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With every rising smoke from his cigar, Shaunak\u2019s patience began to snap Like roasted peanuts, breaking apart the sterile luxury of this seven-Star hotel. The silver briefcase \u2013 cold & gleaming like the snow \u2013 Dusted streets of Shimla \u2013 weighed heavier with each passing Moment. Not just in weight, but in memories in pain, in burden. A Burden that clung to him like a second skin.<\/p>\n

His eyes darted towards the gold rolex resting on his wrist. The second Hand swept forward with a precise mechanical certainty. Yet Jashan\u2019s Chipped away at that certainty. Time was dependable. Jashan was Not. He was expecting Jashan as his companion but here he was \u2013 Alone with his most recent companion. His pain .<\/p>\n

The soft hum of jazz music slithered through the dim light, his head Now began to groove to its subtle pull, but his trance was broken by a rough, deep voice.<\/p>\n

\u201cMr. Suri ?\u201d<\/p>\n

Across the table stood Jashan \u2013 A lean figure wrapped in a dark Woolen chola & trousers, the famous kullutopi resting on his head. The Rough edge of stubble framed his sharp Jawline & a faint scar cut Across his eyebrow. He slid into the chair opposite Shaunak with the Unhurried ease of someone who knew exactly how dangerous he was.<\/p>\n

\u201c You\u2019 re late\u201d shaunak said his gaze cutting.<\/p>\n

A faint smirk tugged at Jashan’s mouth. \u201c Guilty as charged\u201d his voice Low but composed. \u201cI was\u2026.. catering to a client.\u201d<\/p>\n

Shaunak\u2019s gaze sharpened.<\/p>\n

\u201c Succesfully?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJashan’s fingers drummed on the table. His eyes darkened beneath The brim of his topi . \u201cI ‘ve never heard complaints from the grave, Mr Suri.\u201d<\/p>\n

Shaunak\u2019s lips curled into a faint smile.<\/p>\n

\u201c Impressive. Alright time is money- which I have already wosted Enough.<\/p>\n

A quiet click. Shaunak unlatched the briefcase & turned it toward Jashan. The neat stacks of cash gleamed under the dim glow \u2013 crisp, Heavy, irresistible.<\/p>\n

Jashan\u2019s gaze flickered toward the money, then back to Shaunak. A Thin smile curled at the corner of his mouth.<\/p>\n

\u201c Interesting\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201c OneCrore\u201dShaunak\u2019s voice was low. That\u2019s half. The rest half once the Work is done \u201c<\/p>\n

Jashan\u2019s brow arched slightly as he leaned back, the Shadow of a smirk Smirkin ghosting his lips \u201cWell that\u2019s a handsome amount\u201d He picked Up the briefcase & rose with the fluid case of a man accustomed to Walking away from\u00a0 bodies \u201c Send me his photo on WhatsApp\u201d<\/p>\n

Shaunak\u2019s gaze sharpened. His fingers tightened on the breifcase as if clenching it.<\/p>\n

\u201cHer!\u201d<\/p>\n

Jashan froze midstep. His eyes darkened beneath the brim of his topi As he turned back \u201cExcuse Me?\u201d<\/p>\n

Shaunak\u2019s face remained impassive<\/p>\n

\u201c It\u2019s a her\u201d<\/p>\n

Jashan\u2019s expression hardened. A dangerous glint flickered in his eyes<\/p>\n

\u201cMr Suri\u2026I want you to understand \u2013 I don’t kill women & children\u201d<\/p>\n

Shaunak\u2019s lips curled faintly. \u201cYes,I read that on your App\u2026 but That\u2019s gonna change tonight\u201d<\/p>\n

Jashan\u2019s jaw tightened. He let go of the breifcase, adjusted the fold of His chola. His steps towards the door were calculated, unhurried \u201cFind Yourself another gun.\u201d<\/p>\n

Shaunak\u2019s hand shot out towards the steak knife resting on the table<\/p>\n

In one swift motion, he gripped it & hurled it towards Jashan\u2019s leg. The Blade missed by an inch, striking the wooden floor with a dull thud.<\/p>\n

Jashan\u2019s gaze sharpened dangerously. His lips twisted into a Dangerous smile.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat’s cute\u201d<\/p>\n

