Chapter 20
Aisha didn't have
a chance to escape this time. She was desperately looking for one glimpse of any
ETF members, through whom she could atleast send a message to sam. But all were
busy outside, only the security officials were present. She couldn't meet them
as Yogesh was waiting for her inside the elevator.
She quickly look
her step inside the elevator and took a corner, away from Yogesh. Yogesh was
standing behind her devouring her with his eyes. Aisha could feel his gaze at
her back and felt a loathing engulfed her. She fisted her palm trying to stop
the increasing rage inside her. The elevator stopped at a floor and looked up
at the number, still some floors left for her desired floor to arrive.
She pressed the
button on the metal beside and the door closed instantly. The elevator started
moving again. The journey was in pure silence and with the two of them only. Suddenly
she felt a finger tracing her naked arm. She turned her head slightly and saw
Yogesh standing just behind her inhaling the perfume from her open hair. His
fingers were lingering on her skin, making tiny circles on her arms and
shoulder.
She fisted her
palm tighter trying to keep herself calm and composed. She remained standing
their stern and cold. Yogesh had felt her body stiffen and moved a step back.
Aisha didn't make a single move. She was as cold and numb as she was when they
first stepped in the elevator. The dirty filthy hands of the man behind her,
was giving an irritated feeling down her spine.
She looked at the
number of the floor, another two floors to go. She waited losing her patience
every second now. Yogesh was silent too, but his attention and his eyes, never
left her for a single moment.
The elevator
dinged at the right floor and Aisha picked up her pleads to get out. Yogesh
followed her keeping a small distance between them. They reached her assigned
room and that was the first time when she turned to him. She smiled at him and muttered
a soft 'thanks.'
Yogesh nodded at
her, still looking at her for his answer, but Aisha looked away, fiddling with the
key from her clutch. She turned at the door and had just put the key in the
keyhole, when she felt two strong arms wrap around her and hold her palm. She
struggled a bit in the beginning but stopped the moment she heard a soft
whisper at her ear,
'Do you mind
Aisha?' the husky voice from yogesh fell in her ears,
Aisha shook
herself up forcing him to remove his arms around her. She turned to him with a
smirk and a cunning glint in her eyes.
'Yogesh, did I
ever say I mind?? But everything has a proper time, and it isn't the time for
pleasure. We are here for business and your guests are still waiting for you. I
think you should entertain them first before entertaining your special
performer,' Aisha replied him, rubbing his suit with the back of her palm,
Yogesh gave her
a meaningful nod along with a cunning smile.
'you always do
this Aisha, it hurts, don't you know? But there will surely come a time, when
you wouldn't be able to reject me with anything, I promise.' He said and took
her hand.
He softly placed
a kiss on the back of her palm and smoothed the skin with his tongue. Aisha held
her hand tight and took away the instance, he left it. He bid a goodnight' and
walked towards the elevator again. His manager too met him at the elevator,
speaking about something, both went inside.
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Aisha entered
the room and locked the door. She leaned on the closed door and closed her
eyes. She was surprised that she was
actually scared when Yogesh stepped closer to her. It wasn't that she was
incapable of fighting him back, but there was a strange feel which had cumbered
her. She felt he had started doubting her intensions.
She was feeling
tired. She dragged herself to the bed and slumped on it. She still has some
work to do before relaxing inside her room. She picked up her clutch and from
it the mini metal detector. She dragged it all around the room, searching for
any hidden cameras or devices. It was her work everyday now. Assured she again
sat down on the bed.
Leaning her back
on the stack of pillows slightly she closed her eyes. The images of the long day came
flashing back at her.
The shocked face
of Riya, 'His' sudden entry into her dressing room, the verbal fight, the pain
in 'his' eyes, 'his' abrupt confession, 'their' absence during her performance,
Sam's angry face, Arjun's restlessness, Arjun's conversation with Yogesh, Yogesh's
scared face, manisha and the irritating closeness from Yogesh.
