Arjun FF : T1 : Enigma Revised (Ch 8 - pg 76) *new* - Page 5

CHAPTER 37

A devilishly handsome man dipped into the lake... seeking blessings from the Sun lord...

As his wet form rose off the lake... the water trickling down his perfectly carved muscles... he was blessed with the looks of the lords themselves... be it the torso, chest, biceps... his muscles rippled through his figure...

But then he was barely one like them... his eyes held the intensity that only a devil could possess... his chiseled jaws clicked in place as he walked towards his sanctum...

As he stepped into his sanctum... which reflected him... dark, cold and frightening...

He had been anonymous for a basic reason... people fear the unknown...

They thought he was heartless... but it was not like that... standing in the darkness of his room he recalled the days where he was a normal man.. like anyone else...

He rested his head on the cold pillar and closed his eyes for the fraction of a second... remembering the normal boy that he was... those were the days where these same very walls had witnessed his smiles.. his laughter... his foolishness...

He tried to remember the fading memories.. of his childhood... he had a father, a mother... he was the most loved child in his family...

The minute he recalled his father he remembered how his father was brutally murdered... by his own son... by him...

Sikandar opened his eyes... sweat beads had formed on his head... his first murder victim... his own father... he was breathing heavily... he felt cold and sick...

He picked up a towel and rubbed his bare chest... when his hand touched the small metal jewelry placed around his neck... it sent him to a flood of memories...

The memories which every man craves for...

When she had come...

He had loved a girl... beautiful... innocent... a nymph... she was the epitome of beauty for him... simple...

"Jaan... kaha ho tum?" I laughed and ran throughout the fields as I looked around the mustard fields...

I saw the most beautiful flower running through the field... her glass bangles chimed in the air... her laughter was more beautiful than the chirping of the nightingale... clad in a beautiful loose pink, yellow and lemon green kurti... which had heavy work on the daman... her thick long hair waved right and left... her eyes sparkled like fireflies... and the beautiful rhythm in the air caused by the silver payals on her dainty ankles...

"Pakdo na mujhe!" She giggled and ran away... her pink and yellow dupatta flew in the air as she let it free but held in the corner... I ran behind her laughing...

As we reached near the edge of the field I almost caught her... but I didn't... I simply pulled the dori of her kurti... she gasped as her kurti slipped forward due to the heavy work in front... showing her beautiful neck line... she tried to pull her kurti backward... she stopped running and looked at me... I had a naughty smile adorning my lips...

"Yeh cheating hua... main agar tumhara shirt khol deti toh? Khade khade besharmon ki tarha mere taraf dekh rahe ho!" she complained and put on a fake frown...

"Toh phir khol do na!" I winked and back hugged her... "Haww!" she hit me with her elbow... and ran ahead... I caught up with her and we both fell on a haystack...

Cuddling her in my arms I nuzzled into her neck...

"Oye 90s type ki hero... tum kuch zyaada hi romantic nahi ho rahe ho na?" she told and turned to the other side...

I pulled her towards me and I looked at her... "Theek hai.. main koi aur ladki ke paas..." I barely said that I saw her tears forming...

"Jaan main toh bas mazaak.." I justified and she snuggled into me...

"Main marr bhi gayi toh koi gham nahi hoga... par agar kisi aur ke saath ho toh main pal pal marr javungi..." she sobbed...

I caressed her head and looked at my flower in front... her kajal had slightly smeared... she bit her petal like lips to control her sob... I placed a tender kiss on her lips...

Keeping her on my lap I placed my forehead on hers and promised her...

"You are the first and last person in my life... aur mere hote hue koi bhi tumhe choo nahi sakega... tum hamesha theek rahogi.. mere saath... mere paas..." I said and rolled over her...

She smiled and fiddled with my shirt buttons... "Itna pyaar karte ho?"

I gave her my serious look and whispered "Itna ki apna jaan de sakta hoon.. "

"aur kisi aur ka jaan le bhi sakta hoon..." I said grimly

She cupped my face and pecked me lightly..

I removed my shirt and deepened our kiss...

She gasped feeling my warm body... I parted from her to see her gazing shamelessly at my toned figure...

"Ab kaun besharm banke mujhe ghoor rahi hai?" I bit her earlobe and she slapped my chest...

"Fiancee hone ke naate itna toh dekh hi sakti hoon tumhe!" she said playfully...

"Acha! Toh main bhi uss rishte ke naate kuch aur bhi kar sakta hoon!" I smiled naughtily at her...

Giving me an innocent look she asked "Kya karna chahte ho?"

I laughed and tugged at her kurti winking at her...

The day passed in pure bliss as I gathered her near my heart and passionately made love with her... her sweet moans echoed in my ears and I opened my eyes to see her beautiful body... her heavily laden eyes with love...

