Arjun FF : T1 : Enigma Revised (Ch 8 - pg 76) *new* - Page 42

"Hello K... yeah.. Shree here... K listen... these are the information that I got... Sik ka DNA toh untraceable aa raha hai... that is ki iska record kahi hai hi nahi ki yeh kiska DNA hai... and the other fingerprints is of a Russian girl Ingrov Djockiv... uski history kya hai that I would send it to you.. but I need time... but surprising thing is that jo fingerprints Arjun sir ke kamre se mila hai it's Sakshi Verma... that is really strange, aur uska koi picture ya details nahi hai except for the fact that she is a dancer and teaches KG children... par haan... uski routine likha hai that Sakshi is in school from 8 am to 3 pm aur phir at the bars or clubs from 10 pm to 3 am..." Shree told but didn't find any answer from that end...

"K... K... you told me to call you here right?" Shree asked but the the line got cut...

"Hey bhogobaan!" Shree muttered when he received a message

"Good Work Shree... - K" it read...

Shree smirked a little... "hmm... not bad... yeh K ka style hi bada acha hai... Arjun sir ki luck hi acha nikla... saare sab log itne phadu hai... though I really don't get one thing... shob kichu (sab kuch) jalebi'r moton kano (jalebi ki tarha kyun hai?)" Shree scratched his head...

Shree adjusted a pencil at the back of his ear...

He took out a rough paper and stuck the pictures to create a map of the events that went by...

After a few minutes he looked at his own handiwork and scratched his head...

"Hmm... toh sabka iraada ek hi hai... Sikandar ko tapkane..." Shree muttered...

He paced to and fro the basement...

"Arjun sir iske peeche kyunki Sikandar ne Roshni ma'am ka qatl kiya..." Shree mused...

"Sakshi iske peeche... wait... according to what Arjun sir told me... Sakshi toh poore drug mafia ke peeche hai kyunki uski bhai, Samrat sir died due to the ex head of Drug World... toh woh iss duniya ko khatam karna chahti hai... so that's why she's behind Sikandar... and over that he was responsible for her dad being in coma and for her bhabi being dead... " Shree tapped his forehead...

"Sameer sir Sikandar ke peeche kyunki woh Roshni ma'am aur Arjun sir ki almost blood brother hai... reasonable enough..." Shree thought...

"KV... as in K and V according to Arjun sir... yeh dono Sikandar ke peeche kyun? Jitne bhi log mile mujhe NDA main aur aaj kal jo bhi jahan bhi kaam kar rahe hai... aadhe toh uss academy ke nahi hai... aur baaki ke toh umar hi nahi milte... they are almost the same age as Sakshi... toh phir... itne skilled kaise? Aur agar yeh dono Arjun aur Sameer sir ke juniors the... then how come is Sameer sir working under them..." Shree scratched his head...

"Wait... KV ka network saare undercover agents ke saath hai... in fact uss din toh Arjun sir ne kaha that he met Rehmaan... jo ek police ke khabri hai... that means KV are not only tracking the undercover agents but also those who try to reach to Sikandar... aur phir un logo ko apne group main shamil kar lete hai... that's how perhaps Sameer sir got involved..." Shree thought...

"Toh Arjun sir ko involve kyun nahi kiya? Oh yeah.. koi chota hint milta toh immediately usi pe SIkandar ko maarne ko koshish karte... and obviously Sikandar bhaag jaata..."

"But then... itne young hoke itne trained? Aur sir ne kaha that they are deeply connected with Sakshi... agar mera andaaza sahi ho toh they are just not a samaritan duo... but rather they also have a personal motive against Sikandar... kya woh bhi Samrat sir ke maut ka badla lena chahte hain? Ho sakta hai... matlab... wait... exactly... if they are trained by Samrat sir himself... inke training toh obviously humare sirs se behtar honge... matlab they are someone very close to Sakshi... childhood buddies? Neighbors? Relatives... haan... issi me se koi hoga..." Shree pondered...

"Hmm... waise bhi un dono se ek jo computer whiz hai... definitely woh India ka banda nahi ho sakta... at least training toh nahi ho sakta... in that case... it means... America se hi ho sakti hai... cause over there sabse advanced technologies hai... and usage of that particular firewall... hmm..." Shree thought...

