Romance Zidd: His Lady Don (Weekly)
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CHAPTER 10
Port par hawa bhari thi. Samundar ki namkeen mehak aur barood ka dhuan milkar ek aisi maut wali khushbu bana rahe the jo sirf jung ke maidan mein milti hai. Ishaan ek bade lohe ke container ke piche chhupa hua tha. Uska chehra ab kisi patthar ki tarah sapaat tha. Usne apni pistol ki magazine check ki—full. Uske dil mein ab dhadkan nahi, balki ek thanda sannata tha.
Door se Rhea ki firing ki awaaz aa rahi thi. Wo ek sherni ki tarah Samar ke aadmiyon par toot padi thi. Dhamake ho rahe the, aur poora port aag ki lapton mein ghira hua tha. Rhea ne apna kaam kar diya tha—saara dhyan us par tha, aur Ishaan ab ek saaye (shadow) ki tarah Samar ke main office ki taraf badh raha tha.
The Infiltration: The Predator's Path
Ishaan ne dekha ki do guards office ke darwaze par khade the. Wo dauda nahi, wo ranga (crawled) nahi, wo bas thandi chaal se unki taraf badha. Ek guard ne usey dekha aur pistol nikaali, par Ishaan ki raftar kisi bijli jaisi thi. Usne guard ka hath pakad kar mod diya aur wahi pistol uske gale par rakh kar trigger daba diya. Phut. Doosre guard ko samajh aata, usse pehle Ishaan ne apni knife uske seene mein utaar di.
Usne apne kapdon par lage khoon ko dekha aur sirf ek gehri saans li. "Shuruat ho chuki hai," usne khud se kaha.
Usne office ka darwaza dhire se khola. Andar AC ki thandak thi aur halki jazz music baj rahi thi—Samar ka swaad hamesha se hi 'classy' tha, chahe wo kitna bhi bada darinda kyun na ho. Samar ek badi leather chair par baitha tha, uske hath mein ek glass whiskey thi aur samne wahi diary aur kuch purane documents rakhe the.
"Aa jao, Ishaan. Main tumhara hi intezar kar raha tha," Samar ne bina mude kaha.
Ishaan uske samne jakar khada ho gaya. Pistol seedha Samar ke sar par. "File kahan hai? Aur wo 500 crore?"
Samar hasne laga. Wo hasi bahut ghatiya aur chubhne wali thi. "Paisa? Ishaan, tumne ab tak Rhea ko nahi pehchana? Wo 500 crore kahin gaye hi nahi the. Wo hamesha se Rhea ke paas the. Tumhare baap ne wo paisa Rhea ke naam par ek secret trust mein rakha tha taaki tumhari padhayi aur tumhara future safe rahe. Par Rhea ke baap ne unhe maar diya taaki wo paisa pehle mil jaye. Aur Rhea... Rhea ne wo paisa das saal se chupa kar rakha hai. Usne tumhe library se isliye nahi uthaya kyunki wo tumse pyaar karti hai... usne tumhe isliye uthaya kyunki tumhare fingerprint aur tumhari rooh us trust ko unlock karne ki chabi hai."
Ishaan ka dimaag sunn ho gaya. Dhoka. Har taraf se sirf dhoka. Rhea ne usey istemal kiya? Uska pyaar sirf ek 'access key' tha?
The Climax of Rage
"Jhooth bol rahe ho tum!" Ishaan chillaya aur pistol ka nishana Samar ki aankh ke paas le gaya.
"Sach kadwa hota hai, bete. Rhea ne tumhe shaitaan banaya taaki tum uske liye lad sako. Wo khud gande kaam nahi karna chahti thi, isliye usne ek masoom ko apni dhaal bana liya," Samar ne aag mein tel daala.
Tabhi darwaza dhakke se khula. Rhea wahan khadi thi, uska gown phat chuka tha, kandhe se khoon beh raha tha aur hath mein do empty pistols thi. Usne Samar ki baatein sun li thi.
"Ishaan... meri baat suno..." Rhea ki awaaz mein pehli baar asli khauff dikha.
"Kya ye sach hai, Rhea?" Ishaan ne mud kar dekha. Uski aankhon mein ab maut ka nasha tha. "Kya main sirf ek chabi hoon us paise tak pahunchne ki?"
Rhea ne sir jhuka liya. "Pehle... pehle shayad wahi wajah thi. Par Ishaan, mujhe nahi pata tha ki main tumse itni mohabbat kar baithungi ki main wo paisa bhool jaungi! Maine tumhe bachane ke liye sab kuch kiya!"
Ishaan ne ek thandi hansi hasi. Usne pistol Samar ki taraf ghumayi aur bina soche trigger daba diya. Dhayn! Samar ka bheja deewar par bikharr gaya.
