayi aur Rhea ki taraf taan di. "Aaj mujhe samajh aaya... tumne mujhe 'Golden Cage' mein nahi, balki ek jahannum (hell) mein rakha hai."
Mansion ke bahar Samar muskura raha tha. Usne apna pehla mohra (pawn) chal diya tha. Ishaan aur Rhea ka ishq ab ek aisi dehleez par tha jahan se sirf maut nazar aa rahi thi.
Mansion ke bedroom mein sannata itna gehra tha ki Ishaan ko apni hi bhari saansein kisi hathode ki tarah kaano mein bajti hui mehsoos ho rahi thi. Uske hath mein pistol thi, nishana thik Rhea ke dil par tha. Wahi dil jo kabhi Ishaan ke liye dhadakta tha, aaj usi dil mein goli utaarne ka junoon Ishaan ke sar par sawar tha.
Rhea bed ke kinare khadi thi. Usne apne nange badan ko kisi chadar se dhakne ki koshish nahi ki. Wo waisi hi khadi rahi—vulnerable, khubsurat, aur khatarnak. Uski aankhon se aansu beh kar uske gaalon par rasta bana rahe the, par uska chehra bilkul sapaat tha.
"Chalao goli, Ishaan," Rhea ki awaaz halki si kaanpi, par usmein ek ajeeb si thirta (steadiness) thi. "Tumne kaha tha na ki tumne apni rooh bech di hai... toh aaj apne maa-baap ka badla lekar usey wapas kharid lo."
Ishaan ka poora jism gusse se thar-thar kaanp raha tha. "Tum jaanti thi... tum sab jaanti thi! Jab tum mujhe us library se utha kar laayi, jab tum mujhe 'Cobra King' banane ka natak kar rahi thi, jab tum mere jism se khel rahi thi... kya tumhe ek baar bhi un logon ka khayal nahi aaya jo tumhare baap ki wajah se mare gaye?"
Ishaan cheekha, uski awaaz mein barson ka daba hua dard tha. "Main tumhari property nahi tha, Rhea! Main tumhara 'guilt-fix' tha. Tumne mujhe isliye chunna taaki tum apne paap dho sako!"
Rhea ek kadam aage badhi. Pistol ki nali ab uske seene ki gori skin ko chhu rahi thi. "Pehle shayad yehi wajah thi. Par ab... ab tum meri zindagi ho. Maine tumhe wo accident nahi bataya kyunki main darrti thi ki tum mujhe nafrat karoge. Aur dekho... wahi hua."
"Nafrat?" Ishaan ne kadwahat se kaha. "Nafrat bahut chhota shabd hai. Mujhe tumse ghin aa rahi hai."
Ishaan ne trigger par ungli kas li. Rhea ne apni aankhein band kar li, maut ka intezar karte huye. Par agle hi pal, Ishaan ne pistol side mein deewar par de maari. Dhaayn! Goli nikal gayi aur ek mehnge aaine (mirror) ke hazaron tukde kar diye.
Ishaan ne lapak kar Rhea ki gardan pakad li aur usey bed par patak diya.
The Aggressive Surrender
"Main tumhe itni asaani se marne nahi dunga," Ishaan uske upar aa gaya. Uski aankhon mein ab wo maasoom Ishaan kahin nahi tha. Usmein wahi darindagi thi jo usne Rhea se seekhi thi. "Tumne meri zindagi tabah ki hai na? Ab main tumhari har saans par apna haq jataunga. Tum mujhse mohabbat chahti thi? Ab main tumhe sirf dard dunga."
Ishaan ne Rhea ke hothon ko itni zor se kaata ki khoon nikal aaya. Rhea ne koi virodh (resistance) nahi kiya. Usne Ishaan ke gusse ko mehsoos kiya aur apni aankhein moond li. Ishaan ne uske kapde (shirt) ko faad kar alag kar diya.
Aaj ka romance koi ishq nahi tha. Ye ek 'punishment' thi. Ishaan ne Rhea ke jism ke saath wo sab kiya jo usey tadpa sake, par Rhea har ek dard ko kisi prasad (blessing) ki tarah qabool kar rahi thi. Usne Ishaan ki peeth par apne nakhun gadha diye.
"Haan, Ishaan... mujhe mita do... mujhe barbad kar do!" Rhea ne siski lete huye kaha.
