The Marriage Episode 4

Episode 4

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Saanchi ran to the door of the hotel room and screamed. A whole crowd gathered. Kushal, Neeraj and Mushtaque came running along with Mr. Bhalla and Mr. Chopra. Gasping for breath, she pointed towards the dead body of Dewaan. Everyone there rushed to the dead body. The hotel staff informed the doctor. Help arrived. However, he was pronounced dead.

Saanchi kept on shivering. She hoped maybe police might come for investigation and she could escape. But, nothing as such happened. Dewaan’s body was sent to a secluded place for cremation. The doctor had said it seemed like a case of massive stroke. Postmortem would have revealed what had caused the attack. However, sending the body for postmortem was out of question.

No one slept that night. Saanchi sat at one corner with cheeks stained with tears, hair tied into a messy bun, in her denim trousers and cotton v necked tshirt. Kushal said grimly to Bhalla and Chopra, ‘ We have to shift this girl tomorrow to the venue. You guys can have fun with her there.’ Kushal then looked at Neeraj and said, ‘ Do you have her fake passport and visa ready?’ Neeraj handed over a passport to Kushal and said, ‘ All set.’ Kushal smiled and said, ‘ Great.’ Bhalla then said worriedly, ‘ Dewaan died suddenly. He was all fine. I am still contemplating whether it’s a natural death or not?’ Kushal looked coldly at Bhalla and said solemnly, ‘ What do you mean? It’s just your team and our team here. Who would kill him? He was old. Heart attacks do happen at this age. Also, maybe after seeing this sexy lady, his heart could not adjust’, saying that Kushal smiled wickedly. Chopra was sweating. He said, ‘ This girl sure is hot. But Dewaan has handled hot girls well. This could not be a reason for his heart attack.’ Neeraj replied slyly, ‘ So, you know a lot, don’t you, Chopra?’ Saying that Neeraj looked at Mushtaque. Mushtaque casually touched the gun tucked neatly underneath his leather belt. Chopra knew it would be wise to keep quiet.

Kushal said, ‘ Pay us the money and take this girl with you tomorrow.’ Bhalla looked at Kushal and said, ‘ The deal was signed with Dewaan. Now, that Dewaan is no more, we cannot trust you with all the money. What if, after we pay, we die mysteriously? After all, this girl is your wife. How do we trust you?’ Kushal got up from the chair and pulled Bhalla’s collar and said, ‘ How dare you doubt me? Mushtaque, kill him.’ Mushtaque quickly took out his gun, when Neeraj calmed Kushal and told Mushtaque to keep his gun back. Neeraj said, ‘ Kushal, this is business. Let us respect each other’s views. Let them take Saanchi with them. They can transfer the money from there.’ Kushal said, ‘ And how can we trust them? What if they don’t transfer the money?’ Neeraj smiled and said, ‘ They will. They will have to. We will go with them.’ Kushal looked at Neeraj and said, ‘ You mean You, I and Mushtaque?’ Neeraj held Kushal’s hand and said, ‘ Yes we all. Once Saanchi is sold to our dealers there, Mushtaque will ensure the money is transferred. After all he is our best sniper’. Bhalla said, ‘ That’s fine. You guys come with us. We don’t cheat in business.’

No one slept that night. Saanchi was made to wear the finest business casuals. In a knee length pink pencil skirt and white formal top, with pearl eardrops and stilettos, she looked alluringly gorgeous. She was forced to apply make up so that no one could see her puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. Mushtaque wore a dark blue collared full shirt, with black trousers and black formal jacket. His ray ban aviator glares were always there covering his cold brown eyes. He walked closely with Saanchi ensuring she knows, if she tried to run, she will be shot. Neeraj and Kushal were together through out. Bhalla, Chopra and all their body guards boarded the vehicles to the airport. Mushtaque, Kushal and Neeraj boarded a different vehicle. Saanchi was made to sit in the rear seat with Kushal, while Mushtaque drove and Neeraj sat in the passenger seat. Kushal caressed Saanchi’s cheek and said, ‘ I am sorry sweetheart. But, this is what I do for a living. Once you reach the dealer’s place, you won’t feel lonely. Just ensure, you allow everyone to enjoy you.’ Saanchi pushed Kushal away with force and disgust. Kushal laughed out loudly and said, ‘ Oh, my angry lady.’

All of them boarded the flight. Saanchi got a window seat. Bhalla sat beside her. Bhalla squeezed Saanchi’s body gently. Saanchi pushed Bhalla with her elbow. Bhalla let out a wicked laugh and said, this entire 6 hours, I am going to touch you lady.’ Just then the air hostess came and told Saanchi, ‘ Maám, if you don’t mind, would you like to change your seat with that elderly lady sitting in the first row. She gets panic attacks whenever she boards an aircraft, and she needs a window seat. Saanchi quickly stood up and said, ‘ Yes please.’ She went and sat in the first row where the elderly lady was sitting. The elderly lady thanked Saanchi profusely. Saanchi wished she could talk to the air plane crew to rescue her. She was happy she was now in a different seat away from those monsters. Just when she was about to talk to an air hostess, someone came and sat beside her. It was Mushtaque. He whispered, ‘ Don’t act smart lady or else your parents will be no more. You won’t be able to attend their funeral as well. You know what I mean, right?’ Saanchi sat there miserable.

They reached their destination. They reached the plush hotel. Everyone was allotted a room. The rooms were on the 26th floor and Saanchi’s room was thoroughly guarded by Bhalla and Chopra’s body guards and crew. Mushtaque was given the room just opposite Saanchi’s room. The room adjacent to Saanchi’s room was occupied by Neeraj and Kushal. There was no telephone in Saanchi’s room. Saanchi wanted to die. She knew there was no way she could get out of here. These monsters will rip her body apart. She thought about her parents. She closed her eyes. She saw her mom and dad. They wouldn’t want her to die. They would want her to fight and not give up. She went to the bathroom. She had to soak herself in some warm water to make herself realise that she was alive. Tomorrow she will be sold off. Maybe she will find a way out there. Maybe there would be some other miserable souls like her there. Maybe she could team up. She knew nothing. Everything was dark. These monsters… they all have guns. How can anyone escape. She sat in the bathtub, cried, sobbed and finally came out. She took a nice shower and wore the bathrobe and started drying her hair with the hair dryer. Suddenly, the front door of her room opened, someone came in. Someone then opened the bathroom door. Saanchi froze. It was Bhalla. Short and potbellied with lecherous eyes, Bhalla came closer to Saanchi. Saanchi shivered and said, ‘ Don’t…. don’t touch me. GO AWAY… Saanchi screamed. Bhalla laughed and said, ‘ No one will come to your rescue baby. Saanchi pushed Bhalla and ran out of the bathroom. Bhalla slipped and fell into the bathtub full of water. He smiled wickedly and said, Ít’s okay baby, my wet clothes anyway has to get out of my body.’ Just when he said that he started screaming as if some flash of lightning went into his body. He wriggled, shivered and screamed. Saanchi ran to see what was happening. The switched on hairdryer was there in the water of the bathtub sending electric shocks to Bhalla’s body. Bhalla was no more. The hairdryer could not have fallen in the water on its own, that too in switched on mode…….

To be continued…