13.
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I enter his room with a coffee tray balanced carefully in my hands. Sari zindagi bas coffee he serve karti rah jau gi.
(Sometimes I feel like my entire life is going to pass with me serving only coffee)
As soon as I step inside, my eyes fall on the pagal gang of the mansion, everyone is here, along with Grover.
I sigh internally. Sometimes I think ye sir ka room hai ya living room har koi muh utha kar aa jata hai aur Puri bedsheet kharab kar deta hai.
10 minute bhi nahi hue aur ye dekho sari bedsheet ka janaza utha dia hai in logo ne.
(Sometimes I really wonder if this is Sir’s bedroom or a living room. People just walk in without any shame and completely ruin the place. It hasn’t even been ten minutes and look at them, these people have already destroyed the entire room)
“Look, Sita is here” Om says loudly.
I place the tray on the table and then turn toward them with a forced smile stretched across my face. I already know what they are going to ask me AgAiN.
“Sir, would you like to have coffee?” I ask politely.
They exchange teasing smiles with each other and then nod together, clearly enjoying this little drama.
“You know, Grover, this is the first time Bhai is allowing someone inside his room like ThIs” Yuv says, pointing directly at me.
I immediately gave him “what do you mean by ‘like this’?” eyes.
“Sambhal kar rehna, warna GG se sirf G reh jaoge” Shaurya says with a grin.
(Be careful or you’ll go from GG to just G)
I turn to look at them, confused. GG? My eyes shift from one face to another, trying to understand the joke.
“I’ll tell Boss not to take you both on the mission” Grover says, standing at the side with his usual unreadable expression.
“Sorry, sorry, Grover” Om and Yuv say together, instantly backing off.
Oh. So they are finally going on a mission. I hand them their coffee one by one. Then I lean slightly toward Ishi, lowering my voice.
“GG?” I whisper, my curiosity getting the better of me.
She chuckles softly, barely controlling her laughter and leans closer to my ear.
“Grover Gay” she whispers.
My eyes widen instantly in shock. He is gay? Kanhaaaaaaaaa ab samajh aaya mujhe is liye to is GG ne meri Taraf ko reject kar dia. Gay jo hai ye to ladkiyan kaha se pasand aaye gi ise.
(Kanhaaaaa, now everything makes sense. That’s why this GG rejected my Tara)
“But with whom is he in a relationship?” I ask her again, my voice slow and low, making sure no one else hears.
She grins mischievously, clearly enjoying my confusion. “Bhai” she says simply.
I nod my head at first but then my eyes widen in pure shock. H...he is gay? Kanhaaaaaaaaa kya sun rahi hu mai. Ohh to is liye apni fiancée ko bhao nahi deta. Aur is liye pura time bas Grover se chipka rahta hai. Kanha kya kya din dekhne pad rahe hai.
(Kanhaaaaaaaaa, what am I even hearing right now? Ohhh, so that’s why he never gives any attention to his fiancée. And that’s also why he stays glued to Grover all the time)
“How am I looking, Sita?” Yuv asks, standing in front of me and showing off his outfit confidently.
I look at all of them properly now and I must admit, they all look handsome.
“Handsome and dashing, sir” I say, giving a thumbs-up.
Their smiles grow proudly, chests lifting slightly at the compliment. I turn around casually and my breath catches when I see him standing near the closet door.
He is staring at me. Ayse dekh rahe hai jaise kaccha chaba jaye ge. Keri thodi na hu jo kaccha kha jaye ge.
(like he might chew me raw with his eyes)
“Come here” he says firmly.
I blink my eyes once, then twice, before slowly walking toward him. He steps inside the closet again and without any other choice, I follow him in.
Closet me hum akele. Dar laga raha hai.....Mujhe nahi sir ko. Mai kiun kisi se daru, mai to sita hu sita.
“Yes, sir?” I ask, standing at a safe distance from him, careful not to cross any invisible line.
“Where is my tie?” he asks, his voice calm.
