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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.

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Chapter 8
Refuge in Sin​

Mansion ke basement ki wo purani, geeli tunnel andheri thi aur wahan maut jaisi khamoshi thi, siwaye unki tezz saanson aur boots ki awaaz ke. Deewaron se pani tapakne ki awaaz goonj rahi thi. Rhea aage-aage bhaag rahi thi, uske haath mein ek torch thi jiske ujaale mein uska bheegha aur zakhami badan chamak raha tha. Ishaan uske piche tha, uske haath mein wahi pistol thi jo ab uski pehchaan ban chuki thi.
Uske dimaag mein ab bhi diary ke wo shabd thar-thara rahe the. Car accident. Orders. Rhea was there. Har baar jab uski nazar Rhea ki nangi peeth par padti, usey apne mata-pita ka wo khoon se sana chehra yaad aata. Par hairani ki baat ye thi ki is nafrat ke bawajood, wo usey chhod kar nahi ja pa raha tha. Rhea ka nasha uske khoon mein itna gehra utar chuka tha ki badla lene ke liye bhi usey Rhea ka hi saath chahiye tha.
"Bas... thoda aur door," Rhea ne haanfte huye kaha. Wo thak chuki thi, uska purana zakham phir se behne laga tha.
Tunnel ka rasta shehar ke baahar ek purane, sunsaan farmhouse mein khulta tha jise Rhea ne emergency ke liye rakha tha. Jaise hi wo baahar nikle, thandi hawa aur tezz baarish ne unka swagat kiya. Farmhouse chota tha, lakdi ka bana hua, aur charo taraf ghane pedon se ghira tha.
Rhea ne farmhouse ka darwaza khola aur andar dakhil hote hi zameen par gir gayi. Ishaan ne darwaza lock kiya aur mud kar usey dekha. Rhea ne chadar ab bhi lapeti hui thi, par wo bheegh kar uske badan se chipak gayi thi. Uski aankhein band thi aur wo dard se karah rahi thi.
Ishaan uske paas gaya aur uska collar pakad kar usey upar uthaya. "Yahan bhi tum mujhe lekar aayi ho... kya ye bhi tumhari kisi saazish ka hissa hai? Kya Samar ko tumne hi bulaya tha taaki mujhe khatam kar sako?"
Rhea ne apni aankhein kholi. Unmein aansu the, par wo maut se nahi darr rahi thi. Wo Ishaan ki nafrat se darr rahi thi. "Ishaan... agar mujhe tumhe maarna hota, toh main tumhe us library mein hi maut ke hawale kar deti. Maine... maine jo kiya, wo galat tha. Par mera pyaar jhootha nahi tha."
"Pyaar?" Ishaan ne kadwahat se kaha aur usey deewar se zor se sata diya. "Tumne mujhe apna ghulam banaya. Meri masoomiyat cheen li. Mujhse qatl karwaye. Aur ab tum kehti ho ye pyaar hai?"
Ishaan ne apna haath Rhea ki gardan par kas diya. Uske anguthe se Rhea ki saans nali dab rahi thi. Rhea ne koi virodh nahi kiya, usne sirf Ishaan ki aankhon mein dekha.
"Maaro mujhe," Rhea ne phusphusaya. "Agar mere marne se tumhara dard kam hota hai, toh mujhe maar do."
Ishaan ka gussa apni charam seema (peak) par tha. Usne dekha ki Rhea ka wo bheegha badan, wo naram hoth, aur uski aankhon ka wo junoon—wo nafrat karte huye bhi usey chah raha tha. Usne jhatke se apna haath hataya aur Rhea ki chadar khinch kar fenk di.
Rhea ab poori tarah nangi thi, baarish ke pani se uska badan chamak raha tha. Ishaan ne apni shirt utaari aur usey wahin lakdi ke farsh par patak diya.
"Main tumhe marne nahi dunga, Rhea. Kyunki maut sukoon deti hai, aur main chahti hoon ki tum har pal tadpo. Mere saath rehkar, meri nafrat ko mehsoos karke."
Ishaan ne Rhea ke hothon ko itni shiddat se kaata ki khoon nikal aaya aur unke muh mein lohe jaisa swaad ghul gaya. Ye kiss pehle jaisi nashiili nahi thi, ye zeherili thi. Ishaan ne Rhea ke hathon ko uske sar ke upar pin kar diya.
Rhea ne apni kamar ko Ishaan se ragda, uska badan aag ki tarah tap raha tha. "Haan, Ishaan... mujhe tadpao... mujhe bataye ki tum mujhse kitni nafrat karte ho!"
Us farmhouse mein, jahan bahar bijli kadak rahi thi, andar ek aisi ladaayi chal rahi thi jahan dono jism ek doosre ko tod dena chahte the. Ishaan ka har ek touch 'aggressive' aur 'dominating' tha. Usne Rhea ke jism ke saath wo sab kiya jo usne ab tak dabe huye gusse mein daba rakha tha. Rhea ki cheekhein farmhouse ki lakdi ki deewaron mein dab kar reh gayi.
Ishaan ne usey meiz (table) par jhukaya aur piche se usey apna banaya. Rhea ne apne danton se meiz ki lakdi ko daba liya taaki wo chilla na sake. Unki physical union aaj kisi animalistic instinct jaisi thi. Koi romance nahi, koi meethi baatein nahi—sirf raw, adult, aur intense passion. Rhea ko mehsoos ho raha tha ki Ishaan usey punish kar raha hai, par us punishment mein bhi usey ek ajeeb sa 'surrender' mehsoos ho raha tha.
Jab sab kuch shant hua, Ishaan wahi farsh par baith gaya, uska sar uske hathon mein tha. Rhea uske paas aayi aur apna bheegha badan uske kandhe se laga diya.
"Ishaan... Samar ke paas wo saboot hain jo mujhe aur meri family ko poori tarah barbad kar sakte hain. Lekin un sabooton mein tumhare pita ki wo secret file bhi hai jise wo dhund rahe the. Agar humein Samar ko harana hai, toh humein ek saath hona padega... chahe tum mujhse kitni hi nafrat kyun na karo."
Ishaan ne palat kar dekha. Uske chehre par ab ek thanda sannata tha. "Main tumhare saath hoon, Rhea. Par isliye nahi ki main tumse pyaar karta hoon. Balki isliye, kyunki Samar ne mere baap ka kaam adhura chhoda tha. Main wo file haasil karunga... aur uske baad main tumhe khud apne hathon se police ke hawale karunga ya qabar mein."
Rhea ne sirf muskura diya. Usne jaan liya tha ki Ishaan ab poori tarah badal chuka hai. Wo masoom ladka mar gaya tha, aur ab uske samne wahi shaitaan khada tha jise usne khud banaya tha.
Andheri raat mein, us chote se farmhouse mein, do qatil ek doosre ki baahon mein so rahe the—ek badle ki aag mein jal raha tha, aur dusri usi aag mein raakh hone ke liye taiyar thi.
Lekin Samar ki agli chaal unke hosh udane wali thi. Usne farmhouse ka address dhoond liya tha aur ab wo unhe zinda jalane ka plan bana raha tha.