Ishaan ne uske hothon se lekar uski jaanghon tak har jagah apne danton ke nishaan chhod diye. Wo usey itni shiddat se chhuna chahta tha ki Rhea bhool jaye ki wo kaun hai. Unki physical union aaj ek toofan jaisi thi—tezz, dard-bhari, aur be-intehaan raw. Har ek dhakka, har ek adult moment unke beech ki nafrat aur ek nashiile attraction ka mishran tha.
Jab sab kuch shant hua, Ishaan Rhea ke upar hi gira hua tha, dono haanth rahe the. Rhea ne dhire se apna hath Ishaan ke baalon mein phera.
"Ishaan... ab bhi nafrat hai?" usne phusphusaya.
Ishaan jhatke se utha aur apne kapde pehanne laga. "Ye nafrat kabhi khatam nahi hogi, Rhea. Ab se, main yahan tumhara premi bankar nahi, tumhara 'jallaad' (executioner) bankar rahunga."
The Sniper's Shadow
Ishaan abhi kamre se bahar nikalne hi wala tha ki achanak ek goli khidki ke kaanch ko cheerte huye aayi aur seedha deewar mein ja ghusi.
"Niche jhuko!" Rhea chillayi.
Wo dono zameen par gir gaye. Bahar se goliyon ki barsaat shuru ho gayi thi. Samar ne apna hamla bol diya tha. Mansion ke guards ki cheekhein sunayi de rahi thi.
"Ishaan, meri baat suno," Rhea ne zameen par rengte huye Ishaan ka hath pakda. "Samar humein maarna chahta hai. Hamare paas waqt nahi hai. Piche ek secret tunnel hai, humein wahan se nikalna hoga."
Ishaan ne uska hath jhatak diya. "Main tumhare saath kahin nahi ja raha."
"Theek hai, toh yahi mar jao!" Rhea garji. "Lekin agar tum zinda rahoge, tabhi toh mujhse badla le paoge na? Chalo mere saath!"
Ishaan ne dekha ki maut unke darwaze par khadi hai. Usne nafrat se Rhea ki taraf dekha, par usne uska hath pakad liya. Wo dono bhagte huye mansion ke purane basement ki taraf gaye.
Andhere raaste mein, jab unke jism ek doosre se takra rahe the, Ishaan ko ehsaas hua ki wo kitna bhi nafrat kar le, uski har saans Rhea se judi hui thi. Samar ka ye hamla unhein ya toh hamesha ke liye mita dega, ya phir unki nafrat ko ek naye junoon mein badal dega.
Galiyon mein goliyon ki goonj aur dil mein nafrat ki aag—Ishaan aur Rhea ki dastan ab ek aise mod par thi jahan se koi wapsi nahi thi.
Deep Secrets and the Glass Wall
Baarish thami thi, par hawa mein ab bhi us mitti ki sondhi khushbu thi jismein kal raat ka khoon aur junoon dono ghule huye the. Mansion ke andar ka mahaul kisi qabrastan jaisa shaant tha, par ye wo shanti thi jo kisi bade toofaan se pehle aati hai. Ishaan bed par akela leta hua tha, uske jism par Rhea ke nakhunon ke nishaan ab bhi taaza the, jo usey yaad dila rahe the ki wo ab puri tarah badal chuka hai.
Rhea balcony mein khadi thi, usne Ishaan ki hi ek badi shirt pehni thi jo uske ghutno tak aa rahi thi. Uske hath mein ek sharab ka glass tha aur wo baarish ki bachi-kuchi boondon ko dekh rahi thi. Uski aankhon mein wo darr ab bhi tha jo Samar ka naam sunte hi aaya tha.
"Ishaan..." Rhea ne mud kar dekha. Uski awaaz mein ek aisi thakan thi jo usne kabhi kisi ke samne zahir nahi ki thi.
Ishaan utha aur uske paas gaya. Usne piche se Rhea ko baahon mein bhar liya. "Tumne kaha tha na Rhea... hum saath hain. Toh phir ye darr kaisa?"
Rhea ne glass side mein rakha aur Ishaan ke hathon ko apne seene par kas liya. "Samar koi mamuli dushman nahi hai, Ishaan. Wo ek zeher hai jo dhire-dhire chadhta hai. Wo jaanta hai ki mujhe kaise todna hai. Aur ab... uske paas tum ho."