Ishaan ne wo file uthayi aur usey aag ke hawale kar diya jo kone mein ek heater se nikal rahi thi. "Mujhe na paisa chahiye, na sach. Mujhe sirf tum chahiye... tadapne ke liye."
The Raw and Intense Union (Adult Scene)
Ishaan ne Rhea ka hath pakda aur usey wahi Samar ki lash ke samne deewar se sata diya. Port par abhi bhi dhamake ho rahe the, par is office ke andar sirf unka junoon bacha tha.
Ishaan ne Rhea ke hothon ko itni shiddat se kaata ki Rhea ke muh se ek mardana cheekh nikli. Usne Rhea ke phate huye gown ko poori tarah noch kar phenk diya. Rhea nangi thi, uske badan par barood ka dhuwan aur paseena chamak raha tha. Ishaan ne usey wahi table par jhukaya—usi table par jahan Samar ka khoon phaila hua tha.
"Ishaan... mujhe maar do... par mujhe aise mat dekho!" Rhea ro rahi thi aur haanf rahi thi.
"Maarna bahut aasaan hai, Rhea. Main tumhe har pal marna chahta hoon," Ishaan ne kaha aur usey itni raw aur aggressive tareeke se apna banaya ki Rhea ki saansein atak gayi.
Us raat, wo romance nahi tha. Wo ek 'vicious cycle of pain and pleasure' thi. Ishaan ne Rhea ke jism ke saath wo sab kiya jo ek shaitaan karta hai. Usne Rhea ki gardan aur peeth par apne danton ke nishaan chhode. Rhea ka badan aag ki tarah tap raha tha. Usne mehsoos kiya ki Ishaan usey punish kar raha hai, par uski har ek touch mein ek aisi bhook thi jo Rhea ko pagal kar rahi thi.
Ishaan ne usey ghumakar apni taraf kiya aur uski aankhon mein dekha. "Tum meri ho. Sirf meri. Ab na koi paisa hai, na koi raaz. Sirf hum hain... aur ye jahannum."
Rhea ne Ishaan ko kas ke pakad liya, usne apne pair Ishaan ki kamar ke gird kas liye. Unka jism jab ek doosre se takraya, toh bahar ke saare shor khatam ho gaye. Rhea ne apni aankhein band ki aur Ishaan ke is naye, darinde avatar ko qabool kar liya. Wo jaanti thi ki usne ek shaitaan ko janam diya hai, aur ab usey usi shaitaan ki baahon mein raakh hona hai.
The Aftermath
Jab sab kuch shant hua, port par sirf dhuan bacha tha. Ishaan ne Rhea ko apni baahon mein uthaya. Wo dono nange the, khoon aur paseene mein sane huye. Ishaan ne office se bahar kadam rakha.
Guards jo bach gaye the, wo Ishaan ko dekh kar darr se piche hat gaye. Unhe samajh aa gaya tha ki Rhea Singh ki jagah ab is ladke ne le li hai.
"Mansion chalo," Ishaan ne thandi awaaz mein kaha.
Rhea ne uske seene par apna sir rakha. Usne sab kuch kho diya tha—apna raaz, apni power, aur apna sukoon. Par usne ek aisa mard pa liya tha jo usey tabah bhi kar sakta tha aur bacha bhi.
Agla chapter hamara aakhri chapter hoga—The Final Union. Jahan Ishaan aur Rhea ki ye dastan apne anjaam tak pahuchegi.
Port ka wo khooni manzar ab piche chhoot chuka tha. Kaali SUV tezi se mansion ke bade iron gates ke andar dakhil hui. Barsaat thami nahi thi, balki aur tezz ho gayi thi, jaise kudrat bhi is nayi shuruat ka jashn mana rahi ho. Jab gaadi ruki, toh saare guards line mein khade ho gaye. Unki nazrein ab Rhea par nahi, balki Ishaan par thi.
Ishaan gaadi se utra. Uske chehre par ab wo purana darr ya maasoomiyat ka ek katra bhi nahi bacha tha. Usne Rhea ka hath pakda aur usey gaadi se bahar nikaala. Rhea thaki hui thi, zakhami thi, par uski aankhon mein Ishaan ke liye ek aisi pyaas thi jo maut se bhi badi thi.
Ishaan ne usey apni baahon mein uthaya aur mansion ki seedhiyon ki taraf badha. Guards jhuk gaye—ye kisi 'Queen' ka swagat nahi tha, ye unke naye 'King' ka pehla kadam tha.
The King's Chambers
Bedroom mein dakhil hote hi Ishaan ne darwaza zor se laat maar kar band kiya aur usey lock kar diya. Kamre mein wahi purani khushbu thi—mehenga oud aur barood ka nasha. Ishaan ne Rhea ko bed par chhod diya aur khud khidki ke paas jakar khada ho gaya.
"Aaj se... ye mansion, ye power, ye log... sab mere hain," Ishaan ne thandi awaaz mein kaha. "Aur tum bhi."