I immediately turn toward the cabinet, my hands moving a little hurriedly. I take out his tie and turn back. Keeping my eyes lowered, I hold it out toward him. He takes it slowly from my hand.
“I’m going on a mission” he says calmly.
My hand slowly curls into a fist at my side. I don’t understand why he is telling me this. My chest tightens and my throat feels dry.
“Hm” I hum softly not able to form any proper words.
“I’ll come late” he adds.
This time, I slowly lift my gaze from the floor. He is standing in front of the mirror, adjusting his tie carefully, his face unreadable.
“Hm” I say again, my voice barely above a whisper.
He turns toward me suddenly and takes a step forward. My heart starts racing, partly out of fear and partly because of something I don’t want to name.
His eyes lock onto mine, intense and sharp. For the first time, I don’t look away. I stare back at him, my breathing uneven.
He takes one more step, leaving only a small gap between us. Just one step. He knows what we are. He knows everything. Still....
“I’m going” he says again, his eyes still holding mine.
Then he turns away and walks out of the closet, leaving me standing there alone. This isn’t how it is supposed to be. Why… why is he behaving like this with me?
I am scared of him, I know what he is capable of. And yet, the tension between us is something I don’t want, something I never asked for.
I hate myself. Kanha, I hate myself. It’s forbidden, Sita. It’s forbidden. I’m sorry, Kanha. I’m sorry.
A huge abandoned factory stands under the night sky. It is usually silent and calm but tonight it is filled with chaos. Gunshots echo everywhere. Explosions, shouting and screams break the stillness.
People are falling, some dying on the spot, some badly injured and some fighting back with everything they have left.
At the far corner of the factory, two large trucks stand parked. They are filled with rare items, items powerful enough to change a person’s destiny in mere seconds.
“Yuv, Om, be careful. And if even a single scratch appears on your skin, I’ll kill both of you” Zayran says sternly, his voice sharp as he makes sure his brothers are safe.
“Bhai, don’t worry. And you also come back fast” Yuv says, looking at his brother. Pride shines in his eyes, mixed deeply with worry.
“Go fast!” Zayran shouts loudly.
He turns around sharply and walks back inside the factory. He was in the middle of finalizing a deal. But before anyone can understand what was happening, a sudden attack breaks out.
A group of men charged toward them. These are not ordinary men, they are well-trained, skilled fighters, their movements sharp and deadly.
“Grover!” Zayran calls out. He throws a gun toward Grover without even looking back.
“Boss!” Grover fires instantly in Zayran’s direction, his aim perfect.
The bullet hits one of the attackers, killing him on the spot. Before Zayran can fully react, another man comes from behind and strikes him hard.
Zayran stumbles a step forward, his jaw tightening. Before he can turn around, the man hits him again, putting all his strength into the blow.
Zayran takes a deep breath and then turns around slowly. His eyes harden. The man charges toward him at full speed, ready to punch.
But before the man can even blink, Zayran grabs his fist mid-air. With brutal force, he strikes the man’s neck. The impact is so strong that the man nearly collapses.
Zayran doesn’t let him fall. He twists the man’s arm mercilessly. A loud crack echoes in the air as the bone breaks on the spot.
“Ahhhhhhh!” The man screams in pain and crashes onto the ground with a heavy thud, his arm lying at an unnatural angle, almost separated from his body.
Seeing this, four more men surround Zayran. They move carefully, forming a circle around him. Each one holds a sword tightly in his hand.
Zayran’s eyes move over them quickly. In that moment, he understands clearly, they are here for him, not for the deal, not for the goods.
“Boss!” Grover shouts. He throws a metal rod toward Zayran. Zayran catches it firmly in mid-air.
“Ahhhh!” All four men shout together as they rush toward him, swords raised high above their heads.
Zayran dodges their attacks swiftly, his movements fast. In the blink of an eye, he moves behind them and swings the rod with full force. It hits one of the men so hard that the sound of breaking bone fills the air.
