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Chapter 9
The Heat of Hate and the Bitter Truth
The Heat of Hate and the Bitter Truth
Gaadi ki raftar 120 ke paar thi. Baahar andhera itna gehra tha ki headlights ki roshni bhi usmein khoti hui lag rahi thi. Ishaan ke hath steering wheel par kase huye the, uski knuckles safed pad gayi thi. Uska poora badan dhuyein aur baarish ke pani se lathpath tha, par uski aankhon mein ek aisi aag thi jo farmhouse ki aag se bhi zyada bhayanak thi.
Rhea bagal wali seat par baithi thi, usne Ishaan ki ek bheeghi hui shirt lapeti hui thi. Wo baar-baar Ishaan ki taraf dekhti, par Ishaan ki nazrein sirf sadak par thi. Usne ek baar bhi Rhea ki taraf nahi dekha, jaise Rhea wahan ho hi na.
"Ishaan... humein kahin rukna hoga. Tumhara zakham gehra hai," Rhea ne dhime se kaha, uska hath Ishaan ke kandhe ki taraf badha.
"Mujhe mat chhuna!" Ishaan garja. Usne jhatke se gaadi ek purane, sunsaan motel ke samne roki. Motel ki neon light 'No Vacancy' par jhap-jhap kar rahi thi, par wo jagah bilkul khali lag rahi rahi thi.
Ishaan gaadi se utra aur Rhea ka hath kas ke pakad kar usey ek kamre ki taraf khinchne laga. Usne manager ko ek moti gaddi cash phenki aur bina kuch bole kamre ki chabi le li.
The Motel: Raw and Gritty
Kamra chota tha, deewaron par purani seelan thi aur ek akela bulb jal raha tha jo mahaul ko aur bhi zyada 'intense' bana raha tha. Ishaan ne darwaza zor se laat maar kar band kiya aur lock kar diya.
"Kapde utaaro," Ishaan ne thandi awaaz mein kaha.
Rhea thithak gayi. "Ishaan? Kya...?"
"Maine kaha kapde utaaro!" Ishaan uske paas gaya aur uska shirt ka collar pakad kar usey apni taraf khincha. "Tumne hi mujhe ye rasta dikhaya hai na? Ab jab main wahi ban gaya hoon jo tum chahti thi, toh darr kyun rahi ho? Mujhe apne maa-baap ke qatil ka badan dekhna hai."
Rhea ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye, par usne kuch nahi kaha. Usne dhire se wo shirt utaar di. Wo us madham roshni mein poori tarah nangi khadi thi, uske badan par aag ki raakh aur paseena chamak raha tha.
Ishaan ne usey bed par dhakka diya. Wo uske upar aa gaya, uske jism ka bhari wazan Rhea ko dabane laga. Ishaan ne Rhea ke hothon ko itni shiddat se kaata ki Rhea ke muh se ek dard-bhari siski nikli.
"Ye dard mehsoos ho raha hai?" Ishaan ne uske kaan mein phusphusaya, uski awaaz mein ek ajeeb sa nasha aur gussa tha. "Ye wahi dard hai jo mujhe har pal hota hai jab main tumhe dekhta hoon."
Ishaan ne Rhea ke hathon ko bed ke sarr-hane (headboard) se baandh diya—apni hi belt se. Rhea ne koi virodh nahi kiya. Wo jaanti thi ki Ishaan is waqt ek aisi aag mein hai jise sirf uska jism hi thanda kar sakta tha.
The Punishment of Passion
Ishaan ne Rhea ke jism ke saath wo sab kiya jo pehle kabhi nahi hua tha. Uska har ek touch dominant tha, har ek kiss aisi thi jaise wo Rhea ki skin nichod lena chahta ho. Usne Rhea ke ubhaaron (breasts) par apne danton se naye nishaan chhode, jo kal tak maasoom dikhne wali skin par 'claim' kar rahe the.
Rhea ka badan aag ki tarah tap raha tha. Usne apni kamar ko Ishaan se ragda, uski cheekhein us chote se kamre ki deewaron mein goonj rahi thi. "Ishaan... mujhe aur tadpao... main tumhari hoon... sirf tumhari!"
Unki physical union aaj kisi romance ka hissa nahi thi. Wo ek 'war' thi. Ishaan ne usey itni shiddat aur itne 'adult' tareeke se chhuna shuru kiya ki Rhea ki saansein ukhadne lagi. Wo dono ek doosre ke jism mein doob chuke the, jahan nafrat aur hawas (lust) ke beech ka parda poori tarah gir chuka tha. Ishaan ne usey bed ke kinare par jhukaya aur piche se usey apna banaya. Rhea ne apne sar ko takiye mein chhupa liya taaki uski awaz bahar na jaye, par uski siskiyan aur Ishaan ki bhari saansein poore kamre mein ek naya junoon paida kar rahi thi.