Farmhouse ke andar ki thandak ab dhire-dhire ek ajeeb si ghutan mein badal rahi thi. Ishaan farsh par betha apni pistol saaf kar raha tha, uski aankhein bilkul thandi aur sapaat thi. Rhea bed par baithi thi, usne ek purani chadar khud par lapeti hui thi, par uski nazrein sirf Ishaan par tiki thi. Wo dekh rahi thi ki kaise wo masoom ungliyan ab ek qaatil ki tarah hathiyar chala rahi thi.
"Tum mujhse baat kyun nahi kar rahe?" Rhea ne dhime se pucha. Uski awaaz mein wo puraani khanak gayab thi, ab sirf ek dard bacha tha.
Ishaan ne pistol ka magazine lock kiya—clack—aur Rhea ki taraf dekha. "Baat karne ke liye bacha kya hai, Rhea? Mere maa-baap ki maut ka sauda? Ya wo jhooth jo tumne har roz mujhse bola jab hum is bed par ek saath hote the?"
Ishaan utha aur Rhea ke paas gaya. Usne uske baalon ko mutthi mein bhancha aur uska chehra upar uthaya. "Yaad rakhna, main yahan tumhari wajah se hoon, par tumhare liye nahi. Jis din Samar mara jayega, us din tumhara aur mera hisaab hoga."
Rhea ne uski aankhon mein dekha. Usmein nafrat itni gehri thi ki Rhea ka dil kaanp gaya. "Theek hai, Ishaan. Mujhe manzoor hai. Par pehle humein zinda bachna hoga."
The Inferno Begins
Achanak, farmhouse ki khidki se ek petrol bomb andar gira. Kaaanch! Sheesha tootne ki awaaz ke saath hi aag ki laptein tezi se pardo par chadhne lagi.
"Samar!" Rhea chillayi.
Bahar se goliyon ki barsaat shuru ho gayi. Farmhouse lakdi ka tha, isliye aag kisi jungli jaanwar ki tarah har taraf phail rahi thi. Dhuwan itna gehra tha ki saans lena mushkil ho gaya.
"Niche jhuko!" Ishaan ne Rhea ko dhakka diya aur khud khidki ke paas jaakar palat kar firing shuru kar di.
Samar ke shooters ne farmhouse ko gher liya tha. Wo unhe zinda jalana chahta tha. Ishaan ne dekha ki Rhea ki chadar mein aag lagne wali thi. Usne jhatke se usey khincha aur usey ek kone mein dhakka diya jahan abhi aag nahi pahunchi thi.
"Bahar nikalna hoga, Rhea! Varna yahi raakh ban jayenge!"
The Adrenaline Passion
Maut jab itne kareeb ho, toh insaan ke andar ki dabi hui har ek bhook bahar nikal aati hai. Rhea ne Ishaan ka hath pakda. Usey laga ki shayad ye unka aakhri pal hai. Usne Ishaan ko apni taraf khincha aur uske hothon par toot padi.
Ye kiss aisi thi jaise unki saansein aakhri ho. Har taraf se aag ki garmi aur unke jismo ki tapish milkar ek ho gayi thi. Ishaan ne Rhea ko wahi taptee hui deewar se sata diya. Uske badan par kapde nahi the, sirf dhuwan aur paseena chamak raha tha.
Ishaan ne Rhea ki kamar ko apni baahon mein bhara aur usey utha liya. Usne mehsoos kiya ki Rhea ka jism darr se nahi, balki ek ajeeb si 'high' se kaanp raha tha. Ishaan ne usey wahi, us maut ke beech, apni taqat ka ehsaas karwaya. Wo dono aag ki lapton ke itne kareeb the ki unki skin jalne jaisi mehsoos ho rahi thi, par unka junoon us aag se bhi zyada tezz tha.
Ishaan ne Rhea ke hothon ko apne danton se daba liya. "Agar marna hi hai... toh main chahta hoon ki tumhari aakhri yaad sirf meri nafrat aur mera jism ho," usne Rhea ke kaan mein phusphusaya.
Rhea ne apni aankhein band kar li aur Ishaan mein poori tarah kho gayi. Us adult, raw, aur intense pal mein unhe bahar ki goliyon ki awaaz sunayi dena band ho gayi thi. Sirf unki dharakti hui dhadkanein aur jismon ka takrav bacha tha.
The Breakout
Jab ek bada lakdi ka beam unke bilkul paas gira, tab Ishaan ko hosh aaya. Usne Rhea ka hath pakda. "Ab chalo!"
Unhone piche ka darwaza toda aur baahar baarish mein nikal aaye. Baahar Samar ke do shooter khade the. Ishaan ne bina palke jhapkaye dono ke sar ke beechon-beech goli maar di. Uske chehre par ab koi maasoomiyat nahi thi, sirf ek thanda qatilana sukoon tha.
Rhea ne dekha ki Ishaan ne usey bachane ke liye apni jaan khatre mein daali thi. Wo janti thi ki chahe wo kitna bhi nafrat kar le, Ishaan usey kisi aur ke hathon marne nahi dega. Kyunki Ishaan usey 'own' karta tha.
Wo dono farmhouse se door bhage aur ek purani khadi gaadi mein baith gaye. Piche mud kar dekha toh farmhouse poori tarah raakh ho chuka tha.
"Samar ne apni sabse badi galti kar di," Ishaan ne steering wheel ko kas ke pakadte huye kaha. "Usne mujhe maarne ki koshish ki, wo theek tha. Par usne mujhe mere badle se door rakhne ki koshish ki... ab wo nahi bachega."
Rhea ne Ishaan ki taraf dekha. Usne dekha ki Ishaan ke kandhe par aag se ek zakham ban gaya tha. Usne dhire se us par apna hath rakha. "Main tumhari dhaal banungi, Ishaan. Chahe tum mujhe baad mein maar dena... par pehle hum Samar ka sar layenge."
Ishaan ne gaadi ki raftar badha di. Ab unka rasta seedha Samar ke base ki taraf tha. Lekin raste mein ek aisa raaz khulne wala tha jo Ishaan ko ye sochne par majboor kar dega ki kya uske maa-baap sach mein wahi the jo wo sochta tha?
Duniya ko lag raha tha 'The Cobra' kamzor ho gayi hai, par unhe ye nahi pata tha ki usne ab ek aise shaitaan ko janam de diy
a hai jo poore shehar ko jala kar raakh kar sakta tha.

