The Marriage

Episode 6

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#Disclaimer: This is an original work of fiction. Any relation to any person or organism living or dead is purely coincidental. This story cannot be published, copied or reproduced elsewhere without the consent of the author Rhituparna Chakraborty. This is a work of imagination with no intention to hurt anyone.

They all went inside. There was a long hallway with armed men and cctv cameras through out. Kushal, Neeraj, Mushtaque, Chopra and Saanchi were escorted by four gun men. Saanchi was petrified to the core. She knew she could never escape from here. There were innumerable cruel looking rugged men guarding the premises. Saanchi knew she was doomed. There was no way out of this hell.

The gunmen led them to the room of their head dealer. There he was, Mr. Burns or that’s what people called him. No one knew his real name. Tall as a ladder, bald head, fair skin with wrinkles and cold eyes, Mr. Burns looked like an epitome of ruthlessness. He was seated comfortably in his revolving super comfortable chair. The moment he saw Kushal, he got up, hugged him and said, ‘ I thought you will deliver the material through Chopra. Never knew you would come with a team.’ Kushal smiled and said, ‘ I had no intention of coming here but circumstances were such that we had to come.’ Burns looked at Saanchi with lecherous eyes and told Kushal, ‘ I am aware of all that happened. Whosoever killed Dewaan and Bhalla will not be spared. Sooner or later we will know who did that.’ Burns then called the gunmen, pointed at Saanchi and said, ‘ Take this girl. You know where to keep her.’ The gunmen held Saanchi tight. Saanchi cried and screamed trying to set herself free. She cried, ‘ Where are you taking me? Let me go, please, let me go.’ No one listened to her. She was ruthlessly taken away. Her scream echoed. However, no one cared.

Burns then looked at Kushal and said, ‘ So, how do we close the deal? I mean only one of you can stay back for the transaction. Chopra will take care of it. So, who is going to be there with Chopra?’ Kushal said, ‘ Mushtaque will be there. Chopra can go ahead with the transaction in Mushtaque’s presence.’ Burns said, ‘ Fine then. You can then go and relax in our guest house adjacent to this building.’ Burns then called some trusted guys of his and said, ‘ Make Kushal and Neeraj comfortable in the guestroom. Ensure they get all they ask for. Tomorrow, at sharp 7:00 a.m., pick them up and drop them at the airport. Ask Tim to immediately send the ticket details to Kushal.’ The men nodded and escorted Kushal and Neeraj to the guest house. The guest house was lavish. Right from floor to entire decor, everything was super expensive and extraordinarily beautiful. The room assigned to Kushal and Neeraj was enormous with all the luxurious stuff. The moment they arrived at the room, a beautiful room attendant came with food. All the scrumptious snacks, right from crispy calamari, to mozzarella sticks to celery sticks, tartar sauce, baked beans, hummus, pita bread, chicken wings, red wine, fresh water, it had it all. Neeraj looked at the food and rushed to grab a bite. The attendant left. Just when Neeraj was about to eat something, Kushal asked Neeraj coldly, ‘ Since when did you start keeping a gun with you?’ Neeraj looked at Kushal in utter shock and said, ‘What are you talking about?’ Kushal went near Neeraj’s bag, opened it, took out the gun and showed it, ‘ This Gun.’ Neeraj stood there shocked. He said trying to defend himself, ‘I….I never use a gun. How did they even allow a gun inside. They checked my bag.’ Kushal took the gun and said unemotionally, ‘They allowed because you are with me. I am a trusted associate of Burns and Chopra. They allowed us to bring guns because I and Chopra have been working with Burns for years now. But, you deceived me Neeraj. I did not expect this from you.’ Neeraj shivered and said, ‘ Trust me Kushal. I don’t know how the gun came here.’ Kushal smiled wickedly and said, ‘ And you did not know who tried to shoot me last night?’ Neeraj looked at Kushal bewildered and said, ‘ You….you think, I can do that to you? Kushal?? This is what my love means to you?’. Kushal yelled at the top of his voice and said, ‘ In our business, we learned, never trust anyone…’

Meanwhile, Saanchi was forced into a tiny room. When she entered, there were two girls already there. They looked haggard and worn out. The girls had dark circles underneath their eyes and they were made to wear skimpy clothes. After pushing Saanchi inside the room, the gunmen locked the door and left. Terrified to the core, Saanchi walked slowly towards the empty bed. The two girls looked at her from their beds. They were tired. They were scared. Their looks said, they had given up. They looked weak. Seeing Saanchi, one of them said weakly with a stifled voice, ‘ We had hoped we would not see any more girl coming here again. We did not want any more girl to suffer. I am not happy to see you here.’ Hearing her, Saanchi covered her face and sobbed bitterly. The girl tried to get up from her bed and with wobbly feet, walked towards Saanchi, hugged her and said, ‘ I am Riya.’ The other girl also came and said weakly, ‘ I am Samaira.’ Samaira patted Saanchi and said, ‘ Cry as much as you want. After some time you will be left with no tears like us. This is a hell hole.’ Riya said in a feeble voice, ‘ Tomorrow they will take us to another hell along with the other girls in other rooms. Saanchi looked at them bewildered and said, ‘ More girls!’ Samaira said, ‘ Yes, around 20. They check us everyday. They touch every part of our body everyday and the worst part is they don’t let us die. Wish someone would come and kill us because no one can come and save us.’ Saanchi listened quietly. Riya said, ‘They drug us every night so that we are weak the whole day. By the time the drug effect fades at night, they are here to drug us again. They will drug you too.’ Saanchi shivered and cried. Just then the door opened. A cruel looking, sturdy man came inside with a box of injections, food and some clothes. The clothes were for Saanchi. Saanchi wished she could die. She hoped the injection would have poison instead of drugs. The man yelled, ‘Eat your food quickly. After that, I have to inject these medicines on you. The girls devoured their food because if they don’t they would be beaten. Saanchi nibbled her food slowly. After they ate, the man took out one injection from the box, came closer to Saanchi and held Saanchi’s right hand tightly. The needle of the injection went closer to Saanchi’s skin. Before it could touch Saanchi’s skin, the lights went out and the man fell on the floor. Someone had shot the man with a gun with a silencer fixed on it. Shooting in the dark and that too right at the target was not a child’s play.

To be continued……..