CHAPTER 48
She smirked while walking away, it hadn't taken more than a second for her to devise an impromptu plan to save an innocent - she just needed one information, that Ingrov and Sikandar were intimately connected, the wicked little brain of hers would do the rest.
"Hurrying anywhere Miss?" A gruff voice stopped her. Oh sh*t. Sakshi took in a little gulp and took in a few deep breaths. She smiled and turned around.
Sakshi cracked her knuckles on seeing the two men, they looked like bouncers... bleh! As if they could do anything to her.
"Sir, I have to leave." she murmured and they stopped her. "Sir I am asking you politely, I have to leave!" she grit her teeth while they stopped her by asking her name. "Sakshi Verma, may I leave now." she shrugged her shoulders - her ESP told her that they were indeed going to face something bad - by her of course!
"How do you know Arjun Rawte?" one of them gripped her wrist and tugged her against the wall. Sakshi glared at the man before her! No one is not allowed to get touchy with her! "Stop your touchy touchy business! And Arjun what? Let me leave before you piss in your pants and miss your mommy!" She snapped at them.
The bouncer grinned at her cheeky reply "You are quite an item I must say!" the next words never came to life as someone pounded the skull of the man to the wall. "Boy... ain't you talking like that to a woman, bouncer two, should I give you another invitation to get beaten into Christmas plum cake?"
The bouncer lunged towards the person to get - yes beaten to pulp. Before losing consciousness the man asked "Who are you?" "Jali ko aag kehte hain, bhuji ko raakh kehte hain, jis raakh se barood bane usey Vishwanath aha... Verma kehte hain, samjhe ya... abbey iski toh batti fuse ho gayi! Uffo... translation dena chahiye tha!" Verma chuckled.
"By the way Rawte should be thankful to me! Poor Sakshi ko jo bachaliya!" Verma laughed at the PJ.
"Me and pathetic! Zyaada suit nahi karta! Aur Arjun... pata nahi iss janam main kuch hoga bhi ya nahi... pyaar humain kis mod pe le aaya... ki dil kare aye! Haye! Koi toh batae kya hogaaa!" Sakshi hit a palm on her forehead. God she was starting to sound like Verma now!
"Enough of jokes... I feel that something is in the air... something wrong..." Verma contemplated.
Sakshi shook her head... either she or Verma was schizophrenic indeed - cause one or the other kept on chatting on it's own!
~*~Ayesha bit her lips, her intuition told her something was wrong. Sikandar would leave the premises so easily without any guards to keep a check out there... no this is highly un Sikandar like. However one scene at the party still made her queasy.
Sikandar staring at Sakshi... "Kuch toh choot raha hai... hello, Tarique? Haan, Nadia... bol toh Club Noire main kitne off admi hai? Kya... uss saamne waale stores main kuch log hai kya? Thanks." Ayesha kept the phone down and bit her nails.
It wouldn't be easy for Sakshi/Verma to escape from the Club, for every store around them had been filled with Sikandar's men!
"Sakshi... Ash here... sun... did you do any fight or stuff?" Ayesha crossed her fingers to keep the hot headed Sakshi at bay.
"Umm... yeah..." Sakshi answered while jogging back. "Damn It! Har insaan jo tu dek rahi hai... they all are connected to Sikandar - you just walked into a trap!" Ayesha informed a shocked Sakshi.
~*~"Use your brains, Club se sirf do raste hai, ek jaata hai South Mumbai ko and I don't think Sakshi would be wandering off to elite Mumbai, the other one... she must be there..." Arjun muttered as he spied through the streets. "Ah... Club Noire..." Arjun muttered, using his instincts he walked towards the second road when a hoodie was on the floor.
He picked it up when he caught a whiff of the perfume and a message beeped "Sakshi at risk... 18 N and 72 E (coordinates) - my men are reaching soon."
Arjun gulped and his hands numbed as he recognized the fragrance, but his heart stopped for a second as he inspected a stain on the hoodie.
A patch of blood
~*~Shree felt angry in doing what Sameer ordered...