 

[RAAZ]

Chapter 8
Refuge in Sin​

Mansion ke basement ki wo purani, geeli tunnel andheri thi aur wahan maut jaisi khamoshi thi, siwaye unki tezz saanson aur boots ki awaaz ke. Deewaron se pani tapakne ki awaaz goonj rahi thi. Rhea aage-aage bhaag rahi thi, uske haath mein ek torch thi jiske ujaale mein uska bheegha aur zakhami badan chamak raha tha. Ishaan uske piche tha, uske haath mein wahi pistol thi jo ab uski pehchaan ban chuki thi.
Uske dimaag mein ab bhi diary ke wo shabd thar-thara rahe the. Car accident. Orders. Rhea was there. Har baar jab uski nazar Rhea ki nangi peeth par padti, usey apne mata-pita ka wo khoon se sana chehra yaad aata. Par hairani ki baat ye thi ki is nafrat ke bawajood, wo usey chhod kar nahi ja pa raha tha. Rhea ka nasha uske khoon mein itna gehra utar chuka tha ki badla lene ke liye bhi usey Rhea ka hi saath chahiye tha.
"Bas... thoda aur door," Rhea ne haanfte huye kaha. Wo thak chuki thi, uska purana zakham phir se behne laga tha.
Tunnel ka rasta shehar ke baahar ek purane, sunsaan farmhouse mein khulta tha jise Rhea ne emergency ke liye rakha tha. Jaise hi wo baahar nikle, thandi hawa aur tezz baarish ne unka swagat kiya. Farmhouse chota tha, lakdi ka bana hua, aur charo taraf ghane pedon se ghira tha.
Rhea ne farmhouse ka darwaza khola aur andar dakhil hote hi zameen par gir gayi. Ishaan ne darwaza lock kiya aur mud kar usey dekha. Rhea ne chadar ab bhi lapeti hui thi, par wo bheegh kar uske badan se chipak gayi thi. Uski aankhein band thi aur wo dard se karah rahi thi.
Ishaan uske paas gaya aur uska collar pakad kar usey upar uthaya. "Yahan bhi tum mujhe lekar aayi ho... kya ye bhi tumhari kisi saazish ka hissa hai? Kya Samar ko tumne hi bulaya tha taaki mujhe khatam kar sako?"
Rhea ne apni aankhein kholi. Unmein aansu the, par wo maut se nahi darr rahi thi. Wo Ishaan ki nafrat se darr rahi thi. "Ishaan... agar mujhe tumhe maarna hota, toh main tumhe us library mein hi maut ke hawale kar deti. Maine... maine jo kiya, wo galat tha. Par mera pyaar jhootha nahi tha."
"Pyaar?" Ishaan ne kadwahat se kaha aur usey deewar se zor se sata diya. "Tumne mujhe apna ghulam banaya. Meri masoomiyat cheen li. Mujhse qatl karwaye. Aur ab tum kehti ho ye pyaar hai?"
Ishaan ne apna haath Rhea ki gardan par kas diya. Uske anguthe se Rhea ki saans nali dab rahi thi. Rhea ne koi virodh nahi kiya, usne sirf Ishaan ki aankhon mein dekha.
"Maaro mujhe," Rhea ne phusphusaya. "Agar mere marne se tumhara dard kam hota hai, toh mujhe maar do."
Ishaan ka gussa apni charam seema (peak) par tha. Usne dekha ki Rhea ka wo bheegha badan, wo naram hoth, aur uski aankhon ka wo junoon—wo nafrat karte huye bhi usey chah raha tha. Usne jhatke se apna haath hataya aur Rhea ki chadar khinch kar fenk di.