The Sinister Gift
Tabhi, kamre ka darwaza dhire se khula. Ek guard andar aaya, uska chehra bilkul peela tha. Uske hath mein ek purani, chamre (leather) ki diary thi.
"Madam... ye garden ki deewar ke paas mili. Is par aapka naam likha hai," guard ne diary rakhi aur turant bahar nikal gaya.
Rhea ki saansein atak gayi. Usne diary uthayi. Wo purani thi, uske panno se ek ajeeb si purani mehak aa rahi thi. Jaise hi usne pehla panna palta, uska chehra safed pad gaya. Ishaan ne piche se jhuk kar dekhne ki koshish ki, par Rhea ne jhat se diary band kar di.
"Ye kya hai, Rhea? Mujhe dikhao," Ishaan ne thoda sakht hokar kaha.
"Nahi! Ye... ye kuch nahi hai. Purani bakwaas hai," Rhea ne diary ko drawer mein phenk diya aur usey lock kar diya. Uska pura badan kaanp raha tha.
Ishaan ko shaq hua. Rhea ne kabhi usse kuch nahi chhupaya tha, phir aaj kyun? Usne Rhea ko apni taraf moda. "Mujhse jhooth mat bolo. Samar ne wo bheji hai na? Usmein kya hai?"
Rhea ne jawab nahi diya. Usne Ishaan ke gale mein apni bahein daal di aur usey bed ki taraf khinchne lagi. "Chhodo ye sab, Ishaan. Mujhe tumhari zaroorat hai... abhi. Bas mujhe pyaar karo, itna ki main sab bhool jaun."
The Desperate Passion
Rhea ne Ishaan ko bed par gira diya aur uske upar aa gayi. Wo aaj pehle se zyada bechain aur 'desperate' lag rahi thi. Usne Ishaan ki shirt ke bache-kuche button noch kar alag kar diye. Uske hoth Ishaan ke hothon par kisi bhookhi sherni ki tarah toot pade.
Rhea ne apni shirt utaar di. Wo nangi thi, uska gora badan madham roshni mein chamak raha tha. Ishaan ne mehsoos kiya ki Rhea usey 'distract' karne ki koshish kar rahi hai, par uske jism ki aag itni tez thi ki Ishaan apna hosh khone laga. Rhea ne Ishaan ke hath pakad kar apne ubhaaron (breasts) par rakhe aur unhe zor se dabaya.
"Mujhe mehsoos karo, Ishaan... sirf mujhe! Kuch mat socho!" Rhea ne siski lete huye kaha.
Ishaan ne Rhea ko ghumaya aur usey apne niche le liya. Uska har ek touch aaj dominant tha. Usne Rhea ki jaanghon (thighs) ko pakad kar itni zor se dabaya ki Rhea ke muh se ek mardana maza aur dard ki mili-juli cheekh nikli. Ishaan ne uske hothon se lekar uske pet tak apni zaban se ek garm lakeer kheenchi. Rhea ka badan dhanush (bow) ki tarah akad gaya.
Unki physical union aaj ek jung jaisi thi. Rhea chahti thi ki Ishaan usmein itna kho jaye ki wo diary wali baat bhool jaye. Ishaan ne usey itni shiddat se chhuna shuru kiya ki Rhea ki aankhon se aansu nikal aaye. Har ek dhakka, har ek kiss, aur har ek 'adult' moment unke darmiyan ki deewar ko aur gehra kar raha tha. Rhea ne Ishaan ke seene par apne nakhun gadha diye, "Ishaan... tum mere ho... tum mujhe kabhi chhodkar nahi jaoge na?"
Ishaan ne uske hothon ko apne danton mein daba liya aur bina kuch bole usmein doob gaya. Us raat Rhea ne Ishaan ko wo sab kuch diya jo ek aurat apne sabse aziz mard ko de sakti hai. Poore kamre mein sirf unki haanfti hui saansein aur jismon ke takrane ki awaaz thi.
The Bitter Truth
Subah jab Rhea gehri neend mein thi, Ishaan ki aankhein khul gayi. Uska dimaag ab bhi wahi diary ke baare mein soch raha tha. Wo dhire se utha aur drawer ki taraf gaya. Rhea ne chabi side table par hi chhodi thi.
Ishaan ne drawer khola aur diary nikaali. Usne panna palta. Usmein Rhea ke baap ki likhi hui baatein thi. Ishaan dhire-dheere padhne laga aur uske pairon tale zameen nikal gayi.
