The Mafia's unique revenge

AN YEAR LATER

It was an year when everyone lost

Some lost their heart; others hope

Some lost their smiles while others sanity.

Some losses were more tangible than others..

Some lost a part of them..others a dream..

The year that brought only tears

It was an year when everyone lost

As she walked out of aeroplane at Mumbai airport Rash realised that her loss was looming at her. An year before she was diagnosed with Uterine cancer. And the treatment required hysterectomy. So she hid her illness from Jeet. He was obssessed with winning elections. And now elections are over. She had no doubts about him winning them.

BUT MOTHERHOOD WAS NOW A DISTANT DREAM FOR HER.

Rash was very maternal. She loved kids and always wished for her own. Now that wish was lost.

Jeet knew everything. Guru and Shaun were regular visitors.

" He knows", said Shaun once.

She forbade him from coming. She could not do this anymore. She cried as she collected her luggage. SHE WAS BACK. Now she has to deal with her life.

Meanwhile

Shaun was in a discussion with a Psychatrist.

" She does eat. Also she has started to speak. But she refuses to move on. Her husband is at a complete loss", said Shaun.

" She is bottelling up her pain. She must express herself more", said the doctor.

" The question is how", said a worried Shaun.

Shaun lost his heart.

He was in love. And fate handed him a lost hand. The girl he fell for hated him , was married to his best friend and worst was scared of him.

Shaun wished only the best for Chanchal. His God knows how much he has hurt her in past. He tried to apologise but Chanchal would go completely quiet when he was around. He broke down when she was brought in hospital drenched in her blood fighting for her life.

SHE HAD NO WILL TO LIVE. Those seven days she fought for her life...Rather doctors fought as she gave up..She was the one who decided to end it...

And why?

Shaun lauged derisively at himself. This was his punishment. For a man who saves life. To see love of your life marching towards a sure death.

IN HIS ROOM HE SAT IN FOR A PRAYER TO NOT TO ABSOLVE HIS SINS BUT SEEK PUNISHMENT FOR THEM.

Paradise

Zeeshan Qureshi was on a call.

" She won't like me coming there CPS ", he said.

" You are her best friend", said Mr. Sharma.

" She is hiding in a hole. Running away from her problems instead of facing them. Even Jeet is not able to help her".

" I am now a taboo CPS, a criminal", said Zeeshu in pain.

" You are one of the few good men left", said Mr. Sharma, " Irrespective of profession you chose."

" I miss her", sighed Zeeshan. "If given a wish I want to rewind time and reach that year when I met her". His voice was heavy.

Rashmi Sharma...His best friend, the love of his life and the woman for whom he will happily lay down his life.

Flashback

" You should divorce this loser and marry me", he had said pointing to Ranjeet . " I will treat you like a princess."

They were in a bar. Rash giggled as she sipped her red wine.

" He won't let me", she said. " Maybe we can have an affair".

" Record it", smirked Jeet . " So that I can better it and she is assured that I am the best".

" Arrogant much", said Rash.

" Truthful", he said smacking her lips.

" He is self obsessed and I am obsessed about you", said Zeeshu to her. " Another reason to leave him.

Rash kept on giggling whole night. Even when both of them treated her like a queen that night in the bed.

Zeeshu gave her an amulet as his love token next morning.

" I will always love you", he had said.

She had cried then. So much....

Flashback ends

He knew it was still on her hand.

Tears were flowing from his eyes.

HE LOST HIS HEART WAY BEFORE, LOST HIS LOVE TO JEET NEXT AND NOW EVEN LOST THE RIGHT TO HOLD HER IN HIS ARMS.

Guru was with his father

Paramjeet Walia was a supreme court judge.

" What's wrong with you"?

" I don't want to get married", replied Guru. "Ever". So stop pestering me. Its embarrassing ".

" And the reason is", asked his father.

" I hate intimacy", he said. " My life is my work and my friends".

" You should see a doctor", his father said.

" I am fine the way I am. So this is how I will be", he replied.

" But"..

Guru has already left.

He came in his room and shut it.

" Be a good boy and make your mom happy. Will you Guru"?

He cursed and desperately searched a cigarratte. Smoking did not help. He took out a stash, filled it in and smoked again.

Remembering how he lost his innocence and childhood forever.

Drug kicked in. His senses left him as he lied unconscious in his bed.

Singhabia Villa

Sumeet entered Chanchal's studio wothout knocking. She was forbidden from locking any doors on him. She never locked after he expicitly forbade it. SHE WAS GOOD AT FOLLOWING ORDERS. His gut churned.