Rhea ab poori tarah nangi thi, baarish ke pani se uska badan chamak raha tha. Ishaan ne apni shirt utaari aur usey wahin lakdi ke farsh par patak diya.
"Main tumhe marne nahi dunga, Rhea. Kyunki maut sukoon deti hai, aur main chahti hoon ki tum har pal tadpo. Mere saath rehkar, meri nafrat ko mehsoos karke."
Ishaan ne Rhea ke hothon ko itni shiddat se kaata ki khoon nikal aaya aur unke muh mein lohe jaisa swaad ghul gaya. Ye kiss pehle jaisi nashiili nahi thi, ye zeherili thi. Ishaan ne Rhea ke hathon ko uske sar ke upar pin kar diya.
Rhea ne apni kamar ko Ishaan se ragda, uska badan aag ki tarah tap raha tha. "Haan, Ishaan... mujhe tadpao... mujhe bataye ki tum mujhse kitni nafrat karte ho!"
Us farmhouse mein, jahan bahar bijli kadak rahi thi, andar ek aisi ladaayi chal rahi thi jahan dono jism ek doosre ko tod dena chahte the. Ishaan ka har ek touch 'aggressive' aur 'dominating' tha. Usne Rhea ke jism ke saath wo sab kiya jo usne ab tak dabe huye gusse mein daba rakha tha. Rhea ki cheekhein farmhouse ki lakdi ki deewaron mein dab kar reh gayi.
Ishaan ne usey meiz (table) par jhukaya aur piche se usey apna banaya. Rhea ne apne danton se meiz ki lakdi ko daba liya taaki wo chilla na sake. Unki physical union aaj kisi animalistic instinct jaisi thi. Koi romance nahi, koi meethi baatein nahi—sirf raw, adult, aur intense passion. Rhea ko mehsoos ho raha tha ki Ishaan usey punish kar raha hai, par us punishment mein bhi usey ek ajeeb sa 'surrender' mehsoos ho raha tha.
Jab sab kuch shant hua, Ishaan wahi farsh par baith gaya, uska sar uske hathon mein tha. Rhea uske paas aayi aur apna bheegha badan uske kandhe se laga diya.
"Ishaan... Samar ke paas wo saboot hain jo mujhe aur meri family ko poori tarah barbad kar sakte hain. Lekin un sabooton mein tumhare pita ki wo secret file bhi hai jise wo dhund rahe the. Agar humein Samar ko harana hai, toh humein ek saath hona padega... chahe tum mujhse kitni hi nafrat kyun na karo."
Ishaan ne palat kar dekha. Uske chehre par ab ek thanda sannata tha. "Main tumhare saath hoon, Rhea. Par isliye nahi ki main tumse pyaar karta hoon. Balki isliye, kyunki Samar ne mere baap ka kaam adhura chhoda tha. Main wo file haasil karunga... aur uske baad main tumhe khud apne hathon se police ke hawale karunga ya qabar mein."
Rhea ne sirf muskura diya. Usne jaan liya tha ki Ishaan ab poori tarah badal chuka hai. Wo masoom ladka mar gaya tha, aur ab uske samne wahi shaitaan khada tha jise usne khud banaya tha.
Andheri raat mein, us chote se farmhouse mein, do qatil ek doosre ki baahon mein so rahe the—ek badle ki aag mein jal raha tha, aur dusri usi aag mein raakh hone ke liye taiyar thi.
Lekin Samar ki agli chaal unke hosh udane wali thi. Usne farmhouse ka address dhoond liya tha aur ab wo unhe zinda jalane ka plan bana raha tha.