Sikandar comes out of his memory with a knock on the door... "KAUN?" he barked out...

"Bhao... Russian mafia ke log aaye hai..." a person informed...

"Hmm... bethao unhe... main aa raha hoon... achi khatir daari karna..." he said and went into his room to change...

His life was she... and all that was over... taking out an expensive suit Sikandar dressed himself... the day she died... it sucked out every reason for him to live... when he was not next to her... some of the police officers had approached her... in a manner for which he gave each a deserving death...

Hot tears fell from his eyes as he remembered roaring like a beast holding her limp body soaked in blood...

Sikandar ties his tie and puts on his cost... he looks at the mirror and finds his eyes moist...

He barely sees that man he was once... shuffled hair... cheeky grin... slight stubble... simple check check shirt and jeans... but now he saw a clean shaven man... wearing one of the most expensive suit... his sleek hair gelled back... his toned figure complementing the tight suit he wore... and instead of the warm eyes he found a cold pair of eyes looking at him... the eyes of a suave businessman... a cold murderer...

He has started hating the urban young man out there... he wanted to erase every memory he had...

He slightly rubs away the rare tear and walks towards the main hall...

"Hello Sikandar.. we have heard..." the Russian man - Kjockisiv started..

"Welcome Kjockosiv... where is the money... we have submitted the deal... haven't we..." he says coldly...

"Yes indeed... and here is 15 million Russian Ruble... but my friend... we hear that they are problems in here... as in police behind you..." Kjockosiv starts off...

Sikandar lets out a fake chuckle and shot one of the Russian bodyguard dead... "Come on... there is no one who can find me... and about having a doubt on me..." he gave a dead look to Kjockosiv...

"No.. we believe you.." Kjockosiv fumbled and brought a red haired chick in front... "We have brought a gift for you my friend... there is no need for this harm..." he shuffled his foot and smiled..

Sikandar gulped a glass of whiskey... "Aah... it's been many days since I have had someone... come on... good.. you my friend.. please feel at home... Thapar! Isse yaha pe achche se rakhna!" Sikandar ordered and Kjockosiv was led into a guest room...

The red haired lady stood where she was... wearing a tight black dress... almost nothing more than a flimsy piece of cloth wrapped around her and black fish net stockings...

Sikandar eyed her from top to bottom... she was pretty indeed... but he stormed into his room.. and gulped down a tequila shot...

His mind went hazy... deals, money, alcohol were a part of him now... somehow somewhere the urban honest man was lost...

He threw his coat away and opened his tie when he found a pair of white hands trace his spine...

He looked behind and found her standing with a seductive smile... he looked lost for a second... and he saw himself on the mirror again... the man over there mocked him... "kya hua... tu wohi ladka rahega Sikandar... wohi ladka rahega..."

Sikandar growled... somewhere his damned other side killed him... he wanted to forget that... he is bad... wicked... horrible... a cold hearted drug lord... that is what gave him relief...

The lady over there put up a show for him... after all she was paid for it...

He walked aside and splashed water on his face... removing his shirt he pulled that lady towards him and closed his eyes...

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Karan tapped his foot outside the room that Arjun and Sakshi were in... he had heard the screams, shouts... sudden quietness...

Simran had told whatever she knew about Sakshi and Arjun... in those few minutes he seemed to know Sakshi more than ever... a brotherly tension evoked in him as he pondered over Sakshi's well being...

Simran came and placed a hand on his shoulder... "Kya baat hai..."

"Simmi... yeh Shera... matlab.. tune kuch bataya kyun nahi... kaisi batati... agar mujhe pata hota toh main Shera ko aise nahi batata... andar kya ho raha hai... mujhe toh darr lag raha hai Simmi... chillayi Sakshi ne... even Arjun chilla raha hai..." Karan creased his eyebrows and shared his concern...

"I know Karan... I swear agar Arjun ne Sakshi ke saath kuch ulta seedha kar beitha toh..." Simran said...

"He might shout, scream, kiss but woh Sakshi pe haat nahi uthayega... nahi cross the line and do that with her... uski marzi ki khilaaf... he wouldn't Simran..." Karan assured her...

"Tumhe kaise pata... the way he dragged her..." Simran questioned...

"Kyunki woh pyaar karta hai usse... aur joh log pyaar kar sakte hai... unke tareeqe hi ajeeb hote hai..." Karan said and looked up... smiling he turned to Simran... "par tum nahi samjhogi Simran..." saying he left...

"Main woh sab samajti hoon... bas agar tum iss baat ko samajte..." Simran gave a small smile and waited for Sakshi to come out...