A morbidity existed in the room. A deep sense of loss.

As he searched her he spotted her in a corner painting a canvass. He knew what she painted these days. But he was a glutton for punsihments. He quietly stood at her back and saw her painting.

A dead child, a broken crib, splashes of blood , broken toys.

She painted these things again and again. Sometimes there would be a girl weeping. There would be no face. Just tears of blood dripping from her eyes. He felt suffocated...

SHE WAS IN DEEP PAIN. She swirled into a depression from which her mind and heart refuse to come back. Back to him. His love.

Sumeet cried What love? All he ever gave her was miseries and pains.

Chanchal lost her unborn child, her will to live and her sanity.

AND HE WAS THE REASON.

And what did he lose..

HIS SHOT AT HAPPINESS...

Forever and ever. Again and again.

She has only suffered torture at his hands.

A distrust at first, humiliation, r*pe probably and a vendetta which destroyed her and him.

She had very few words to begin with. Now she would not speak for days. She tried to end her life...TWICE NOW...

He could not breath..he panted laughing derisively at himself....What a justice !

He remembered Kash's words

" Chanchal is precious and one day you will repent".

It was that day now....

He stared at her and that painting continiously torturing himself for this was his repentance.

He could still remember that night.

Flashback

They were returning from a party. She was now 4 months pregnant.

His job was well planned and executed. She was pregnant within an year of their marriage.

Chanchal took good care of herself. It was her USP she knew. Her ability to reproduce. This was the basis of her marriage to Sumeet. She took her vitamins on time, never missed an appointment, ate well and took plenty of morning walks. She cried happy tears when she first heard her baby's heart beats.

Sumeet now in complete awe of her was like her shadow relaxing his working hours to be with her. She was glowing. She put on a little weight. It made her more beautiful and alluring. BUT THIS HAPPINESS WAS NEVER MEANT TO BE.

One fatal night

They were returning from a party. Chanchal felt a bit suffocated. So only him and Usman his driver were with her in his mercedes. Rest were following.

As he slowly massaged his wife's swollen feet and scalp she contendly slept in his arms.

Suddenly the car jerked and stopped.

" Usman what is it", he whispered aware of his wife in his arms.

" A road blockage", replied the driver.

" Careful. Could be a trap", he said.

It was atrap indeed.

As Usman scanned he was clear of it.

" Minimum two snipers dragon", he said.

" Could be others. We can't pinpoint the position".

" Get Qureshi on call", he ordered.

Zeeshu picked on the second ring.

" We are in a trap. Usman is sharing location. How fast can you get your ass here", he said.

" Five minutes dragon ", he replied. " I am close".

" I need Megha too", he said.

Megha was dragon's security head.

She was not close " Fifteen minutes dragon", she replied.

" Make that ten", he said. " My wife is with me".

" Usman I am going out. Qureshi reaches in five. You take cover and move out. He'll go for my head. You have one shot."

" Its enough for me dragon", replied Usman.

Chanchal was sleeping. He covered her with his bullet proof jacket. His car was bomb proof.

And he moved out in the range of fire....

Usman came out shouting at air about road block. His gun was ready.

Sumeet stood right where the block was his body shielding his driver. All his senses were on high alert. Both of them made rapid movements to avoid giving any openings to assasins.

SUDDENLY A BULLET WAS FIRED...

Thaaashhh..

And missed a mark by centimetres..

" 3O'clock", screamed Sumeet.

Usman fired. And they had a dead man. Assasins now in a frenzy started firing several bullets.

Immediately both of them took covers. Zeeshan was nearby. They held on. As Zeeshu arrived he was clear where to shoot. He had a knack for it.

" FOR ONCE YOU ARE ON TIME ASSH*LE", Sumeet was relieved.

Zeeshan saluted his boss and keep on firing.

As Megha arrived Dragon got the upper hand.

"Not one should escape", he ordered.

" Yes dragon", they said.

And in five minutes they were all dead.

OR SO HE THOUGHT....

Something must have woke her up...

" S.sir", she opened the car door and walked towards him.

" Chanchal", she was within his reach when..

Band Bang

Two bullets pierced her soft body.

" S.sir. "

" Chanchal", his soul was torn out of his body...

" B.b.baby", she cried as her blood oozed out.

" S.s.sory", she cried as she collapsed in his arms.

Flashback ends

" Chanchal", he touched her shoulders.

She turned back. Her eyes were empty.

She just stared at him.

" The doctor is here. Come", he said.

She slowly went with him. She was not sane or had any thought right now. Sumeet knew it.

The loss and pain were endless.