Farmhouse ke andar ki thandak ab dhire-dhire ek ajeeb si ghutan mein badal rahi thi. Ishaan farsh par betha apni pistol saaf kar raha tha, uski aankhein bilkul thandi aur sapaat thi. Rhea bed par baithi thi, usne ek purani chadar khud par lapeti hui thi, par uski nazrein sirf Ishaan par tiki thi. Wo dekh rahi thi ki kaise wo masoom ungliyan ab ek qaatil ki tarah hathiyar chala rahi thi.
"Tum mujhse baat kyun nahi kar rahe?" Rhea ne dhime se pucha. Uski awaaz mein wo puraani khanak gayab thi, ab sirf ek dard bacha tha.
Ishaan ne pistol ka magazine lock kiya—clack—aur Rhea ki taraf dekha. "Baat karne ke liye bacha kya hai, Rhea? Mere maa-baap ki maut ka sauda? Ya wo jhooth jo tumne har roz mujhse bola jab hum is bed par ek saath hote the?"
Ishaan utha aur Rhea ke paas gaya. Usne uske baalon ko mutthi mein bhancha aur uska chehra upar uthaya. "Yaad rakhna, main yahan tumhari wajah se hoon, par tumhare liye nahi. Jis din Samar mara jayega, us din tumhara aur mera hisaab hoga."
Rhea ne uski aankhon mein dekha. Usmein nafrat itni gehri thi ki Rhea ka dil kaanp gaya. "Theek hai, Ishaan. Mujhe manzoor hai. Par pehle humein zinda bachna hoga."
The Inferno Begins
Achanak, farmhouse ki khidki se ek petrol bomb andar gira. Kaaanch! Sheesha tootne ki awaaz ke saath hi aag ki laptein tezi se pardo par chadhne lagi.
"Samar!" Rhea chillayi.
Bahar se goliyon ki barsaat shuru ho gayi. Farmhouse lakdi ka tha, isliye aag kisi jungli jaanwar ki tarah har taraf phail rahi thi. Dhuwan itna gehra tha ki saans lena mushkil ho gaya.
"Niche jhuko!" Ishaan ne Rhea ko dhakka diya aur khud khidki ke paas jaakar palat kar firing shuru kar di.
Samar ke shooters ne farmhouse ko gher liya tha. Wo unhe zinda jalana chahta tha. Ishaan ne dekha ki Rhea ki chadar mein aag lagne wali thi. Usne jhatke se usey khincha aur usey ek kone mein dhakka diya jahan abhi aag nahi pahunchi thi.
"Bahar nikalna hoga, Rhea! Varna yahi raakh ban jayenge!"
The Adrenaline Passion
Maut jab itne kareeb ho, toh insaan ke andar ki dabi hui har ek bhook bahar nikal aati hai. Rhea ne Ishaan ka hath pakda. Usey laga ki shayad ye unka aakhri pal hai. Usne Ishaan ko apni taraf khincha aur uske hothon par toot padi.
Ye kiss aisi thi jaise unki saansein aakhri ho. Har taraf se aag ki garmi aur unke jismo ki tapish milkar ek ho gayi thi. Ishaan ne Rhea ko wahi taptee hui deewar se sata diya. Uske badan par kapde nahi the, sirf dhuwan aur paseena chamak raha tha.
Ishaan ne Rhea ki kamar ko apni baahon mein bhara aur usey utha liya. Usne mehsoos kiya ki Rhea ka jism darr se nahi, balki ek ajeeb si 'high' se kaanp raha tha. Ishaan ne usey wahi, us maut ke beech, apni taqat ka ehsaas karwaya. Wo dono aag ki lapton ke itne kareeb the ki unki skin jalne jaisi mehsoos ho rahi thi, par unka junoon us aag se bhi zyada tezz tha.
Ishaan ne Rhea ke hothon ko apne danton se daba liya. "Agar marna hi hai... toh main chahta hoon ki tumhari aakhri yaad sirf meri nafrat aur mera jism ho," usne Rhea ke kaan mein phusphusaya.
Rhea ne apni aankhein band kar li aur Ishaan mein poori tarah kho gayi. Us adult, raw, aur intense pal mein unhe bahar ki goliyon ki awaaz sunayi dena band ho gayi thi. Sirf unki dharakti hui dhadkanein aur jismon ka takrav bacha tha.
The Breakout
Jab ek bada lakdi ka beam unke bilkul paas gira, tab Ishaan ko hosh aaya. Usne Rhea ka hath pakda. "Ab chalo!"
Unhone piche ka darwaza toda aur baahar baarish mein nikal aaye. Baahar Samar ke do shooter khade the. Ishaan ne bina palke jhapkaye dono ke sar ke beechon-beech goli maar di. Uske chehre par ab koi maasoomiyat nahi thi, sirf ek thanda qatilana sukoon tha.
Rhea ne dekha ki Ishaan ne usey bachane ke liye apni jaan khatre mein daali thi. Wo janti thi ki chahe wo kitna bhi nafrat kar le, Ishaan usey kisi aur ke hathon marne nahi dega. Kyunki Ishaan usey 'own' karta tha.
Wo dono farmhouse se door bhage aur ek purani khadi gaadi mein baith gaye. Piche mud kar dekha toh farmhouse poori tarah raakh ho chuka tha.
"Samar ne apni sabse badi galti kar di," Ishaan ne steering wheel ko kas ke pakadte huye kaha. "Usne mujhe maarne ki koshish ki, wo theek tha. Par usne mujhe mere badle se door rakhne ki koshish ki... ab wo nahi bachega."
Rhea ne Ishaan ki taraf dekha. Usne dekha ki Ishaan ke kandhe par aag se ek zakham ban gaya tha. Usne dhire se us par apna hath rakha. "Main tumhari dhaal banungi, Ishaan. Chahe tum mujhe baad mein maar dena... par pehle hum Samar ka sar layenge."
Ishaan ne gaadi ki raftar badha di. Ab unka rasta seedha Samar ke base ki taraf tha. Lekin raste mein ek aisa raaz khulne wala tha jo Ishaan ko ye sochne par majboor kar dega ki kya uske maa-baap sach mein wahi the jo wo sochta tha?
Duniya ko lag raha tha 'The Cobra' kamzor ho gayi hai, par unhe ye nahi pata tha ki usne ab ek aise shaitaan ko janam de diy
a hai jo poore shehar ko jala kar raakh kar sakta tha.