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After half an hour Arjun storms out of the cabin and rushes out... he was furious...

Simran and Karan stood frozen to their spot...

Simran and Karan contemplated before going into the room... but she heard a muffled cry... as she stepped in she saw Sakshi sitting crouched on the floor... her shirt thrown off... her lips had dried blood stain... her hair tousled... her arms had nail marks... and her jeans button was open...

Karan fumed seeing this and turned around... Simran ran upto Sakshi... "Sakshi.. kya hua... Arjun ne kya karne ki koshish ki!!???" Simran bombarded her with questions...

Sakshi slowly buttoned herself up and put on her shirt... "Kuch nahi..." she said..

Karan got pissed off now "See Sakshi... main yeh le nahi sakta ki koi bhi ladki ki upar kuch na kuch hua ho.. sun... seedhe seedhe bata... Shera ne zabardasti kuch..."

Sakshi shook her head... "Nahi... sunna chahte ho toh suno... phir tum dono ka hi gaal laal ho jayega..." she chuckled...

"Nothing... we met... he was upset... like obvious, main bhi wahi karti... then we..." she hesitated for a second... a blush crept up her cheeks...

"Well.. we kind of shared our first kiss... which turned out to be more than what I thought... aur isliye my lips..." Sakshi looked aside... having a small smile on her face...

Sakshi noticed the reddening of KaSim's cheeks... she giggled "Kaha tha na maine... ab kiss ke details bhi chahiye... khud Arjun se hi poochlo." she chuckled...

"and shirt and jeans were thrown away as there was a stitch mark... woh kahaani baad ke liye... bas itna hi... Arjun kabhi bhi... nashe main bhi... agar main haan na kahoon woh kuch nahi karega... yeh baat samjhe ya samjhaaun..." Sakshi smiled and walked off leaving an amused Karan and Simran...

"Hmm... ab pata chal raha hai ki Sakshi hi Shera ko pasand kyun aayi... sun main bahar jaa raha hoon... take care..." Karan signed off and left... Simran nodded...

"Par Simmi... jo baat mann main ho na... mujhe muh pe boldena... har baat samaj nahi sakta main..." he gave a little smile...

As Karan took his bike and went to Andheri for a job he saw flames... and a crowd...

He shrugged and returned back looking up on a tv... he was in pure shock after what he saw... he rode as if the devils were behind him...

"Oh God.. please no... yeh jhoot hai..." Karan cursed further and literally ran into the garage...

Sakshi dusted her shirt and sat gloomily in the corner.. recollecting their fight inside... but then she also shared her first... no...

their first kiss...

Sakshi blushed a little and touched her swollen lips and the dried blood... grazing her fingers gently over her petals she closed her eyes and she could feel his lips claiming them passionately... biting them... nibbling them...

Simran had come forward to pass a glass of water but saw Sakshi's eyes closed... and a slight smile hovering on her lips... with the barely present shade of crimson increasing...

Simran needn't had to be told that Sakshi was probably remembering an intimate moment with Arjun... passing a smile to Sakshi she walked back to her room nodding her head in amusement...

As Sakshi replayed the entire moments of their first kiss... now focusing on where his hands were... was she rudely awakened by the noise of the bike..

"Sakshi... tv... news.. chala." Karan panted and rushed to get the remote...

Sakshi frowned and switched on the television.. "Aisi kya baat..." Sakshi thought but everything fell still with what the correspondent just spoke...

"Abhi abhi khabar mili hai ki ex ACP Arjun Suryakant Rawte ki dehant hua hai ek car blast main... police jaanch kar rahi hai ki yeh koi haadsa tha ya koi.." the rest of the news faded as nothing else went into Sakshi's ears...

Karan looked shocked and numb at the television... Simran was in a similar state... he kept his head on his palm and tried to seep in the information told... but what frightened them most was the state of Sakshi...

She had a stoic expression... her expression was unreadable... her eyes were bare... she kept on flipping through the channels... each and every channel had the same thing to say...

Simran approached Sakshi but she stopped Simran by showing her palm...

Sakshi was silent... she slowly walked into a corner... damn! She had told him a part of the things... which he required to know... her damn mistake... for which he died...

"Sakshi tu..." Simran started...

"Mujhe kaam hai..." her dead voice said...

"Tu toh Shera se pyaar karti hai na? Tujhe ab kaam ki padi hai?" Karan asked exasperated...

"Mujhe pata hai kisne kab aur kaise kiya hai... usse nipat loon... baaki ki baat.. baad main..." her dead voice stated and she stumbled out of the garage... her entire soul seemed to be ripped off... she had seemed to have aged beyond years that minute... a look of fatigue crossed over her face...

