Kanpur ke docks ke paas wala underground grain cellar bilkul suffocate kar raha tha. Garmi aisi thi jaise kisi ne geela kambal tan pe laga diya ho. Ek chhoti si oil lamp ki kampati hui roshni mein Nishat Begum crouch karke baithi thi. Uske haathon mein thin parchment tha aur woh British troop coordinates carefully transfer kar rahi thi. Uske dil ki dhadkan tez thi lekin ungliyan steady. Ek galti aur uska poora khel khatam.
Woh kabhi sun nahi paayi.
Lamp ekdum se bujh gayi. Andhera itna gehra ho gaya ki saans bhi ruk gayi. Ek badi si strong arm uske waist pe lock ho gayi aur usko peeche ki taraf jhatke se kheench liya. Nishat ki back ek solid wall of muscle aur armour se takra gayi. Ek bada haath uske dono wrists ko ek saath pakad ke upar le gaya, doosra haath uske fingers se parchment chheen gaya.
“Traitor…” gehra, rough voice uske kaan ke bilkul paas aaya. “Main jaanta tha rumours sahi hain, Nisha Begum.”
Devraj Peshwa. Nana Sahib ka sabse ruthless commander. Nishat ne usko pehle sirf door se dekha tha — itna broad, scars se bhara hua, aankhen bilkul cold. Ab wahi arms usko completely immobile kar chuki thi. Uske thin muslin angrakha ke through usko Devraj ke body ki garmi feel ho rahi thi, hard chest, cold metal of armour uski spine mein dig kar raha tha.
“Chhod mujhe!” Nishat ne Urdu mein hiss kiya, zor se twist karte hue. “Tujhe nahi pata main kaun hoon.”
Devraj ne grip aur tight kar diya. “Main bilkul jaanta hoon. High-status tawaif. Court-trained. British secrets bechti hai apne family ko protect karne ke liye, aur rebels ke saamne smile karti hai. Tera double game aaj khatam.”
Usne usko ghumaya aur damp wall se zor se sata diya. Ek forearm uske throat pe rakh diya — choke nahi kar raha tha, bas itna pressure ki Nishat ko feel ho ki woh kitni aasani se usko khatam kar sakta hai. Doosre haath mein chheena hua parchment tha.
“Tu Colonel Whitmore ko aaj midnight ko old temple pe akela leke aayegi. Warna kal poora shehar ek traitress ko hang hote hue dekhega.”
Nishat ke dil ne jor ka dhakka maara lekin uski awaaz cold hi rahi. “Main mana karti hoon.”
Devraj ki aankhon mein kuch dark sa flash hua. Woh aur kareeb aa gaya. Uske breath mein gunpowder, sweat aur iron ki smell thi.
“Phir pehle main woh lega jo main chahta hoon.”
Uske lips uske munh pe crash ho gaye — kiss nahi, ek pure claim. Nishat ne uske lip ko itna zor se kaata ki blood nikal aaya. Devraj ne grunt kiya, dono wrists ko ek haath se upar pin kar diya aur doosre haath se uske angrakha ka front faad diya. Cloth phatne ki awaaz cellar mein goonj gayi. Cool air uske bare breasts pe padi. Nishat ne knee maarni ki koshish ki, lekin Devraj ne apni thigh se block kar diya aur uske against aur zor se press kar diya. Usne clearly feel kiya ki woh kitna hard ho chuka hai.
“Jitna marzi lad,” usne uske munh pe mutter kiya, “tera body toh already jawab de raha hai.”
Sach tha, aur Nishat isse nafrat karti thi. Jaise hi Devraj ne usko overpower kiya, uske pet ke neeche heat pool hone lagi thi. Saalon se desire ko weapon bana ke use karne ki wajah se uska body dominance ke liye sensitive ho chuka tha, aur Devraj us dominance ko forge ki garmi ki tarah radiate kar raha tha. Nishat ne twist kiya, tez Urdu mein gaaliyan di, ek haath free karke uske neck pe nails chalaye. Devraj ne sirf growl kiya aur usko phir se ghumaya, usi crate pe jhukaa diya jiske upar woh likh rahi thi. Nishat ka cheek rough wood pe press ho gaya. Devraj ne ek hi brutal motion mein uska lehenga kamar tak kheench liya.
Neeche kuch nahi tha. Practical tha night work ke liye. Cool air aur uski hot stare se Nishat ka body kaamp utha.
“Dekh khud ko,” Devraj ki awaaz thick ho gayi. “Jo aadmi tujhe maar sakta hai uske liye already wet hai.”
Uski ungliyan uske thighs ke beech slid ho gayi, proof mil gaya, aur Nishat ek aisi awaaz nikaali jo half fury thi half unwanted moan. Devraj ne ek-do baar stroke kiya, slickness failayi, phir bina warning ke do moti ungliyan andar dhakel di. Nishat ki back arch ho gayi. Usne legs band karne ki koshish ki; Devraj ne apne knee se unko aur wide kar diya.
“Ab bhi mission refuse kar rahi hai?” usne poocha, ungliyon ko us jagah curl karte hue jisse Nishat ki aankhon ke saamne sparks se udne lage.