Diary mein ek purane car accident ka zikr tha. Wahi accident jismein Ishaan ke mata-pita ki maut hui thi. Usmein saaf likha tha ki wo accident nahi tha—Rhea ke baap ne wo hamla karwaya tha kyunki Ishaan ke pita ek journalist the jo Rhea ki family ke khilaaf saboot ikatha kar rahe the. Aur sabse bada sach... Rhea us waqt gaadi mein maujood thi aur usne apne baap ko wo order dete huye suna tha.
Ishaan ka sar ghumne laga. Uski aankhon se aansu nikal aaye. Jis aurat se wo be-intehaan pyaar karta hai, jisne usey gangster banaya, usi ki family uske mata-pita ki qatil thi? Aur Rhea ye sab jaanti thi?
Usne diary zameen par phenk di. Awaaz se Rhea ki aankh khul gayi. Usne dekha ki Ishaan ke hath mein diary hai aur wo ro raha hai.
"Ishaan... main... main tumhe batane wali thi," Rhea bed se uthi, usne chadar se apna nanga badan dhaka, uski awaaz kaanp rahi thi.
Ishaan ne mud kar dekha. Uski aankhon mein ab wo purana pyaar nahi, balki ek gehra gham aur nafrat thi. "Toh yehi wajah thi? Isliye tumne mujhe library se uthaya? Gunah-e-ehsaas (guilt)? Ya phir tum chahti thi ki qatil ka beta hi qatil ban jaye?"
Rhea uske paas aane lagi, "Nahi Ishaan! Meri baat suno..."
"Dur raho mujhse!" Ishaan chillaya. Usne apni pistol uthayi aur Rhea ki taraf taan di. "Aaj mujhe samajh aaya... tumne mujhe 'Golden Cage' mein nahi, balki ek jahannum (hell) mein rakha hai."
Mansion ke bahar Samar muskura raha tha. Usne apna pehla mohra (pawn) chal diya tha. Ishaan aur Rhea ka ishq ab ek aisi dehleez par tha jahan se sirf maut nazar aa rahi thi.
Mansion ke bedroom mein sannata itna gehra tha ki Ishaan ko apni hi bhari saansein kisi hathode ki tarah kaano mein bajti hui mehsoos ho rahi thi. Uske hath mein pistol thi, nishana thik Rhea ke dil par tha. Wahi dil jo kabhi Ishaan ke liye dhadakta tha, aaj usi dil mein goli utaarne ka junoon Ishaan ke sar par sawar tha.
Rhea bed ke kinare khadi thi. Usne apne nange badan ko kisi chadar se dhakne ki koshish nahi ki. Wo waisi hi khadi rahi—vulnerable, khubsurat, aur khatarnak. Uski aankhon se aansu beh kar uske gaalon par rasta bana rahe the, par uska chehra bilkul sapaat tha.
"Chalao goli, Ishaan," Rhea ki awaaz halki si kaanpi, par usmein ek ajeeb si thirta (steadiness) thi. "Tumne kaha tha na ki tumne apni rooh bech di hai... toh aaj apne maa-baap ka badla lekar usey wapas kharid lo."
Ishaan ka poora jism gusse se thar-thar kaanp raha tha. "Tum jaanti thi... tum sab jaanti thi! Jab tum mujhe us library se utha kar laayi, jab tum mujhe 'Cobra King' banane ka natak kar rahi thi, jab tum mere jism se khel rahi thi... kya tumhe ek baar bhi un logon ka khayal nahi aaya jo tumhare baap ki wajah se mare gaye?"
Ishaan cheekha, uski awaaz mein barson ka daba hua dard tha. "Main tumhari property nahi tha, Rhea! Main tumhara 'guilt-fix' tha. Tumne mujhe isliye chunna taaki tum apne paap dho sako!"
Rhea ek kadam aage badhi. Pistol ki nali ab uske seene ki gori skin ko chhu rahi thi. "Pehle shayad yehi wajah thi. Par ab... ab tum meri zindagi ho. Maine tumhe wo accident nahi bataya kyunki main darrti thi ki tum mujhe nafrat karoge. Aur dekho... wahi hua."
"Nafrat?" Ishaan ne kadwahat se kaha. "Nafrat bahut chhota shabd hai. Mujhe tumse ghin aa rahi hai."