Simran bit back her tears and hugged Karan... he was too shocked to even respond... "Yeh Sakshi toh..." he hoarsely said... "Kaun the woh log jisne...?" he thought...

"She's broken Karan... woh marr jayegi... aur phir Arjun aise marr nahi sakta... please tell me it's false..." Simran whispered and hugged her face in his chest... trying to control her tears for the loss of their beloved friend... Karan placed his hand on her head and let his tears fall off...

Sakshi stood in her place and set a plan of action... she can mourn for his dead body later... her bile rose in her throat as she even thought of that... her heart seemed to have forgotten to beat... but emotions can wait... no.. not that she doesn't love him... maybe so much that her brain couldn't register his sudden demise...

But for now it's time to realize who did Sikandar just mess with...

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Sikandar's room

When he opens his eyes he finds a soft bare body pressed right against his hard one... her legs wrapped around his hips... he looks at the now bare red haired girl... their clothes were strewn across the floor now... her lips swollen with his harsh kisses... her hair tousled.. her nails clawed his powerful shoulders... several marks on her dainty white skin...

He sighs for a minute and closes his eyes again... pushing himself into her... the effect of alcohol helped him further to claim her again and again as she whispered some words that he barely understood... and he didn't care a damn about that...

She moaned out loud and wrapped her hands around his neck and tugged at the jewel around his neck when he continued making love with her wildly... his eyes shot open seeing her fingers clutched around his chain...

He stopped every activity and stayed frozen... he looked again at his necklace which was gifted by his love... his temples bursted... he just rested... panting... after some time he heard this redhead's even breathing... she had fallen asleep...

He slowly stumbled out of the bed and put on a robe... it was dawn by then...

Drinking a glass of chilled water he walked into the shower and stood there... letting the cold water run through him...

as he saw the nail marks on his chest he collapsed down... hot tears making their way out of his eyes... he cheated on his love... again..

He remembered her words...

"Main marr bhi gayi toh koi gham nahi hoga... par agar kisi aur ke saath ho toh main pal pal marr javungi..."

Sikandar stormed out and went to another room and broke a bottle... he took out a glass piece and slowly traced that again his arms... the blood gushed out and he felt blazing pain go up... but he felt relieved...

He led out a psychotic smile on that...

Till he saw her clad in a white dress approach him...

"Yeh tum kya kar rahe ho..." she whispered and tried to stop him...

"Maine dhoka diya tumhe... I slept with that female... I cheated you..." he spat out and continued to slice his hand...

"Tumhari ghalti nahi thi... tum sharab ke nashe main the.. aise karke mujhe aur bhi door mat bhejo..." she cried and cradled his head near her chest...

He left the glass shards and rested his head... sobbing out... "I love you jaan... sahi kaha tumne... ghalti meri nahi ... ghalti toh pehle din se uska tha jiske wajah se aaj tum nahi ho mere paas..." he whispered and looked at her eyes...

He saw her fading away... "Main bura aadmi nahi tha jaan.. waqt aur haalat ne badal diya... saari duniya ne sirf usske dukh dekhe... uske dard dekhe... usske zakhm dekhe..."

Sikandar slwoly walked towards the window... he laughed... then smiling... and then he started crying... flexing his bleeding hand and plucking out the glass shards he thought... "Duniya ne usse hero bana diya... aur mujhe... mujhe villain... ab waqt aa chuka hai ki yeh duniya waalon ko pata chale ke unka devta... koi sadhu nahi hai... uske hisaab main bhi kaala daag hai..."

"It's time they know you... the real you.. ab yeh duniya iss Ram ki Raavan roop dekhenge... see you soon Arjun Suryakant Rawte..." he growled...

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Precap : "Bhao.. Arjun Rawte toh tapak gaya!" Thapar informed...

"WT*... yeh kaise ho sakta hai... humare yaha se orders pass hi nahi hue!" Sikandar said.. bewildered by the news...

"Mumbai jaane ke liye tayyari karo... ab toh usse namaskar karna hi padega..." Sikandar growled and walked towards the exit...

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Sameer sat on his desk and opened The Times Of India... "Oh no!" he said and swore looking at the headlines... Shree came bursting into his cabin... his face showed that he had read it as well... "Mumbai tickets done sir..." Shree somehow answered and sat on the sofa...

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Sakshi placed her hands onto her hips and a shooting pain went up her body... aah.. those bruises... she closed her eyes and felt his warm hands running through her body... his face nuzzling on her neck... she shivered and shook her head off in a failed attempt to fight off thinking about him... she needed them... especially one person...

She dialed a number... "Kappy... please... help..." she croaked... "Don't worry... am coming to Mumbai..." Kapoor answered and placed the call.. for some damn reason every plan went off the window...

And every road led to Mumbai...

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