Zayran is right when he says he doesn’t kill anyone because he attacks in such a way that the other person can never stand again.
He moves effortlessly, hitting two men one after another while fighting them head-on. Sweat drips down his face, mixing with blood. Blood is everywhere, on his clothes, on his skin. New wounds and fresh marks appear on his body even before the old ones can heal.
“Ahhhhh!” A man shouts and attacks Zayran from behind with a sword. The blade slices through his back. His clothes tear apart and a long, deep cut opens on his skin.
Blood immediately starts flowing. Zayran doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t even react to the pain. This lack of reaction makes the man who attacked him shiver in fear.
Zayran slowly turns around. His eyes darken, turning cold and deadly. Blood continues to drip from his back. The sword in the man’s hand starts trembling not because it is heavy but because Zayran looks completely unaffected by the attack.
Zayran lifts the rod calmly and in the very next second, strikes the man’s head with brutal force. The man falls to the ground, blood spilling from his head in an unsettling way.
The fight doesn’t stop. In fact, more people rush in, all with the same intention, to kill him.
Zayran’s men fight with everything they have, refusing to back down. Zayran is badly injured by now. His back is covered in wounds. His hands and face are injured too. Blood stains his clothes completely.
“Boss, are you okay?” Grover asks as he rushes toward Zayran.
Grover’s own face, hands and body are filled with wounds but he doesn’t care about himself. His concern is only for his boss.
“I’m fine, Grover” Zayran says. He throws the rod aside and starts walking toward his car. His men and Grover follow him silently from behind.
The entire factory is filled with dead bodies and blood, the floor soaked red under the dim lights.
He removes his shirt slowly. Taking a bottle, he pours the water over his face, closing his eyes. The wounds burn but he doesn’t react. Not even a flinch. Grabbing a T-shirt from the car, he wears it calmly, as if nothing happened.
“Let’s go” he says, sitting inside the car. His men and Grover look at him, stunned by how calm he is despite his condition. Grover doesn’t say anything. He simply starts the car and drives toward the mansion.
“Why am I not able to sleep?” Sita says softly, tossing and turning on her bed.
It’s already three in the morning, yet sleep feels miles away from her eyes. She wants to sleep, desperately but it just won’t come.
With a frustrated sigh, she sits up and pulls at her hair lightly. An uneasy feeling settles deep in her chest, something she can’t explain in words.
A knock echoes on the door. She turns her head toward the sound.
“Who is here?” she asks herself, her heart starting to beat faster as she slowly gets off the bed.
The knock comes again, louder this time.
“Who is here, Sita?” Tara asks sleepily, sitting up and looking toward the door.
“Let me check” Sita says quietly and walks toward the door.
She opens the door slowly and her breath catches in her throat when she sees him standing right in front of her. Shock hits her instantly. She steps back without thinking. Her hands tremble. Her entire body starts shaking.
“S...sir…” she whispers, tears gathering in her eyes as she takes in his face and his injured hands.
He takes slow steps and walks into the room without saying a word. Tara immediately understands the situation. She looks once at Grover standing outside and silently walks out, closing the door behind her.
He still doesn’t speak. He removes his T-shirt calmly.
The moment Sita’s eyes fall on his back, a sharp gasp leaves her mouth. Her eyes widen in horror as she sees his back, covered in wounds.
“S–sir… your… your back” she says, hardly able to speak properly. Her breathing turns heavy as her eyes remain fixed on the deep wounds on his back. The sight makes her chest ache.
“Treat my wounds” he says calmly and lies down on the cold floor of the room.
He looks unnaturally calm, as if he isn’t bearing any pain at all. After a moment, his eyes finally lift and fall on her. He just stares at her.
“B...but it’s too deep. I can’t… you need to go to the hospital, sir” she says, her voice breaking. At this point, tears slip down her cheeks.
He closes his eyes slowly. “Do it” he says firmly. He turns his back more toward her, leaving her no choice. Panic takes over her.