"Pata hai revenge hai... but then am sure... kal raat jo hoga... Arjun sir aur Sameer sir won't break morals..." Shree reassured himself...
"Waise yeh Sakshi zinda kaise hui? Movie toh nahi... Udi Baba... arrey sir ne kaha tha ki silicon extracts mile the to a large quantity... arrey woh classified document kaha gaya tha... silicon se... shoot... uss ka naam... arrey..." SHree scratched his head...
He had recalled about Arjun sending him the forensic report... "Liza... koi geli tui re..(where did you go...)" SHree sighed... but he rubbed himself off his emotional state... he remembered the article very well...
That too it was not on internet... it was a scholarly article which he had chanced upon on Sakshi's laptop... some name it had... he couldn't recall...
HIs breath stopped... could Sakshi be alive due to that thing...
No it's impossible... in fact these things are just for the movies right...
"Par yeh bhi nahi... duniya main jo bhi speculation aate hai... actually a half of it exists in the advanced militaries of the world... however..." Shree being a realist found it difficult to believe...
As he tried to search on the internet he received a message... "Nahi milega... time pass ke liye Mission Impossible IV aur I, Robot dekh le ;) - KV."
"Ki re!" Shree cursed... when he thought... "Wait... why only these two movies?" SHree scratched his head...
"Matlab isme kuch toh hoga!" Shree thought and surfed through the movies... as he saw them repeatedly... his phone fell from his hand...
If this is how Sakshi was alive... it meant that KV indeed were a genius...
~*~Sikandar crumpled a tissue paper in his hand... betrayal... argh...
Ingrov's helpless face flashed before his eyes... he saw the terror... was she innocent?
Even though he was tyrant towards her she still begged him not to leave.. why would that be?
Was she scared of Kaal? But why would a woman be terrified of a man unless he had other intentions...
Sikandar's blood froze at that thought... then he relaxed.. no his workers knew too well to not mix their work with pleasure... but then Ingrov was indeed beautiful.. no way...
He clasped his hands... not that he cared for her... but the thought of torturing an innocent... it always ripped his... no... the urban man's heart...
He didn't rape Roshni... he never could... he thought of torturing her... for Arjun... but... she didn't do anything except for loving Arjun...
And her screams... the love in her eyes for Arjun reminded him of her...
And that's why he couldn't touch her... he wouldn't... he would have killed himself... he knew he is a strange combination of a villain... but then... he is a Hero in his own eyes...
Roshni deserved to die... but raped? Never... even if hypothetically she herself was the sole person responsible instead of Arjun... even then... he could punch, hit, kick, stab or kill... but never that...
He was aware that perhaps killing Roshni wasn't a fair thing done... it was one of the few murders which he had done... and the only one he had done intentionally...
So he gave Roshni an easier way out... few stabs and goodbye from the world...
He crashed out from his reverie by a blood curdling scream... a scream of desperation, of help, of plea, of mercy...
And it was his name that was screamed...
"Ingrov..." the name barely left his lips that he rushed towards the room 25...
~*~Sikandar reached the room in a few seconds which felt like hours to him... he knew it that she was innocent... his heart knew it... but...
He pushed the door to find it locked... he banged on the metallic door. He heard a shuffling of things and he broke the lock to step inside the room...
Her toes had curled up... And Kaal looked hassled up...
She was still without anything to hide her modesty...
"What's going on Kaal?" he boomed... Kaal shivered...
Sikander didn't miss the front of Kaal's pants... he had forgotten to put the zip... and it seemed dirty...
SIkandar clenched his jaw... he grabbed Kaal by his neck...
"Ss... S... sir... I cch.. checked her... ss.. she's clean..." Kaal whispered... sweat beads were formed on his head...
Ingrov's physical state revealed that she and Kaal... or rather Kaal forced himself into her...
There were bite marks as well as bleedings... and her lower front... SIkandar closed his eyes shut...
He grabbed Kaal's neck harder and banged his head against the wall...