Jab sab kuch shant hua, Ishaan wahi nanga let gaya, uska seena tezi se upar-niche ho raha tha. Rhea ke hathon mein belt ke nishaan pad gaye the, par usne muskura kar Ishaan ki taraf dekha.
"Ab sukoon mila?" usne phusphusaya.
Ishaan ne koi jawab nahi diya. Usne bas ek cigarette jalayi aur dhuwan chhodne laga.
The New Revelation
Achanak, motel ke purane phone ki ghanti baji. Ishaan ne phone uthaya. Doosri taraf Samar ki awaaz thi—thandi aur darindagi se bhari hui.
"Mubarak ho Ishaan... tum toh bilkul Rhea ke rang mein dhal gaye ho. Par kya tum jaante ho ki tumhare pita, jise tum ek 'masoom journalist' samajhte ho, wo asal mein kaun the?"
Ishaan ke hath jam gaye. "Kya bakwaas kar rahe ho?"
Samar hasne laga. "Journalism toh sirf ek parda tha. Tumhare pita Rhea ke baap ke sabse bade 'Money Launderer' the. Wo uski har ek kaali kamayi ko safed karte the. Rhea ke baap ne unhe isliye nahi maara kyunki wo sach dikha rahe the... balki isliye maara kyunki tumhare pita ne Rhea ke baap ka 500 crore rupaye chura kar kahin chhupa diya tha. Aur Rhea... Rhea ye sab jaanti hai."
Ishaan ne phone patak diya. Usne Rhea ki taraf dekha, uski aankhon mein ab maut ka sannata tha.
"Rhea... kya mere baap bhi tumhare jaisa hi gunahgaar tha?"
Rhea ki khamoshi ne sab kuch bayan kar diya. Uski aankhon mein chhupa wo raaz ab poori tarah khul chuka tha. Ishaan ko ehsaas hua ki uski poori zindagi ek jhooth thi. Uska dushman, uska pyaar, aur uske mata-pita... sab ek hi gande khel ka hissa the.
Ishaan utha aur apni pistol uthayi. "Ab ye khel khatam hoga, Rhea. Samar, tum aur mere baap ka wo 500 crore... main sabko raakh kar dunga. Par pehle... mujhe Samar ka sar chahiye."
Rhea ne dekha ki Ishaan ab poori tarah se 'The King' ban chuka hai. Wo masoom ladka ab mar chuka tha, aur uski jagah ek aisa shaitaan le chuka tha jise ab Rhea bhi control nahi kar sakti thi.
Motel ke us chote se kamre mein ab oxygen kam aur nafrat zyada mehsoos ho rahi thi. Samar ka wo phone call Ishaan ke liye aakhri tinka tha jisne uski bachi-kuchi insaniyat ko jala kar raakh kar diya tha. Wo ladka jo kabhi library ki shanti mein sukoon dhoondta tha, aaj uski aankhon mein wahi darindagi thi jo Rhea ke dushmano mein hoti thi.
Ishaan ne apna tuxedo shirt pehna, par button nahi band kiye. Uske seene par Rhea ke nakhunon ke nishaan aur farmhouse ki aag se jali hui skin saaf dikh rahi thi. Usne aaine mein dekha aur ek thandi hansi hasi.
Rhea bed par baithi hui thi, chadar ko apne seene se liptaaye huye. Uska chehra bheegha hua tha, par uski nazrein Ishaan se nahi hat rahi thi.
"Tumhe sab pata tha, haina Rhea?" Ishaan ne bina mudey pucha. Uski awaaz itni thandi thi ki Rhea ki reedh ki haddi (spine) mein thandak daud gayi. "Ki mere baap ek chor the. Ki wo tumhare baap ke gande paise ko safed karte the. Tumne mujhe ye kyun nahi bataya jab hum us pehli raat ek doosre ke kareeb aaye the?"
Rhea uthi aur larkhadate huye uske paas gayi. Usne Ishaan ke kandhe par hath rakha. "Ishaan... main darrti thi. Main jaanti thi ki jis din tumhe ye sach pata chalega, tum mujhse aur khud se nafrat karne lagoge. Main tumhe khona nahi chahti thi."
Ishaan ne jhatke se uska hath hataya aur usey deewar se sata diya. Usne Rhea ka gala apne ek hath se kas liya—itna nahi ki wo mar jaye, par itna ki usey saans lene mein takleef ho.
"Khona nahi chahti thi ya tumhara 'guilt' tumhe kha raha tha?" Ishaan ne uske chehre ke bilkul paas aakar kaha. "Ab samajh aaya... tumne mujhe 'King' banaya taaki main tumhare gunahon ka bojh utha saku. Par ab dekho, Rhea... main tumhare baap se bhi bada shaitaan ban gaya hoon."