She rushes toward the cupboard and pulls out the first-aid kit with trembling hands. Her vision blurs with tears and her thoughts scatter. She can’t think properly. The only thing she knows right now is that she has to lessen his pain, no matter what.
She runs back to him, opening the kit in a hurry, taking out the medicines and bandages with shaky fingers. “Calm down” he says slowly, looking at her.
She lifts her eyes to meet his. The moment their gazes lock, more tears fall from her eyes, one after another.
He looks at her with emotions he is forbidden to feel. And she is already feeling something for him, something that is a sin for her to feel.
She wipes her face harshly with the back of her hand and forces herself to focus. Taking a deep breath, she starts cleaning his wound carefully.
The moment the white cotton touches his skin, it turns red with blood. Her hands shake but she doesn’t stop. She blows gently on his skin, thinking it must be hurting him badly.
But he doesn’t react at all. The pain doesn’t seem to affect him much.
His eyes remain fixed on her face. He watches every moment, the way she cries silently while looking at his wounds, the way her hands tremble again and again. Something shifts inside his mind without warning.
This is the first time in ages that someone is crying for him. Truly crying for him. His eyes don’t move away from her even for a second. He rests his chin on his hand, still watching her quietly.
“S...sir, please let me call the doctor” she says, her voice shaking. “I’m not able to treat you properly”
“No. You are enough” he says calmly.
She turns her head toward him. “Please” she whispers, her voice barely audible.
He sighs slowly and turns his head to the other side, avoiding her eyes. Seeing this as permission, Sita immediately gets up from the floor and rushes out of the room.
“C...call the doctor” she says urgently, looking at Grover, her eyes filled with panic and tears.
“He is already here” Grover replies without delay.
He rushes inside the room with the doctor. Sita follows them back in and stands quietly in the corner. Her tears don’t stop falling. She doesn’t understand what exactly is happening or maybe she does understand but she is not ready to accept it.
The doctor walks out of the room after treating him completely, followed by Grover. The room falls silent again. He slowly turns his head toward her.
“Why are you crying?” he asks, his gaze dropping to the floor where her tears are falling one after another.
She stands still, her eyes fixed on the ground, unable to answer him. Her throat feels tight. He knows. He knows everything. Yet he still asks her this question.
“L...lay on the bed” she says softly, her voice shaking.
He shakes his head slightly, like a stubborn child who doesn’t want to listen. Seeing this, she wipes her face roughly, trying to control her tears.
She walks toward her bed, picks up her pillow and duvet and then walks back toward him.
His eyes remain fixed on her, watching her every movement, every hesitation. She slowly brings the pillow closer to him. With hesitation, she nudges it under his head. He lifts his head a little, allowing her to place it properly. Then she gently covers him with the duvet.
He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath as her scent surrounds him, from the pillow, from the duvet.
Within moments he falls asleep right there on the floor of her room, careless of everything around him.
She sits down at the corner of the room, pulling her knees close to her chest. Her tears stop falling but her heart is still crying. She curls into a ball, her eyes fixed on him as he sleeps.
“Kanha, mere aansu kyun nahi ruk rahe?Main jaanti hoon… hum sab jaante hain yeh insaan kitna bura hai. Yeh har kisi ko takleef pahunchate hai.Par aaj inhe takleef mein dekh kar main kyun aise react kar rahi hoon? Kyun? Kanha, I beg you. Please… please stop me. Main kuch aisa nahi karna chahti, na hi kuch aisa mehsoos karna chahti jo mere liye…Sin ho. Please, I beg you, Kanha” She cries, mumbling to herself.
(Kanha, why are my tears not stopping? I know…
we all know how bad this man is. He hurts everyone.
But today, seeing him in pain, why am I reacting like this?
Why? Kanha, I beg you. Please… please stop me.
I don’t want to do something or feel something that is… a sin for me. Please, I beg you, Kanha)
She cries so hard that at one point her breathing almost stops, her chest rising and falling painfully.
But she doesn’t know that not everything is how it looks. And not everything goes the way it is planned.