Rhea bed par baithi thi, usne chadar lapeti hui thi, par wo dhire-dhire uthi aur Ishaan ke piche aakar khadi ho gayi. Usne apni bheeghi hui shirt utaar di aur Ishaan ki nangi peeth par apna chehra tika diya.
"Main hamesha se tumhari hi thi, Ishaan," Rhea ne phusphusate huye kaha. "Maine shaitaan banaya tha, par main khud us shaitaan ki ghulam ban gayi."
Ishaan jhatke se palta. Usne Rhea ki gardan pakad kar usey deewar se sata diya. Uski pakad sakht thi, par Rhea ko us dard mein sukoon mil raha tha.
"Mujhe tumhari ye baatein nahi sunni, Rhea. Tumne mujhe dhoka diya, mujhe istemal kiya. Us 500 crore ke liye tumne mujhe apni baahon mein liya... ab main dikhaunga ki asali 'claim' kya hota hai."
The Final Union: Extreme Passion (Adult Scene)
Ishaan ne Rhea ko utha kar bed par phenka. Usne apne kapde ek-ek karke nikaal diye. Uska badan ab kase huye muscles aur zakhmon ka ek mishran tha. Rhea usey dekh kar haanfne lagi. Usne kabhi nahi socha tha ki wo masoom library wala ladka ek din usey is tarah niche jhukayega.
Ishaan ne Rhea ke dono hathon ko bed ke headboard se baandh diya—is baar usne silk ka ek rassa istemal kiya. Rhea ne apni aankhein band ki aur ek gehri siski li.
"Ishaan... mujhe poori tarah apna bana lo... mujhe mita do!"
Ishaan ne Rhea ke hothon ko itni shiddat se chhuna shuru kiya ki mahaul mein aag lag gayi. Usne Rhea ke jism ke har ek hisse ko itni 'raw' aur 'aggressive' tareeke se mehsoos kiya jaise wo uske jism par apna permanent nishan chhodna chahta ho.
Usne Rhea ki jaanghon (thighs) aur uske pet par apne danton ke nishaan chhode. Rhea ka gora badan ab Ishaan ki nafrat aur pyaar ke laal nishano se bhar chuka tha. Ishaan ne usey ghumaya aur uski peeth par apna chehra rakha.
"Ye badan mera hai. Ye saansein meri hain. Aur tumhara har ek gunah... ab mera hai," Ishaan ne garjte huye kaha.
Unki physical union aaj saari hadein paar kar chuki thi. Ishaan ne Rhea ko itni intense aur deep tareeke se apna banaya ki Rhea ki cheekhein mansion ki deewaron ko cheerne lagi. Har ek dhakka, har ek adult moment unke darmiyan ki wo purani deewar ko raakh kar raha tha. Rhea ne mehsoos kiya ki Ishaan usey 'possess' kar raha hai, wo usey nichod raha hai, par uski har ek touch mein ek aisa nasha tha jo Rhea ko baar-baar marne par majboor kar raha tha.
Ishaan ne Rhea ke hothon ko apne danton mein daba liya jab unka junoon apne climax par pahuncha. Wo dono ek doosre mein is tarah ghul gaye jaise do zeherile saamp ek doosre se lipte hon. Poora kamra unki haanfti hui saanson aur jismon ki tapish se bhar gaya tha.
The New Dawn
Jab sab kuch shant hua, bahar suraj nikalne wala tha. Ishaan Rhea ki baahon mein leta hua tha, uska sir Rhea ke seene par tha. Rhea ne dhire se Ishaan ke baal sehlaya.
"Ab hum kahan jayenge?" Rhea ne pucha.
Ishaan utha aur aaine mein dekha. Usne apni pistol uthayi aur usey table par rakha. "Humein kahin nahi jana, Rhea. Delhi humara intezar kar rahi hai. Samar mara gaya, Khanna mara gaya... ab sirf hum hain."
Ishaan ne Rhea ka hath pakda aur usey khada kiya. Usne Rhea ki aankhon mein dekha—wahan ab koi darr nahi tha, sirf apne 'King' ke liye samarpan (surrender) tha.
"Main tumhara Sartaaj hoon, aur tum meri Malkin. Hum milkar is shehar ko chalayenge. Par yaad rakhna, Rhea... agar kabhi phir se dhoka dene ki koshish ki, toh yehi bed tumhari qabar banega."
Rhea muskuraayi aur Ishaan ko kas ke gale laga liya. "Mujhe manzoor hai, mere Shaitaan."
Dono balcony mein khade huye. Suraj ki pehli kiran jab unke nange jismon par padi, toh poora shehar unke niche tha. Ek masoom ladka aur ek khatarnak gangster ki ye dastan ab ek naye imtihaan ki taraf badh rahi thi.
Wo dono ab sirf premi nahi the... wo Delhi ke naye 'Underworld Gods' the.
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