Bhayankar Update maza aa gaya pad ker. Kia hi khoob likh rahey ho bhai.

 

[Haiwaan]

Chapter 8
Refuge in Sin​

Mansion ke basement ki wo purani, geeli tunnel andheri thi aur wahan maut jaisi khamoshi thi, siwaye unki tezz saanson aur boots ki awaaz ke. Deewaron se pani tapakne ki awaaz goonj rahi thi. Rhea aage-aage bhaag rahi thi, uske haath mein ek torch thi jiske ujaale mein uska bheegha aur zakhami badan chamak raha tha. Ishaan uske piche tha, uske haath mein wahi pistol thi jo ab uski pehchaan ban chuki thi.
Uske dimaag mein ab bhi diary ke wo shabd thar-thara rahe the. Car accident. Orders. Rhea was there. Har baar jab uski nazar Rhea ki nangi peeth par padti, usey apne mata-pita ka wo khoon se sana chehra yaad aata. Par hairani ki baat ye thi ki is nafrat ke bawajood, wo usey chhod kar nahi ja pa raha tha. Rhea ka nasha uske khoon mein itna gehra utar chuka tha ki badla lene ke liye bhi usey Rhea ka hi saath chahiye tha.
"Bas... thoda aur door," Rhea ne haanfte huye kaha. Wo thak chuki thi, uska purana zakham phir se behne laga tha.
Tunnel ka rasta shehar ke baahar ek purane, sunsaan farmhouse mein khulta tha jise Rhea ne emergency ke liye rakha tha. Jaise hi wo baahar nikle, thandi hawa aur tezz baarish ne unka swagat kiya. Farmhouse chota tha, lakdi ka bana hua, aur charo taraf ghane pedon se ghira tha.
Rhea ne farmhouse ka darwaza khola aur andar dakhil hote hi zameen par gir gayi. Ishaan ne darwaza lock kiya aur mud kar usey dekha. Rhea ne chadar ab bhi lapeti hui thi, par wo bheegh kar uske badan se chipak gayi thi. Uski aankhein band thi aur wo dard se karah rahi thi.
Ishaan uske paas gaya aur uska collar pakad kar usey upar uthaya. "Yahan bhi tum mujhe lekar aayi ho... kya ye bhi tumhari kisi saazish ka hissa hai? Kya Samar ko tumne hi bulaya tha taaki mujhe khatam kar sako?"
Rhea ne apni aankhein kholi. Unmein aansu the, par wo maut se nahi darr rahi thi. Wo Ishaan ki nafrat se darr rahi thi. "Ishaan... agar mujhe tumhe maarna hota, toh main tumhe us library mein hi maut ke hawale kar deti. Maine... maine jo kiya, wo galat tha. Par mera pyaar jhootha nahi tha."
"Pyaar?" Ishaan ne kadwahat se kaha aur usey deewar se zor se sata diya. "Tumne mujhe apna ghulam banaya. Meri masoomiyat cheen li. Mujhse qatl karwaye. Aur ab tum kehti ho ye pyaar hai?"
Ishaan ne apna haath Rhea ki gardan par kas diya. Uske anguthe se Rhea ki saans nali dab rahi thi. Rhea ne koi virodh nahi kiya, usne sirf Ishaan ki aankhon mein dekha.
"Maaro mujhe," Rhea ne phusphusaya. "Agar mere marne se tumhara dard kam hota hai, toh mujhe maar do."
Ishaan ka gussa apni charam seema (peak) par tha. Usne dekha ki Rhea ka wo bheegha badan, wo naram hoth, aur uski aankhon ka wo junoon—wo nafrat karte huye bhi usey chah raha tha. Usne jhatke se apna haath hataya aur Rhea ki chadar khinch kar fenk di.