Ishaan ne trigger par ungli kas li. Rhea ne apni aankhein band kar li, maut ka intezar karte huye. Par agle hi pal, Ishaan ne pistol side mein deewar par de maari. Dhaayn! Goli nikal gayi aur ek mehnge aaine (mirror) ke hazaron tukde kar diye.
Ishaan ne lapak kar Rhea ki gardan pakad li aur usey bed par patak diya.
The Aggressive Surrender
"Main tumhe itni asaani se marne nahi dunga," Ishaan uske upar aa gaya. Uski aankhon mein ab wo maasoom Ishaan kahin nahi tha. Usmein wahi darindagi thi jo usne Rhea se seekhi thi. "Tumne meri zindagi tabah ki hai na? Ab main tumhari har saans par apna haq jataunga. Tum mujhse mohabbat chahti thi? Ab main tumhe sirf dard dunga."
Ishaan ne Rhea ke hothon ko itni zor se kaata ki khoon nikal aaya. Rhea ne koi virodh (resistance) nahi kiya. Usne Ishaan ke gusse ko mehsoos kiya aur apni aankhein moond li. Ishaan ne uske kapde (shirt) ko faad kar alag kar diya.
Aaj ka romance koi ishq nahi tha. Ye ek 'punishment' thi. Ishaan ne Rhea ke jism ke saath wo sab kiya jo usey tadpa sake, par Rhea har ek dard ko kisi prasad (blessing) ki tarah qabool kar rahi thi. Usne Ishaan ki peeth par apne nakhun gadha diye.
"Haan, Ishaan... mujhe mita do... mujhe barbad kar do!" Rhea ne siski lete huye kaha.
Ishaan ne uske hothon se lekar uski jaanghon tak har jagah apne danton ke nishaan chhod diye. Wo usey itni shiddat se chhuna chahta tha ki Rhea bhool jaye ki wo kaun hai. Unki physical union aaj ek toofan jaisi thi—tezz, dard-bhari, aur be-intehaan raw. Har ek dhakka, har ek adult moment unke beech ki nafrat aur ek nashiile attraction ka mishran tha.
Jab sab kuch shant hua, Ishaan Rhea ke upar hi gira hua tha, dono haanth rahe the. Rhea ne dhire se apna hath Ishaan ke baalon mein phera.
"Ishaan... ab bhi nafrat hai?" usne phusphusaya.
Ishaan jhatke se utha aur apne kapde pehanne laga. "Ye nafrat kabhi khatam nahi hogi, Rhea. Ab se, main yahan tumhara premi bankar nahi, tumhara 'jallaad' (executioner) bankar rahunga."
The Sniper's Shadow
Ishaan abhi kamre se bahar nikalne hi wala tha ki achanak ek goli khidki ke kaanch ko cheerte huye aayi aur seedha deewar mein ja ghusi.
"Niche jhuko!" Rhea chillayi.
Wo dono zameen par gir gaye. Bahar se goliyon ki barsaat shuru ho gayi thi. Samar ne apna hamla bol diya tha. Mansion ke guards ki cheekhein sunayi de rahi thi.
"Ishaan, meri baat suno," Rhea ne zameen par rengte huye Ishaan ka hath pakda. "Samar humein maarna chahta hai. Hamare paas waqt nahi hai. Piche ek secret tunnel hai, humein wahan se nikalna hoga."
Ishaan ne uska hath jhatak diya. "Main tumhare saath kahin nahi ja raha."
"Theek hai, toh yahi mar jao!" Rhea garji. "Lekin agar tum zinda rahoge, tabhi toh mujhse badla le paoge na? Chalo mere saath!"
Ishaan ne dekha ki maut unke darwaze par khadi hai. Usne nafrat se Rhea ki taraf dekha, par usne uska hath pakad liya. Wo dono bhagte huye mansion ke purane basement ki taraf gaye.
Andhere raaste mein, jab unke jism ek doosre se takra rahe the, Ishaan ko ehsaas hua ki wo kitna bhi nafrat kar le, uski har saans Rhea se judi hui thi. Samar ka ye hamla unhein ya toh hamesha ke liye mita dega, ya phir unki nafrat ko ek naye junoon mein badal dega.
Galiyon mein goliyon ki goonj aur dil mein nafrat ki aag—Ishaan aur Rhea ki dastan ab ek aise mod par thi jahan se koi wapsi nahi thi.
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