Shaunak leaned forward his cigar still burning between his fingers. \u201cYou\u2019re walking away because it\u2019s a woman. If it were a man You\u2019d Stay. I didn’t expect hypocrisy from you\u201d<\/p>\n

Jashan\u2019s gaze hardened \u201cMen like you are all the same\u201d His voice sharpened. \u201c Rejection bruises your Ego hence you want her killed\u201d<\/p>\n

Shaunak\u2019s eyes flashed. He exhaled slowly, the smoke curling between Them \u201c Judging is for the weak, try listening.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jashan\u2019s eyes narrowed. His fingers curled around the edge on the Table \u201cAll right. I am listening\u201d<\/p>\n

Shaunak\u2019s voice dropped to a low, lethal murmur \u201dI want Revenge\u201d<\/p>\n

Jashan\u2019s brow creased. \u201cRevenge?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe woman I want you to execute\u2026\u201d After exhaling deeply thrice he Continues \u201c She raped me\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Jashan\u2019s head snapped up.\u201dWhat a joke?\u201d He then burst into laughter \u201cA man raped by a woman? Can it even happen?\u201d still laughing.<\/p>\n

Shaunak\u2019s eyes darkened \u201cAre you done with this mockery? And yes it Can & it does.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jashan\u2019s voice grew sharp as a blizzard<\/p>\n

\u201cCare to bare your wounds Mr Suri\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt was two weeks ago\u201d Shaunak\u2019s voice was steady but low. A business Meet at a friend\u2019s farm house. That night, the streets of Shimla were Hugging the moon, draped in white cloaks of snow shimmering under The pale night sky.<\/p>\n

The air was sharp cutting through my lungs like glass. I remember Dragging my feet towards the entrance of the farm house. My boots Sank into the frost-kissed ground, leaving shallow imprints that were Quickly swallowed by the falling snow.<\/p>\n

The heavy oak door creaked open & the first person I saw was a woman Half my age.<\/p>\n

She was sitting by the fire, legs crossed, one hand resting on the arm Rest while the other caressing her wine glass.<\/p>\n

I was waiting for my client, looking, searching but nowhere to be Found when she came up to me & said\u00a0\u201cYou smell amazing\u201d her Voice low, sultry.<\/p>\n

Before I could react her hands were already sliding down my chest, Inching towards my belt. I froze. Her grip tightened \u201cRelax\u201d she Whispered, her breath hot against my neck.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2026 I think there\u2019s some mistake\u201d I managed to say, stepping back but She followed- Her smile Shaper than the winter chill outside.<\/p>\n

Her hands unzipped my Pants. My breath hitched.<\/p>\n

\u201cStop\u201d I said. Weak. Her grip tightened.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon’t fight it\u201d She whispered, pressing me against my wall. Her nails Grazed my skin. My body stiffened.<\/p>\n

Her lips crushed against mine. Hard. My back scratched against the wall, Her hand cold from the glass was already inside my shirt. I tried To push her away but her grip was like steel.<\/p>\n

I gasped \u201c Alright I am calling the cops\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSsshhh not like they are gonna believe you, so might as well enjoy\u201d Her voice now filled with confidence.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe stripped me down & rode me \u2013 Her hips moved with a dangerous Rhythm. I froze beneath her, every nerve ending thrumming with Confusion & fear. My mind screamed, my body rigid beneath her Weight.<\/p>\n

And when it was over, she leaned down, her lips curling at the corner. \u201c It was pleasurable darling\u201d And with this she walked away, she walked All over my soul.<\/p>\n

\u201c Shaunak\u2019s breath hitched,\u00a0 Drops of his tears rolled down his cheeks. Across the table Jashan now sat frozen.<\/p>\n

\u201c Now will you do it?\u201d His tone almost pleading.<\/p>\n

Jashan\u2019s hand rested on the edge of the table, he took out his visiting Card passed it to Shaunak \u201cAlright send her pic on to this number on WhatsApp & consider it done.\u201d<\/p>\n

Shaunak took out his phone, scrolled through the gallery & opened the Image \u2013 grainy CCTV image of the farmhouse. At first it was blurred, Distorting by poor lightning & flickering pixels but then her face Sharpened. He took the visiting card & send the image on that number.<\/p>\n

The contract lay before them, the ink glistened beneath the dim light. Jashan reached for the pen<\/p>\n

\u201c Excuse me,\u201d Shaunak said standing \u201cI need to use the washroom\u201d<\/p>\n