Rhea ab poori tarah nangi thi, baarish ke pani se uska badan chamak raha tha. Ishaan ne apni shirt utaari aur usey wahin lakdi ke farsh par patak diya.
"Main tumhe marne nahi dunga, Rhea. Kyunki maut sukoon deti hai, aur main chahti hoon ki tum har pal tadpo. Mere saath rehkar, meri nafrat ko mehsoos karke."
Ishaan ne Rhea ke hothon ko itni shiddat se kaata ki khoon nikal aaya aur unke muh mein lohe jaisa swaad ghul gaya. Ye kiss pehle jaisi nashiili nahi thi, ye zeherili thi. Ishaan ne Rhea ke hathon ko uske sar ke upar pin kar diya.
Rhea ne apni kamar ko Ishaan se ragda, uska badan aag ki tarah tap raha tha. "Haan, Ishaan... mujhe tadpao... mujhe bataye ki tum mujhse kitni nafrat karte ho!"
Us farmhouse mein, jahan bahar bijli kadak rahi thi, andar ek aisi ladaayi chal rahi thi jahan dono jism ek doosre ko tod dena chahte the. Ishaan ka har ek touch 'aggressive' aur 'dominating' tha. Usne Rhea ke jism ke saath wo sab kiya jo usne ab tak dabe huye gusse mein daba rakha tha. Rhea ki cheekhein farmhouse ki lakdi ki deewaron mein dab kar reh gayi.
Ishaan ne usey meiz (table) par jhukaya aur piche se usey apna banaya. Rhea ne apne danton se meiz ki lakdi ko daba liya taaki wo chilla na sake. Unki physical union aaj kisi animalistic instinct jaisi thi. Koi romance nahi, koi meethi baatein nahi—sirf raw, adult, aur intense passion. Rhea ko mehsoos ho raha tha ki Ishaan usey punish kar raha hai, par us punishment mein bhi usey ek ajeeb sa 'surrender' mehsoos ho raha tha.
Jab sab kuch shant hua, Ishaan wahi farsh par baith gaya, uska sar uske hathon mein tha. Rhea uske paas aayi aur apna bheegha badan uske kandhe se laga diya.
"Ishaan... Samar ke paas wo saboot hain jo mujhe aur meri family ko poori tarah barbad kar sakte hain. Lekin un sabooton mein tumhare pita ki wo secret file bhi hai jise wo dhund rahe the. Agar humein Samar ko harana hai, toh humein ek saath hona padega... chahe tum mujhse kitni hi nafrat kyun na karo."
Ishaan ne palat kar dekha. Uske chehre par ab ek thanda sannata tha. "Main tumhare saath hoon, Rhea. Par isliye nahi ki main tumse pyaar karta hoon. Balki isliye, kyunki Samar ne mere baap ka kaam adhura chhoda tha. Main wo file haasil karunga... aur uske baad main tumhe khud apne hathon se police ke hawale karunga ya qabar mein."
Rhea ne sirf muskura diya. Usne jaan liya tha ki Ishaan ab poori tarah badal chuka hai. Wo masoom ladka mar gaya tha, aur ab uske samne wahi shaitaan khada tha jise usne khud banaya tha.
Andheri raat mein, us chote se farmhouse mein, do qatil ek doosre ki baahon mein so rahe the—ek badle ki aag mein jal raha tha, aur dusri usi aag mein raakh hone ke liye taiyar thi.
Lekin Samar ki agli chaal unke hosh udane wali thi. Usne farmhouse ka address dhoond liya tha aur ab wo unhe zinda jalane ka plan bana raha tha.