"Isme se toh sabke motives saamne aa gaye... ki woh sab Sikandar ke peeche kyun hai... par Sikandar Arjun sir ke peeche kyun hai... kuch personal toh hua hoga... right... in that sense... this person must be knowing Arjun sir... let me check ki kitne cases main sir ne handle kiya hoga where the person didn't get justice..." Shree contemplated...

"Cause I have seen that sometimes Sikandar has had greater losses par itna personal damage kisika nahi hua... in that sense... it means... ki it is something very personal..." Shree pondered...

He opened his laptop and got to work... when he got a call from Sameer... "Haan sir... haa woh ladki... Ingrov hai... wha.. what? Are you sure sir... theek hai will send the message to KV..." Shree cut the call...

Kapoor's POV...

It's great that Sakshi changed her surname to Verma... finally Verma would be thrilled of having public recognition... haha... my smile faltered a bit as I entered an old warehouse... the steel roofs had little bit of rust formed on it... few of the yellow bulbs were flickering... covered in dust...

I watched Sameer move through an empty room... cursing and throwing his hands up in the air... he threw off the mask...

"AYESHA..." he yelled and I looked on shocked... wow... someone can get so hurt... and wow... he recognized Ayesha...

"Kyun kiya aisa... kyun dhoka diya... kya pyaar nahi tha tumhe mujhse... ab kyun zinda ho tum.. haan.. kyun?" He screamed and banged the table hard... for blood to spurt out of his hands...

I winced at the scene and was surprised to find my eyes moist... I had sent him the message of Ayesha being a traitor... had I told that she was a double agent... just like most of us... then Sameer would have gloated in her goodness... and cried at her loss even further... thus it was best that Sameer knew the half truth... they say that a hungry bruised lion works harder than a healthy one...

Had I told that Ayesha is alive... he would have tried to find Ayesha than working towards Sikandar... sometimes a little bit of a lie... helps... at least as far as killing Sikandar is concerned...

I gulp a lump down my throat to see a defeated Sameer toying with his gun... it reminds me of the fact that I gave up on my lover for the nation... I don't have time for commitments... kya kare... desh pehle aata hai... aur pyaar... woh baad main...

However... pyaar main parne ki samay main thoda na pata tha ki itna zor se ho jayega...

I shove my hands in my pockets... and sighed... the tears trickled off my eyes... I never let emotions take over me... though I wasn't used to getting detached like Verma though...

As Sameer sat frustratedly on the dusty concrete floor... his eyes shifting towards the single window pane... even though it had slight moss growing in it... he sighed... letting his hands rub against the silver gun... though I could be sure of the fact that in spite of such a tremulous mind he would have concocted a plan to destroy the devil...

I, unknown to him, relaxed on the rickety door and settled myself on the dusty concrete floor... I played with the little chips of wood as the thunder of fireworks took my notice... it was Deepavali night...

I closed my eyes a little... to remember the sweet moments... and sent up a quick prayer up... even though Verma stopped believing in God... I didn't...

Lights... I gulped and played with the ring around my finger... I had some commitments to keep... which I would... once this gets over... I would go back to my beloved...

But for now... every hour seemed like a year... I... no... we needed to avenge what we lost...

Sikandar had tugged Ingrov with him... he needed to forget everything... he needed to forget that Arjun existed... he needed to forget every single thing... he would have his way very soon...

Sikandar shook his hand off the handle... it pricked his skin lightly...

Ingrov sat on the bed... her fingers clasping and unclasping... watching him throw himself in the pool...

He shrugged off and walked towards her... she stood up... fumbling with the green gown... he walked towards her till her back touched the wall... he grabbed her hand...

"Aah..." Ingrov voiced out... when his wet hands touched her... yet the only expression on his face was anguish...

"Why are you so sad..." she voiced... her left her and gulped whiskey down a bottle... she sighed and touched his shoulder...

"Why are you destroying yourself?" Ingrov asked...

"Nothing..." his raspy voice answered... though his eyes were unfocused she noticed the flitting emotions...

"Who is it behind you... I can't see you destroying yourself every minute..." she asked... and led out a sigh...

Sikandar took a deep breath and looked at the woman in front... he caught her arm gently to say something when something hit him...

"It... wait... why are you asking these questions?" Sikandar snapped at her...

These were fabricated questions indeed... especially when he saw her face fade a little bit... oh... so she was a...