'that night I did lose my control, but I
had not used you. I might be selfish and filthy but I had never tried to touch
your modesty. I had always respected you more than I did for anyone. But I know
that doesn't count. I don't know where and how we will meet again, but I hope
you keep yourself safe from the respected gentleman you are serving for,'
The words still
rang in her ears. Was it the actual truth? Was he so much concerned for her? No
it wasn't, he was again trying to make a fool of her, of her feelings. Feelings?
For him? No way, I cant fall for that idiot, dumb, careless fellow, its just
that I care for humans, and he isn't one. I care for inhumans too nowadays.
Aisha sat
upright. She held her palm and rubbed it vigorously. That Moron Yogesh, how
dare he even think of getting cosy with me. Agar ye mission nehi hota, I would
have chunked the head out of him. Itni himmat ati kaise hai?
Sameer ko dekho,
pata hai mein yaha hu, fir bhi ekbar mil nehi paya. Ek bar mil leta to kiya jata
uska? Haan mission thora risky ho jata, but fir bhi, I wanted to meet him. How
dare he lie to me. If he hadn't come close to me that night, to fir wo baat ayi
hi kiyu?
Ullu, wo kya
karega mere saath, ek ulte haath ki paregi na to akal thikane aa jayegi. Kahi sameer
gay to nahi? hamesha larkiyo se sharmata firta hai. nehi nehi, gay nehi hoga, mein
bhi na kya kya sochti hu.
Bewakoof kahika...wo
kya mere pass ayega. Kyu nehi ayega? Meine manaa thori kiya hai?
She started
smiling at her own thoughts. Her cheeks had started burning already. She turned
and looked into the mirror. Her nose and cheeks were taking a shade of red. She
looked away thinking about him.
Sameer's concerned
angry faces, his weird shameful red faces when she came close to him, his dumb
peculiar expression and weak smiles when it came to shopping things, the tired
snoring sound sleep after a long day and his blushing cheeks, when aisha
complimented him, everything was giving her the bliss, which her work, her
success, even the male attentions couldn't give.
It wasn't the
first time, she was missing him, but it was definitely the first time, she was
longing to meet him. She would return back to Pune the next evening, before
that she wanted to meet him once, may be the last time to get things sorted out
between them.
She stood up to
pick up her clutch and get the phone from there. She was expecting a message
and it had come. She opened it and smiled. Her work was done. She changed and washed
her face. With Sameer, all over her mind and soul, she slept for the night,
waiting for a day with him'.
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It was late
night when Arjun reached the ETF building and parked the car. Shree dropped out
from it and walked towards the gate. The lights were still on, people were
still sitting at their stations working inside the ETF office.
Arjun headed
towards Rathore's cabin while Shree went back to his work. Sameer was engrossed
into a CCTV camera footage, where it was playing Aisha's performance. He was
watching it for a hope of getting some evidences from it, but the moment Aisha
started singing he was mesmerized by her.
He knew this
lady was multi-talented but the lady who kicked the asses of the brutal criminals,
could sing with such zeal, it was incredible. He increased the volume of the
earphone and concentrated on his lady. Her face, the little gestures with her
hands, the tapping of her feet softly with the occasional rhythm and the soulful
voice. He was completely lost in her.
He looked at her
face, it held a calmness, which he had not seen when they first met after so
many months in the dressing room. That face held pain and anger. The day she
had left was the worst day for him. He had kept himself busy with work but her
voice, her antics, her tears, her innocence, everything was around him, in his
mind in his soul.
He knew she
wasn't wrong in what she said or thought, he had erupted the thoughts in her.
He felt guilty for that but there wasn't a scope nor was he brave enough to accept
his guilt in front of her. Then the divorce they were seeking, had sunken his
heart into a greater sorrow. He kept quiet, trying to figure out the next moves
in his otherwise lonely life.
But now when he
had almost confessed his guilt in front of her, he was now longing for her. He
had missed her every moment of their separation, but the desperation of meeting
her after knowing she was here in the same city was different. He wanted to talk
to her, convince her that he needed her in his life, beside him and with him,
with his every misery, with his every courageous defeat but there was still
something inside which kept him silent, not accepting his own feelings.
