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PART - 8
The doorbell rang. Kabir ran down to open the door before it disturbed Big Bro. He was embarrassed with the way he had behaved with Viraj last time. A thought struck him. What if it was Nishu? Kabir flew past Viraj and pulled open the door. Four burly men stood in front of him.
Kabir's disappointment was overshadowed only by his fear. "Who is it, Mr. Lakir?". "No idea". Kabir asked one of the men," Who do you want?". "Mr. Kabir Kumar, there's a delivery for you". He swallowed. How did these people know his name and where he lived? Two men shoved him inside and deposited a large gunny sack near his feet. Viraj watched silently. "What's this?", asked Kabir, pointing to the sack. "Sign here", commanded the largest one, handing Kabir a paper and pen. Kabir started reading. He couldn't make much sense of anything. K. Co.? Order No. 695? One lac twenty five thousand rupees?
A sudden pressure on his wrist made him cry out. "Smarty, we haven't got the whole day". Viraj tried to intervene but one of the goons raised a gun warningly. The largest one forced Kabir to sign, handed him a copy and all four of them went away. "What's happening, Mr. Nibir? Who were those men? What's in the sack?". There was only one way to find out. Kabir opened the sack, with much hesitation. His hand covered his mouth and he moved back, clutching his heart. There was a dead man in there. Kabir hit the back wall and leaned against it.
"Mr. Tahbir! Are you alright? What's the matter?". Kabir saw Viraj opening the sack and shock registering on his face. "Kidnapping? In my house? I knew that you are unfit for Miss Nisha but I didn't know that you are a criminal. I am calling the police", said Viraj, rage in every word. Kidnapping , not murder? This meant that the man was alive. Kabir felt giddy with relief. "No! I don't know what all this is about. Who this man is-", said Kabir, trying to make Big Bro understand. "That ruffian took your name, Mr. Rajbir Khanna. This 'delivery' is for you". Kabir laughed hysterically. Sure, Viraj could call the police and complain against some Lakir, Fakir or whoever he wanted. A part of Kabir realised that he was going crazy.
"Hello! This is Viraj Singh Rathore. I have a complaint to make against Mr. Kabir Kumar-". Hearing that brought Kabir to his senses. He quickly snatched the phone from Viraj's ear and cut the call. It was to the Commissioner. He glanced at Viraj, whose face was turning red. Kabir explained himself hurriedly,"Let's find out who this person is before calling the police. We don't want to get involved in any mess. Trust me", pleaded Kabir. Viraj took a long look at Kabir and nodded.
Kabir and Viraj removed the man from the sack and placed him on the bed. He was unconscious and there were bruises on his head. "We have to call a doctor", said Kabir. Viraj placed a call and a doctor appeared in fifteen minutes. The man had suffered minor injuries and would gain consciousness in an hour. Viraj thanked the doctor and left him till his car.
Kabir sat on the dining table deep in thought. Nishu had not yet replied. He sighed. He supposed he had go too far in the Bura Damaad act. Kabir saw Viraj moving towards his bedroom. "Thanks for trusting me, Big Bro". Viraj hesitated near the door and then turned around and sat opposite Kabir. For a long time, he said nothing. "Was the vase really that ugly?". Kabir suppressed a smile. "Yes". Viraj looked down at the table," Well, then it's good that it broke". If Kabir hadn't seen Viraj's lips moving, he wouldn't have believed that Viraj had said that to him. "I apologize for that day's behav-". Viraj waved his hand and cut Kabir off. "It's okay."
After some time, Viraj admitted with a sigh," You are a nice person, Mr. Zabir". It was Kabir's turn to sigh. "You have taken good care of Mis- Nisha. Been the friend I couldn't be." Kabir bit his tongue to stop himself from saying something harsh. He wasn't just Nishu's friend. He was her husband. "You have the contract". Viraj was taken aback. He looked straight in Kabir's eyes and answered with a shrug,"Sumit gave it to me a long time ago, hoping I would use it. I couldn't hurt Nisha this way". So, he had guessed right. That was the reason why Viraj had not been bothered by his presence anymore, why he looked happier and more hopeful. Kabir had mentioned this to Nishu but she hadn't believed him. She considered Viraj to be an honourable guy who would return the contract the minute he got it. Kabir often wondered about their past. What made Nishu respect him so? However, since talking about Viraj seemed to hurt Nisha, he had refrained from questioning her about it. "Let's check on that man", said Viraj, getting up.
Kabir followed Viraj into the room. The man had indeed woken up and was terrified, his eyes darting around the room. "Please, please don't hurt me. I don't know any Sabu". Viraj felt something shift in his memory. Sabu. He had heard the name before. Kabir's jaw dropped open. He was beginning to understand what was happening. " Who's Sabu?". The man jumped and folded his hand. "I don't know! I know nothing. Let me go!". "A photographer", answered Kabir. Yes!, thought Viraj, Sabu had been called to capture all the events and festivals in the Rathore family. However as the years passed, there was no reason to call him, thought Viraj wryly. No celebrations ever knocked on his lonely existence.
"Relax", said Viraj soothingly,"You don't need to worry. I am Viraj Singh Rathore and will leave you safely to your house". The man peered closely at Viraj's face and seemed to recognize him. He visibly relaxed. "Where are you from?". "Madhya Pradesh". "Why did those people catch you?". "I don't know! I was closing my shop for the day when four people caught me and dumped me in a truck. They had guns", the man trembled, recalling. "They kept calling me Sabu and I told them that I didn't know any Sabu. There were some other captured people in the truck too. After we crossed the Mumbai boundaries, one of them hit me with a stick on the head and I became unconscious. That's all I remember". "Thank you so much for sharing this with us. It's late at night. Please get some rest while I get you something to eat. I will personally leave you to your house tomorrow". Viraj grabbed Kabir by the arm and pulled him out of the room.
"You know something about this. Don't lie. I saw it on your eyes". Kabir ran his fingers through his hair and said sheepishly," There was a deal to get Sabu delivered to me". Viraj's eyes widened in shock. " You want to kidnap Sabu? Why???". Kabir took a moment to think things through. Did he want to tell Viraj his story? Kabir felt a connection with Viraj that went beyond Nishu. And beyond explanation.
So he narrated , " I had come to India to find my family. Actually, part of it. My mother and I live in Dubai and a boy, who I now know to be my brother, is here in India. I came to find him with the help of the only childhood photo my Mom had of him. Sabu knew something about him but took the photo and went underground. I don't know why or where he went. Nishu, actually Sukku, hired 'outside help' to get to Sabu". Viraj processed the information. Habir seemed to be telling the truth, thought Viraj, Dukku was a rash sort of a person. He didn't know why but he felt a wave of sympathy towards Kabir. There was something about him that made Viraj want to protect him. It wasn't that Kabir was weak. Far from it. Yet, there was an air of vulnerability about him. Of innocence.
"Come, let's get cooking". Kabir stared in wonder," You know how to cook, Big Bro. I thought with all the servants-". "After recovering from my partial paralysis, I couldn't stand being dependent on anyone for anything". That explained a lot about Big Bro, thought Kabir. Viraj shunned emotional dependence as well and that's why he remained almost isolated.
Kabir glanced at his watch while Viraj bustled in the kitchen. Nearly eleven thirty. This one day without Nishu had turned out the longest of his life even with all the excitement. He resolved to bring her back in his life.
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