"AAH!" Kaal screamed as his skull cracked open... blood spurt out from his temples...
Sikandar clenched his eyes shut at the state of Ingrov and banged Kaal's face again on the wall... he was deaf to Kaal's screams...
He kept on banging his face on the concrete wall till the wall's pores were soaked with blood and Kaal's face was beyond any recognition...
Sikandar found his hand's bloody as he pressed through the arteries of Kaal... a dead disfigured Kaal lay on the floor with his skull cracked open while Sikandar called up Thapar to clean up the mess...
"One should never mix business and pleasure." Sikandar pressed his foot on the cracked skull...
He wiped his hands... and stood before Ingrov... he cut off the tape ends... releasing her reddened ankles and wrists... Ingrov just stared blankly at the ceiling... her hair was tousled... her mouth red and bleeding... her neck had slight marks of grabbing... hot tears just fell... her eyes lost the emerald charm... they were slightly red and puffy...
Sikandar felt his ground slip beneath his foot... either the innocent died... or he never saw them... but as he saw the almost dead woman in front of him... his throat turned dry... guilt seeped into his blood... he couldn't call for a doctor to clean her up... he couldn't trust anyone now...
Just a few hours back she was blooming like a rose... he sighed... the pain that came in his heart...
"Ab sukoon aaya..." his conscience taunted him... his hands shivered as he wrapped a white sheet around her...
She stayed mum... "You can do anything you want..."her raspy voice repeated the words she was taught at the tender age of 15...
"I don't want to do anything..." Sikandar answered back... his voice quivered...
"Come..." he said quietly... his eyes filling with tears... she stumbled off the table and fell straight on the ground... her face contorting to a deathly smile...
It showed hurt, anger, betrayal... nothing had put him to a guilt like this... she was innocent... these words stabbed him and twisted a knot in his heart... he felt a knife shoved in his gut... if she was alive she would have killed you herself... one judgement of his... he gulped and picked her up in his arms... her eyes were emotionless...
He carried her to his bathroom... he placed her in a tub of hot water to ease off her pain...
Her eyes were still unfocused... the water filled up near her shoulders... he kept her gently near the edge of the tub... he kept her red hair aside...
He kept the door slightly ajar and walked out...
Sikandar collapsed on the bed...
"Kya kiya tumne... kya kiya" her voice berated him...
"I didn't... trust me... maine... pata..." he tried to say something when she walked off...
"I hate you... I bloo*y hate you..." she screamed against his ears...
"No... please main marr javunga..." he held on to her ghostly hand...
"Acha... aur woh jo jeete jaagte marr gayi... aaj tak... haan... gussa thi ki tum kya kar rahe ho... par yeh... main aaj ke baad tumse milne kabhi bhi nahi avungi... and I pray ki tum marr jao... vaar usse aaya par dard mujhe hua... he tarnished her body but in reality he tarnished my soul... you weren't into all this because I thought you loved me... aur yeh bechari... she just cared for you... par tumne... I hate you... I really pray ki voh kamyaab ho jaye tumhe maarne main... " she shrugged off his hand and dissipated into thin mist...
For the first time the chain slipped out of his neck...
Sikandar staggered towards the mirror and looked at the man in front... who was he?
He slapped himself... he took a bottle and crashed it on himself... he cried out loud... he banged his head on the wall... he threw off everything... screaming out loud... the guilt throttled him... he felt as if his soul was ripped off his body... he wanted to stab himself... anguish agony... nothing defined his pain...
"Ah... I am sorry... please... maaf kardo mujhe..." he collapsed on the floor... howling... he little knew that it was his conscience and not her who berated him...
NO damnation in this world would be enough for him...
It was after sometime that he realized that Ingrov had not come out from the bathroom...
HIs eyes shot open at that... he rushed into the bathroom to see her submerged under the tub...
She had committed suicide...
~*~
Precap : Keep Guessing...
* ESP - Extra Sensory Perception - when a person can perceive what is going to happen within a few minutes Edited by Armagadon - 10 years ago
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