Farmhouse ke andar ki thandak ab dhire-dhire ek ajeeb si ghutan mein badal rahi thi. Ishaan farsh par betha apni pistol saaf kar raha tha, uski aankhein bilkul thandi aur sapaat thi. Rhea bed par baithi thi, usne ek purani chadar khud par lapeti hui thi, par uski nazrein sirf Ishaan par tiki thi. Wo dekh rahi thi ki kaise wo masoom ungliyan ab ek qaatil ki tarah hathiyar chala rahi thi.
"Tum mujhse baat kyun nahi kar rahe?" Rhea ne dhime se pucha. Uski awaaz mein wo puraani khanak gayab thi, ab sirf ek dard bacha tha.
Ishaan ne pistol ka magazine lock kiya—clack—aur Rhea ki taraf dekha. "Baat karne ke liye bacha kya hai, Rhea? Mere maa-baap ki maut ka sauda? Ya wo jhooth jo tumne har roz mujhse bola jab hum is bed par ek saath hote the?"
Ishaan utha aur Rhea ke paas gaya. Usne uske baalon ko mutthi mein bhancha aur uska chehra upar uthaya. "Yaad rakhna, main yahan tumhari wajah se hoon, par tumhare liye nahi. Jis din Samar mara jayega, us din tumhara aur mera hisaab hoga."
Rhea ne uski aankhon mein dekha. Usmein nafrat itni gehri thi ki Rhea ka dil kaanp gaya. "Theek hai, Ishaan. Mujhe manzoor hai. Par pehle humein zinda bachna hoga."
The Inferno Begins
Achanak, farmhouse ki khidki se ek petrol bomb andar gira. Kaaanch! Sheesha tootne ki awaaz ke saath hi aag ki laptein tezi se pardo par chadhne lagi.
"Samar!" Rhea chillayi.
Bahar se goliyon ki barsaat shuru ho gayi. Farmhouse lakdi ka tha, isliye aag kisi jungli jaanwar ki tarah har taraf phail rahi thi. Dhuwan itna gehra tha ki saans lena mushkil ho gaya.
"Niche jhuko!" Ishaan ne Rhea ko dhakka diya aur khud khidki ke paas jaakar palat kar firing shuru kar di.
Samar ke shooters ne farmhouse ko gher liya tha. Wo unhe zinda jalana chahta tha. Ishaan ne dekha ki Rhea ki chadar mein aag lagne wali thi. Usne jhatke se usey khincha aur usey ek kone mein dhakka diya jahan abhi aag nahi pahunchi thi.
"Bahar nikalna hoga, Rhea! Varna yahi raakh ban jayenge!"
The Adrenaline Passion
Maut jab itne kareeb ho, toh insaan ke andar ki dabi hui har ek bhook bahar nikal aati hai. Rhea ne Ishaan ka hath pakda. Usey laga ki shayad ye unka aakhri pal hai. Usne Ishaan ko apni taraf khincha aur uske hothon par toot padi.
Ye kiss aisi thi jaise unki saansein aakhri ho. Har taraf se aag ki garmi aur unke jismo ki tapish milkar ek ho gayi thi. Ishaan ne Rhea ko wahi taptee hui deewar se sata diya. Uske badan par kapde nahi the, sirf dhuwan aur paseena chamak raha tha.
Ishaan ne Rhea ki kamar ko apni baahon mein bhara aur usey utha liya. Usne mehsoos kiya ki Rhea ka jism darr se nahi, balki ek ajeeb si 'high' se kaanp raha tha. Ishaan ne usey wahi, us maut ke beech, apni taqat ka ehsaas karwaya. Wo dono aag ki lapton ke itne kareeb the ki unki skin jalne jaisi mehsoos ho rahi thi, par unka junoon us aag se bhi zyada tezz tha.
Ishaan ne Rhea ke hothon ko apne danton se daba liya. "Agar marna hi hai... toh main chahta hoon ki tumhari aakhri yaad sirf meri nafrat aur mera jism ho," usne Rhea ke kaan mein phusphusaya.
Rhea ne apni aankhein band kar li aur Ishaan mein poori tarah kho gayi. Us adult, raw, aur intense pal mein unhe bahar ki goliyon ki awaaz sunayi dena band ho gayi thi. Sirf unki dharakti hui dhadkanein aur jismon ka takrav bacha tha.
The Breakout
Jab ek bada lakdi ka beam unke bilkul paas gira, tab Ishaan ko hosh aaya. Usne Rhea ka hath pakda. "Ab chalo!"
Unhone piche ka darwaza toda aur baahar baarish mein nikal aaye. Baahar Samar ke do shooter khade the. Ishaan ne bina palke jhapkaye dono ke sar ke beechon-beech goli maar di. Uske chehre par ab koi maasoomiyat nahi thi, sirf ek thanda qatilana sukoon tha.
Rhea ne dekha ki Ishaan ne usey bachane ke liye apni jaan khatre mein daali thi. Wo janti thi ki chahe wo kitna bhi nafrat kar le, Ishaan usey kisi aur ke hathon marne nahi dega. Kyunki Ishaan usey 'own' karta tha.
Wo dono farmhouse se door bhage aur ek purani khadi gaadi mein baith gaye. Piche mud kar dekha toh farmhouse poori tarah raakh ho chuka tha.
"Samar ne apni sabse badi galti kar di," Ishaan ne steering wheel ko kas ke pakadte huye kaha. "Usne mujhe maarne ki koshish ki, wo theek tha. Par usne mujhe mere badle se door rakhne ki koshish ki... ab wo nahi bachega."
Rhea ne Ishaan ki taraf dekha. Usne dekha ki Ishaan ke kandhe par aag se ek zakham ban gaya tha. Usne dhire se us par apna hath rakha. "Main tumhari dhaal banungi, Ishaan. Chahe tum mujhe baad mein maar dena... par pehle hum Samar ka sar layenge."
Ishaan ne gaadi ki raftar badha di. Ab unka rasta seedha Samar ke base ki taraf tha. Lekin raste mein ek aisa raaz khulne wala tha jo Ishaan ko ye sochne par majboor kar dega ki kya uske maa-baap sach mein wahi the jo wo sochta tha?
Duniya ko lag raha tha 'The Cobra' kamzor ho gayi hai, par unhe ye nahi pata tha ki usne ab ek aise shaitaan ko janam de diy
a hai jo poore shehar ko jala kar raakh kar sakta tha.

Fantastic update bro
Story har ek update ke sath aur interesting hoti jaa rahi hai

 

[dc jutt]

Nice update

 

[spritemathews]

Fantastic update bro

 

[krish1152]

nice update

 

[king1969]

Mast update

 

[Rex1]

Bhayankar Update maza aa gaya pad ker. Kia hi khoob likh rahey ho bhai.

Thanks bro