"Or wait... has someone told you to ask me these questions?" Sikandar asked icily...

Ingrov shuffled a little when he grabbed her hand and stormed off the room... they collided with another person... a girl...

"Desole...(sorry)" she muttered and helped Ingrov stand up...

Sikandar tugged a shocked Ingrov towards his Bentley and rushed towards his "headquarter".

"Who are you working for?" he shouted at her... her eyes teared up...

"No no no..." she shook her head vehemently... she bit her lips... she winced in his grip as he took her into a store room... it was a cold metallic room... with a table in centre... he switched on the tube light and she trembled looking at his cold eyes...

It was blank... it held no emotions... as if he was a wax doll...

"No wonder do I see feelings for someone as ruthless as me..." he cocked his eyebrow towards her...

"I didn't do anything... trust me... I didn't do..." her words were silenced by him...

"SHUT UP!" he glared at her... then he set up his slightly disheveled hair... removing the emerald cuffs he rolled up his sleeves and took in her form...

Tousled hair... wrinkled dress... make up run down... her hands shivering due to the blast of cold air in the room...

He approached her and held her jaw in his palms... "I hate lies... you know that..." he murmured softly...

"Sikandar trust me... I didn't..." he clutched her jaws tight... her puffy red eyes screamed innocence but he didn't care...

He stripped the gown off her in one go... she looked at him bewildered, shocked, humiliated and ran to the corner of the storeroom... hot tears escaped from her eyes... she tried to open the door but found it locked...

SHe folded her palms before him... what was he going to do with her...

"Please... I am innocent..." she pleaded...

She looked at the devil in front... and took in the details of the room...

There were concrete walls... bright tube lights... concrete floors... on one side there was a mirror... reflecting her defeated form and the demon crouching next to her... she clutched the metallic table's leg and looked at the tormentor... in nothing but her undergarments she never felt so... exposed...

She sobbed and folded her palms begging for mercy but he didn't bother...

He picked her up in his arms... she trembled in fright and agony as to what he might be doing... would he take her? Claim her? Didn't many people do that already...

He laid her on the table... she sat up immediately... to find a gun placed on her forehead... "Just do as I say..." he whispered...

Then from a locker he placed a mask on his face... he only did this when others would come... oh no.. she didn't want anyone else to see her in this state...

"Thapar... Dr. Mehra ko bhejo... chip testing karna hai... whether someone's clean or not... room 25... " Sikandar growled on the little phone...

Ingrov's pretty eyes filled with fear when an equally wicked man entered the room... his eyes were full of malice... a young man of roughly 30 years with gelled hair spoke to Sikandar for a few minutes... in hindi probably... he had a coat on him... and fine rimless spectacles...

"Check her... not an inch of her body should be left... any sort of transmitter, chip, anything... in the meanwhile I'll ask Thapar to check her phone records, and things... I am sure she has something stuck on her her..." Sikandar growled...

Ingrov screamed out words in Russian... her face contorted in disgust and humiliation when that guy stripped her off her underwear and taped her hands and legs to the table ends...

"Why are you crying so much... you are a prostitute... you must be used to getting stripped off..." SIkandar glared at her... her face stilled...

SHe felt as if she was ripped off her remaining little honor...

She felt disgusted of herself... and of everything... bitter tears fell from her eyes as she stifled a sob...

But what scared her was the look in the doctor's eyes... they had darkened and indeed he had some other plans apart from checking whether she was a spy or not...

"You may leave..." he smiled at Sikandar... Ingrov cried silently as she watched Sikandar leave...

Kaal... that was his name... Dr. Kaal Mehra... it was written on the small badge he wore...

He quickly opened her mouth and checked inside for any chip... then behind her ears... near her neck... then his hands traced lower and Ingrov cried out in disgust as he checked her soft flesh...

"You are a fine woman..." he muttered with a wicked laugh... a terrified Ingrov stared at him...

"Now there is only one place to check... and it would be my pleasure..." he muttered and opened his gloves...

Ingrov frantically called out Sikandar's name... she felt convulsions when his fingers traced something else...

Suddenly she felt him... argh... a cry for mercy released from the base of her throat... what was he doing to her?

She cried out loud... helplessly... as the table moved to and fro... she truly felt ripped off from her honor... she wished she wasn't a girl...

She screamed his name for the last time... before resigning off herself...