“Fuck you,” usne gasp kiya.
“Tu karegi.”
Devraj ne ek haath se khud ko free kiya. Uske cock ka blunt, garam head uske entrance pe press hua. Kaafi der tak woh wahan ruka, Nishat ko apna size feel karne diya — threat aur promise dono. Nishat ki saansen tez-tez chal rahi thi. Uske mind mein har survival calculation chillata raha, lekin uske hips khud-ba-khud aadha inch peeche shift ho gaye.
Devraj ne ek hard thrust maara.
Stretch itna tha ki jalan ho gayi. Nishat ne zor se chillayi, awaaz stone walls pe echo huyi. Usne adjust karne ka time nahi diya — peeche khincha aur phir se poora andar tak dhakel diya, ek ruthless rhythm set kar diya jo crate ko hilane laga. Ek haath uske hip pe tha, doosra aage jakar uske nipples ko rough tarike se kheench raha tha uske thrusts ke saath. Yeh dual sensation uske gusse ko dangerous seconds ke liye short-circuit kar deta. Nishat usko gaaliyan dete hue bhi peeche dhakka de rahi thi, har stroke ko mil rahi thi kyunki rukna aur bura lag raha tha.
“Baad mein nafrat karna,” Devraj ne uske neck pe grit karke kaha. “Abhi tu bas le.”
Nishat ek broken sob ke saath cum ho gayi, uski walls uske around tightly clamp ho gayi, orgasm uski marzi ke khilaaf nikal gaya. Devraj kuch moments baad follow kiya, khud ko deep tak daal ke andar hi chod diya, ek low possessive groan ke saath. Kaafi der tak sirf unki bhaari saansen aur door nadi ke paar cannons ki awaaz sunai de rahi thi.
Usne dheere se bahar nikala, Nishat ko ghumaya, aur apne bloodied lip ko haath ke back se wipe kiya. “Ab letter likh.”
Nishat ki legs kaamp rahi thi. Cum uski inner thigh se neeche slide kar raha tha. Woh uske face pe thookna chahti thi. Lekin usne woh fresh parchment chheen liya jo Devraj ne uski taraf dhakela aur furious, steady strokes mein bait message likh diya. Devraj uske peeche khada tha, uske bare shoulders pe bhaari haath rakhe hue. Nishat ke baalon se aati jasmine ki khushboo uske armour ki metallic tang aur abhi hue sex ki musk se mil rahi thi.
“Tu iska pachtayega,” Nishat ne English mein kaha, awaaz low aur deadly.
“Main already pachta raha hoon,” Devraj ne Hindi mein jawab diya. “Aur ab main tujhe own karta hoon.”
Cellar ka door ekdum se andar ki taraf explode ho gaya.
Teen British sepoys, jinhone rebel clothing chura rakhi thi, steps se neeche utre, muskets uthaye hue. Devraj toofan ki tarah move hua. Usne Nishat ko ek grain sack ke peeche dhakel diya, apni tulwar nikaali, aur unse steel aur blood ke blur mein takra gaya. Ladai short lekin bahut brutal thi. Ek sepoy ka elbow se arm kat gaya. Doosre ke throat mein curved blade chubh gaya. Teesre ne Devraj ke armour ke plates ke beech bayonet ghusaa diya, ribs ke beech deep, uske pehle tulwar ne usko collarbone se hip tak faad diya.
Phir silence. Sirf Devraj ki harsh breathing. Woh wall se lean kar gaya, ungliyon ke beech se khoon beeh raha tha. Uski giri hui pistol floor pe roll hoti hui Nishat ke bare feet ke paas ruk gayi.
Nishat usko dekhne lagi.
Ek shot. Azaadi. Badla. British lines tak escape, saari information abhi bhi uske dimaag mein.
Devraj wall se lag ke usko dekh raha tha, dard se aankhen sikudi hui, wait kar raha tha ki yeh traitress kya choose karegi.
Nishat ne pistol ko zor se shadows mein kick maar diya.
Usne apne phate hue veil se ek lambi strip faadi, cellar cross kiya, aur silk ko uske ribs ke wound pe zor se press kar diya. Devraj ka khoon turant uske haathon ko geela aur sticky bana gaya. Usne surprising strength ke saath uska wrist pakad liya.
“Kyun?” usne rasp kiya.
“Kyunki murde secrets nahi rakh sakte,” Nishat ne whisper kiya. “Aur tu ab mera secret ban chuka hai.”
Devraj ne wound ke bawajood usko apne chest se zor se chipka liya, ek arm iron ki tarah uske around band ho gayi. Uske lips uske temple pe brush hue, awaaz bilkul dark promise thi.
“Tu Kanpur kabhi nahi chhodegi mere bina, Nisha Begum. Ab tu mera permanent secret hai.”
Bahar siege guns phir se garaj uthi. Andar cellar mein, bodies ke beech, sex aur khoon ki smell mein, double agent aur rebel commander andhere mein ek doosre ko pakde khade the. Dono jaante the ki unke beech asli jung abhi shuru hi hui thi.
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