And Shaunak headed towards the washroom, carrying his briefcase.<\/p>\n

Inside the Washroom, A few moments later\u2026<\/p>\n

Shaunak\u00a0stood before two identical white doors at the far end \u2013 The Exits. The left \u00a0Door, the right door. Both spotless, gleaming under soft golden light.<\/p>\n

His hands pressed against the left door, & it swung open. He stepped Through.<\/p>\n

The air felt colder. His heart felt lighter. His legs were floating, as if Gravity had released him from its grip. The smile on his face was glued There \u2013 It just wouldn’t go. His Hands felt empty. Too Empty. He Glanced down.<\/p>\n

The Briefcase was gone.<\/p>\n

A natural impulse followed \u2013 Shaunak turned towards the washroom. In the hopes the briefcase is left behind but there was no briefcase not Even the door he exited from.<\/p>\n

Just a smooth white wall, No handle, No outline. As if the door never Existed .<\/p>\n

His breath hitched. He blinked, stepping closed, his hand pressed Against the cold surface. Solid. Unyielding.<\/p>\n

What the\u2026.? His voice dropped to a whisper.<\/p>\n

His heart beat raced. He spun towards the nearest waiter.<\/p>\n

\u201c My Briefcase, \u201c his voice sharpened \u201c Where is it?\u201d<\/p>\n

The waiter, dressed in crisp white, offered a pleasant, practiced smile.<\/p>\n

\u201cSir?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMy briefcase its missing, it carried one crore rupees\u201d<\/p>\n

The waiter\u2019 expression didn’t shift.<\/p>\n

\u201c But sir you just entered without any briefcase \u201c<\/p>\n

Shaunak now began to panic<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat nonsense, I have been here for the past two hours on a business Deal.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Waiter\u2019s expression didn\u2019t shift<\/p>\n

\u201cSir you entered at 10:00 P. M. Exactly twelve minutes ago\u201d<\/p>\n

Shaunak\u2019s brows furrowed.<\/p>\n

\u201c Oh come on, show me the CCTV footage\u201d<\/p>\n

The waiter gave a slow nod & gestured towards a small screen. Shaunak leaned in, his breath quickening as the footage clear as a Crystal came to life. There he was walking through the white wall & not A door empty handed. His figure moved towards the same waiter. His mouth forming The same words about the briefcase.<\/p>\n

\u201c Shaunak\u2019s jaw dropped<\/p>\n

\u201c But this can’t happen, I was carrying the briefcase\u201d<\/p>\n

The waiter\u2019s gazed was steady.<\/p>\n

\u201c Burdens of the flesh are relived in the spirit \u201c<\/p>\n

Shaunak is now confused.<\/p>\n

\u201c What ?\u201d<\/p>\n

The waiter\u2019s gaze darkened. \u201cYou\u2019re dead Shaunak\u201d His voice was Gentle. \u201c This is the afterlife. The struggles, the pain, the sufferings of Human life \u2013 They don’t follow you here.<\/p>\n

Shaunak\u2019s breath stilled.\u00a0 \u201cDead, but how?\u201d<\/p>\n

The waiter\u2019s gaze darkened.\u00a0 \u201cYou slipped in the washroom. Too much Alcohol. You hit your head- Instant death.\u201d<\/p>\n

Shaunak\u2019s mouth parted, but no sound come out. His eyes darted Around the room. \u201cBut\u2026 if I am dead, how am I still here ? In the Same hotel?<\/p>\n

The Waiter\u2019s smile was almost pitying.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat you see is not real, it is just a memory, Your last memory.\u00a0 Shaped by your mind to make the transition easier.\u201d<\/p>\n

The room flickered. The waiter\u2019s figure began to distort. A Pull followed Strong yet comforting. It seeped through him, dissolving the weight of his pain, suffering he had carried. His essence steadied his thoughts Muted. For the first time peace, his soul tasted peace.<\/p>\n

*** THE END***<\/p>\n

by Mohit Kamlesh Tolani<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Disclaimer-The story has some adult content so discretion is required with parental guidance for kids below 16years. With every rising smoke from his cigar, Shaunak\u2019s patience began to snap Like roasted peanuts, breaking apart the sterile luxury of this seven-Star hotel. The silver briefcase \u2013 cold & gleaming like the snow \u2013 Dusted streets of…<\/p>\n

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