"Innocence and Intrigue"

Part 4

Rudransh's POV:

Hikke ki awaaz sun kar mujhe jhatka laga aur main aur Rakesh dono apne chehre ko piche ki seat ki taraf mod diye dekhte hue ki kaun back seat mein hai. Fir maine ek ladki ko dekha, uski umar lagbhag 20 saal hogi mujhe lagta hai aur uska sharir ek purush apni mahila ke liye chaahta hai aur uske baal uske kamar tak pahunche hue hain mujhe lagta hai aur uske bhure aankhen akarshit kar rahi hain. 

Main hamesha sochta tha ki meri neeli aankhen dusre rang ki aankhon se zyada akarshak hain lekin bina kuch kahe bhi usne mujhe yeh belief tod diya ki uske paas zyada akarshak aankhen hain aur jo masoomiyat aur pavitrata ko darshata hai. Maine uske aankhon mein kisi cheez ka bhay dekha jo mujhe pasand nahi aaya usmein aur main chahata hoon ki main un aankhon ko sambhaalu aur kahoon ki sab theek hai fir uski awaaz ne mera trace tod diya jo kisi ko bhi badi asaani se pighla sakti hai aise hi uski awaaz mein bhi dusron ke liye gusse dar hain aur usmein alag alag prakar ki udasi hai jise main karan nahi jaan sakta. 

Voh meri maa ke alawa pehli vyakti hai jinhone us awaaz se baat ki. Aur main dekh sakta hoon ki Rakesh ko kuch sahanubhooti ki nazar hai jo mujhe pasand nahi hai lekin mujhe us nazar ke peeche kaaran pata hai kyunki usse pata hai ki mujhe pasand nahi hai ki koi bhi mera saman meri ijazat ke bina istemal kare aur uske upar uski awaaz, usne kabhi bhi kisi ko mere saath aise baat karte hue nahi dekha aur uske liye kuch chinta bhi hai.

(I was shocked to hear the hiccup sound, and both Rakesh and I turned our faces towards the back seat to see who was there. Then I saw a girl, she must be around 20 years old, with a figure that any man desires for his woman, and her hair reached down to her hips, I think, and her brown eyes were captivating. 

I always thought my blue eyes were more attractive than eyes of other colors, but without saying anything, she shattered that belief, showing that she has more attractive eyes, which reflect innocence and purity. I saw a fear in those eyes that I didn't like, and I wanted to reassure them that everything was okay, but her voice interrupted my thoughts, a voice that could easily melt anyone. In her voice, there was anger and fear for others, and there were different kinds of sadness that I couldn't understand the reason for.

 She's the first person, other than my mother, to speak with that voice. And I can see that Rakesh has a sense of sympathy, which I don't like, but I know the reason behind that look because he knows that I don't like anyone using my things without my permission. And upon hearing her voice,he saw someone talking to me like that for the first time, which worried him. He has never seen anyone talk to me like that, and he's also concerned for her.

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Author's POV:

Mumbai ke vyast shahar mein ek andhere kamre mein, ek akela vyakti ek kursi par adhiyatmik vichar mein baithe tha, unki aankhen band thi. Achanak, ek aane wale vyakti ke urgent qadam ki awaaz ne chuppi ko tod diya.

(In a secluded room enveloped in shadows within the bustling city of Mumbai, a lone figure sat motionless in a chair, their eyes shut in contemplation. Suddenly, the silence was shattered by the urgent footsteps of an approaching figure.)

"Sir, aapko ek phone call aaya hai," dakhil ne wale ne dheere se kaha, kamre ki shaanti ko todte hue.

("Sir, you've got a call," the intruder whispered, breaking the stillness of the room.)Ek dheere se, kursi par baithe vyakti ne phone ko pakadte hue bahut dhire se kaha, "Haan."(With a deliberate slowness, the person in the chair reached out and grasped the phone, their expression unreadable. "Yes," they replied curtly.)

Phone ki doosri taraf, ek awaaz goonjti thi, sunne wale ke kamar tak ek thandak chali gayi. Turant hi, phone ke praptak ne apna vyavahar badal diya, unka pakad phone par itna majboot ho gaya ki vo siharne laga. Ek achanak gusse ki fauran jhataka ke saath, unhone device ko zameen par phenk diya, kamre mein shor mach gaya.

(On the other end of the line, a voice echoed, sending a chill down the listener's spine. Instantly, the recipient's demeanor shifted, their grip on the phone tightening until it creaked in protest. With a sudden burst of rage, they hurled the device to the ground, the clatter echoing through the room.)

Unka gussa itna tez tha ki unke aas paas ke log bhay se piche hat gaye. Jab phone ke tukde zameen par phaile hue the, to kamre mein mahaul ka tanav aur bhi badh gaya.

(The intensity of their anger was palpable, causing those nearby to shrink back in fear. As the pieces of the shattered phone lay scattered on the floor, the tension in the room thickened.)

Un vyakti se mudkar, jisne phone diya tha, vaha prashansa, "Humaare agent se sampark karo. Kaho unhe nishana ko hatayein aur saboot ikattha karein."

(Turning to the individual who had delivered the call, the figure demanded, "Contact our operative. Tell them to eliminate the target and secure the evidence.")

Kanpate hue haathon se, anuyayi ne number dial kiya, har ghanti kamre ke tanav ko badaata. Ant mein, jaise hi phone uthaya gaya, vo vyakti kaafi samay tak suna.

(With trembling hands, the subordinate dialed the number, each ring amplifying the tension in the room. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the call was answered.)

Doosri taraf, ek awaaz asurakshitata ke saath baat kar rahi thi. "Hum mushkilat ka samna kar rahe hain. Nishana hamare nazaron ke samne thi, lekin phir se gayab ho gayi," unhone asafalta se bhari shabd kaha, unka vyaktitva frustration se bhar gaya tha.

(On the other end, a voice crackled with uncertainty. "We're encountering difficulties. The target vanished before our eyes," they confessed, their words dripping with frustration.)

Ek tez gusse ka toofan kamre mein ghoom utha, jab samasya ki gambhirta ko samjha gaya. "Usse dhoondo," vyakti ne daanto ke saath kaha. "Usse subah tak hatana chahiye. Koi bahaane nahi."

(A surge of fury coursed through the room as the gravity of the situation sunk in. "Find her," the figure commanded through gritted teeth. "She must be eliminated by morning. No excuses.")

Shraddhaavan kaan, unhe order ki gambhirata ko grahan karne mein thandak mahsus hui. Apne prayaason ka vaada karte hue, phone ki doosri taraf ki awaaz bhi dhadak uthi.

(A chill swept through the listener as they absorbed the severity of the order. Promising to redouble their efforts, the voice on the line trembled with apprehension.)

Jab call samapt hui, ek bhari chup chaap aayi, jisme maujood logon ke khichde saanson ke alawa kuch nahi sunai diya. Kamre ke kam roshni mein, vyakti ne ek gehri, pareshani se bhari saans li, unke bhayankar shabd ka bojh hawa mein latka hua tha.

(As the call ended, a heavy silence descended, broken only by the ragged breaths of those present. In the dim light of the room, the figure let out a deep, exasperated sigh, the weight of their ominous words hanging in the air.)

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                                                                                       Author's Note:

English is not my native language, so I appreciate your understanding if there are any errors in my writing. Your feedback is valuable to me, so please let me know in the comments if you enjoyed my story or if there's anything I can improve upon. Thank you for your support, and I look forward to seeing you again soon!