The Dark Surrender
Ishaan ne dekha ki Rhea ki aankhon mein maut ka darr nahi, balki ek ajeeb si 'arousal' thi. Usey Ishaan ka ye naya, darinda roop pasand aa raha tha. Ishaan ne uska nightgown upar se niche tak faad diya.
"Tumhe yahi chahiye na? Ek aisa mard jo tumhe niche jhuka sake?" Ishaan ne garajte huye kaha.
Usne Rhea ko wahi deewar par utha liya. Rhea ne apne pair Ishaan ki kamar ke gird kas liye. Aaj ka romance pehle se bhi zyada raw, adult aur animalistic tha. Ishaan ne koi narmai nahi dikhayi. Usne Rhea ke hothon ko apne danton se daba liya jab tak ki khoon nahi nikal aaya.
Rhea ki siskiyan us kamre ki khamoshi ko cheer rahi thi. Ishaan ne usey itni shiddat se chhuna shuru kiya jaise wo uske jism se wo saare raaz nichod lena chahta ho jo usne ab tak chhupaye the. Har ek dhakka, har ek adult moment unke beech ki nafrat aur ek nashiile junoon ka saboot tha. Rhea ne apna sar piche deewar par tika diya, uski aankhein band thi aur wo sirf Ishaan ke naam ki mala jap rahi thi.
"Ishaan... mujhe barbad kar do... main sirf tumhari hoon!" Rhea ne haanfte huye kaha.
Ishaan ne usey bed par patka aur is baar usne koi raham nahi dikhaya. Wo uske upar ek shikaari ki tarah toot pada. Us raat, unka jism ek doosre se nahi, balki unki roohein ek naye gunah mein lipti hui thi. Ishaan ne Rhea ke har us hisse ko 'claim' kiya jise Rhea ne ab tak duniya se chhupakar rakha tha. Jab unki physical union apne peak par pahunchi, toh Ishaan ne Rhea ke kaan mein dhire se kaha, "Aaj ke baad... tumhari har saans meri ijazat se aayegi."
The Final Plan
Subah hone se pehle, Ishaan taiyar tha. Usne apni pistols check ki aur ek nayi leather jacket pehan li. Rhea wahi bed par leti hui thi, uska badan thak chuka tha par uski aankhon mein Ishaan ke liye ek naya samman (respect) tha.
"Samar ka base shehar ke purane port par hai," Rhea ne uthte huye kaha. "Uske paas wo 500 crore ka raaz hai. Agar hum wahan gaye, toh wapsi ka rasta nahi hoga."
Ishaan ne mud kar dekha. Uske chehre par ek sapaat muskurahat thi. "Humein wapas aana hi kab hai, Rhea? Hum toh maut ka jashn manane ja rahe hain."
Ishaan ne ek map nikaala. "Hum do raste se hamla karenge. Tum samne se jaogi as a distraction. Main piche se Samar ke cabin mein dakhil hounga. Mujhe wo 500 crore nahi chahiye... mujhe wo file chahiye jismein mere baap ka asli chehra chhupa hai. Aur uske baad... Samar ki maut."
Rhea ne Ishaan ka hath pakda. "Aur mere baap ka kya? Kya tum mujhe bhi maar doge?"
Ishaan ne Rhea ke hothon par ek aakhri, thandi kiss ki. "Wo waqt batayega, Rhea. Filhal... apne weapons uthao. Delhi ki 'Queen' ko batana hai ki uska 'King' ab taiyar hai."
The Approach
Port par sannata tha, par hawa mein barood ki mehak pehle se hi thi. Samar ke aadmi charo taraf automatic rifles lekar ghum rahe the. Ishaan ne dekha ki kaise Rhea ne ek naye junoon ke saath apni position li.
Ishaan dhire se piche ke raste se container ke peeche chhupte huye badhne laga. Uska har ek step bilkul napa-tula tha. Usne dekha ki ek guard uski taraf aa raha hai. Ishaan ne jhatke se uska gala pakda aur bina awaaz kiye uski gardan tod di. Usne guard ki body ko side mein kiya aur agle container ki taraf badh gaya.
"Samar... tumne ek masoom ko shaitaan banakar apni maut ko bulava de diya hai," Ishaan ne dhire se kaha.
Tabhi ek zor-daar dhamaka hua. Rhea ne samne se hamla shuru kar diya tha. Goliyon ki goonj ne port ki shanti ko cheer diya. Ishaan ne mauka dekha aur Samar ke main office ki taraf dauda.
Uska maqsad saaf tha: Sachai, Paisa aur Khoon.
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