He came to his thoughts
when the music went a bit loud and he found Aisha in Yogesh's arms. His hands
were moving slightly tracing the slim waist, while his eyes never left Aisha's
lips. He felt a sudden pang of anger and jealousy and banged the table with his
fisted palm.
'Dammit, ye
larki, pareshan kar degi mujhe, dekho kaha fas gayi hai ye, agar bolunga to
mujhe hi bewakoof kahegi, mein kuch nehi bolunga, jab khudpe musibaat ayegi tab
samjhegi,' he muttered to himself, looking closely at the screen,
Yogesh swayed
with her in the screen, while his hands slowly moved up towards her shoulder,
caressing her back. But with everything going with her, Aisha was busy looking
around.
'was she
searching for me? No it cant be, she is enjoying herself with that ba****d. Kisi
din mere samne aye na to haath hi ukhar ke fhek dunga,' he muttered with a deep
frown.
It took him
sometime more to finish watching the performance and he tried to keep a tab on
Yogesh and his moves on Aisha, after the performance but Arjun came in,
followed by Shree.
Sameer looked up
at them and paused the video, removing the headphones from his ears. Arjun took
a seat while Shree stood beside them.
'Rathore, Aisha
ne uss larki ke bare mein bataya, Manisha, Yogesh ka kuch purana chakkar hai. Aur
Shree ko kaha hai Aisha ka phone trace karne ke liye,' Arjun spoke up,
'shree dhyan
rakhna, her secured network will start soon, network ko hack kar lena, we want
all the conversation and information about Yogesh. Wo larki Manisha kaha hai
rawte?' rathore asked,
'mere ghar, Riya
hai uske saath, behosh hai, hosh ate hi riya bula legi,' arjun informed,
'okay, Shree, Aisha
ko track karte rehena, Yogesh ki nazar hai uspe, she could be in trouble,'
rathore spoke up,
'Right
sir,' shree replied,
'chotu
kaha hai?' arjun asked,
'Wo
apne kisi informer ko dock pe nazar rakhne ke liye usse milne gaya hai,'shree
replied,
'okay, kuch bhi
pakra nehi gaya na?'
'nehi sir,
custom ne already dispatch kar diya tha, hum usse rok nehi paye,'
'kal subah waha chalte
hai, shayad koi suraag mil jaye,' Arjun exclaimed and all nodded,
Shree left after
a few more minutes of discussion. Arjun too discussed the rest of the case and got
up to leave. He was at the door when he turned back,
'Sameer acha
kiya jo tum Aisha se nehi mile, Yogesh is a sharp dog, my gut feel says, he had
smelled something,'
'I understood
that rawte, isi liye to tumhe bheja tha, she too needed a support, Yogesh isn't
a simple criminal.'
Arjun nodded and
turned to the door,
'tum ghar nehi
jaoge rathore?'
'Nehi mujhe kam
hai abhi,' Sameer replied and put back the head phones,
Arjun smiled and
walked out, leaving the building quickly.
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Yogesh was
sitting inside his lavish room watching the television, when he received a call
from one of his trusted allies. He picked up the call and spoke to him,
'haan, deliver
hua?' he asked,
'haan saab, koi
kuch nehi kar paya,' the caller replied,
'hmm, aur jo
pata lagane ko kaha tha? Uska kya hua?' he asked again,
'mein pata laga
raha hu saab, per lagta hai ACP Rawte ka unke saath kuch nehi hai,'
'pehele ka koi
connection?'
'aisa kuch pata
to nehi chala, per hum koshish kar rahe hai,'
'Arjun Rawte ka
dost, uske bare mein pata lagao, zaroor kuch milega,'
'thik hai saab,
pata lagte hi phone karta hu,'
'hmm'
The call disconnected.
Yogesh kept down the phone and concentrated back to the television screen.
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done for today..hope you dont go to sleep after reading the two parts together...give back your feedbacks...ðģ
Edited by rimi_invisible - 9 years ago
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