Third person

TAPOVAN VILLA ; 10: AM,
KANPUR

The royal mansion was filled with the humming of people, hurriyng voices of ladies and children were echoing creating the rhythmic sound .

"Aap log ab shanti se baith jaiye yaha pe , puja bs shuru hi honewali hai ." A man wearing orange robe around his shoulders, dhoti and janeu said to the people there. He was pandit ji.
In the moment, a women wearing a pure banarasi silk saree of blue and pink colour, having heavy zaree border arrived there handling a pooja ki thali. She was wearing numerous traditional jwellery having modern touch. Her face having the warmth and love that can make you feel love in the air. She smiled at everyone present there. Everyone stood up on their places bowing there heads in greeting in respect hidden in something else, most probably 'terror'.

"Namaste malkin ji, " they all greeted her with utmost respect and honour. She smiled at them and then bowed down to touch the feet of pandit ji " Pranam pandit ji, charan sparsh ." She said , her voice pleasing like a melody.

"Sada suhaagan raho bitiyan, maa kaali sada tumko ayushman rakhe." Pandit ji said blessing her.
"Aap humare ek bulawe pe yaha agaye hume bahot prassanata hui, hum aapko dil se dhanyawad dete hai ." The lady said thanking Panditji, bowing her head with all the respect.

"Ye kaisi baat kr rahi ho bitiya, aap Sarkar ki patni hai, ye sarkar ka ghar hai, yaha pe anae ka saubhagya hume mila ye kya kam hai , aur waise bhi sarkar ne humare liye aaj tak bahot kuch kiya hai ye toh uske samne kuch nhi hai . Aapke jaisi stree is parivar mein hai ye is parivar ka saubhagya hai, aapke jaisi malkin hume mili ye huamra bhagya hai. " Panditji said making the lady smile with sheer happiness.

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uddenly , a girl in her twenties, came running towards her, wearing long pink lehenga, bright colour jewellery and very cheerful smile, "Mami ji, mami ji dekho na Bhaiyya aa hi nhi rahe, bol rahe hai main nhi baithunga puja mein kisi aur ko bithaa lena mujhe kaam se bahar jana hai," ehe said almost her heart heavy and sound preety.

"Puja ka muhurat niklata jaa raha hai malikin ji , chote sarkar ko bulayi, aaj ki puja mein unko hi baithna hai , muhurat ke sath hi puja ka arambh hona atiavashyak hai." Pandit ji said to the lady hinting towards the time and the auspicious muhurat being nearer now.

"Ji Panditji, main Abhi jake dekhti hu, aur shighra hi use leke aungi aap tab tak puja ki sari samagri dekh lijiye."
The lady said and hurriedly went upstairs with the girl.

Upstairs in the room;

"Tu kabhi bhi meri baat nhi sunnewala hai kya lalla? Tune than hi liya hai kya, ki taiji ko bs pareshan krke hi chodunga ? Kal raat toh tune haa keh diya tha aur aab ye kr raha hai, har waqt bs kam kam, kabhi kabhi toh lgta hai inhone tujhe apne is khoon ke samrajya mein ghasit ke bilkul sahi nhi kiya hai, khud toh the hi gunde, ab mere lalla ko bhi bana diya hai apne jaisa. " Naina , the earlier lady, yelled at the man standing in front of him unloading his gun, anger clear on his face, his jaw tight and eyebrows curled.

As soon as he heard her voice, he calmed himself to the extent he could and then turned towards her in small and warm steps.
Sitting beside her he said to her with all the peace he had "jana jarurii hai badi maa, kam hai aur tauji bhi nhi hai yaha pe unhe pta chala toh khamkha dange ho jayenge, Dixiton ke ijjat pe haat dala hai sale ne, use toh main zinda gaad dunga....." He was about to say something but Naina stopped him in middle of his words ," Ijjat ? Dixiton ki ijjat toh kab ki mitti mein mil gayi hai, jo bacha hai woh bs khauf hai huamara ,ki kahi hum unhe bhi na maar de, kaat de, kabhi socha hai apne ghar ki ye halat dekh ke humein kitni pida hoti hai, tapovan naam rkha tha Humen iss ghar ka taki ye tapsaya ki tarah pavitra rahe, pr tum logon ke khoon kharab ein ne iss lahoo luhan kr diya hai , ab toh bs log darte hai ki is ghar ke khoon ki siyahi unke diwaron pe na pade bs isiliye woh darte hai humse." She said with all the patience she has left in herself and started sobbing uncontrollably.
The man pulled her in his arms , trying to make her control her sobs, asking her "fir kya chahti hai aap badi maa, main kya kru ki aap rona band kr de aur fir se muskuraye? Bataiye mujhe, main sab kr skta hu bs ye khoon kharaba chhodne ke alawa, kyuki aap bhi janti hai main is khoon kharabein mein apne aap se nhi aya, halaton ne mujeh ye katta uthane pe majboor Kiya hai, aur ab ye katta mujhe kabhi nhi chhodega, fir bhi aap abhi shant ho jaye isliye main kya kru?"

Naina pulled his cheeks in her hands and said almost pleading to him , " lalla, main tujhe bs khush dekhna chahti hu, sukhi dekhna chahti hu, tera ghar basa dekhna hai mujhe, tere bacche mere kandhon pe khele , hase mere Ghar ke angan ko gokul bana de bs yahi chahti hu main , isiliye tere sukhi aur samriddhi jeevan ke liye hi maine aaj ye Puja rakhi hai, tujhe is Puja main baitha hi hoga, apni badi maa ke liye itna bhi nhi krne wala kya tu ab?" She said , her voice vulnerable.

"Mujhe baki ka pta nhi par mere iss Puja mein baithne se aap khush hone wali hai toh thik hai badi maa, main baith jaunga puja mein, pr uskee baad aap mujhe kahi jane se nhi rokengi!" The man Said , calming naina making her smile , at least her lips curving.

"Mera ladla lalla, jaldi se dhoti, uparna pehne ke neeche aaja , muhurat ka samay paas aa raha hai, jaldi aajana!" Naina said and stood up to go downstairs, giving a peck on his forehead out of warmth and love she holds for him.

Downstairs, in the hall;

People buzzed around in the hall, waiting for puja to start, Naina with Riya was sitting there on the chair waiting for that man to come down.
"Puja ka muhurat niklata jaa raha hai malkin ji, chote sarkar kab ane wale hai?" Panditji said out of sheer tension of the passing time.

Suddenly, a man , in dhoti and uparna, janeu hanging around his body, tilak on his forehead, made his way into the hallway through the stairs .

He looked like some 'Forbidden Prince of the Royal kingdom'

His face carrying sharp features, height 6'3" feet. His posture straight.
His dark black short hairs, some spreading across his forehead, his sharp facial features, face almost emotionless but eyes holding wh6ole ocean of story.
His eyes Black in colour, deep and mysterious!
His physique was such that each and every person standing in the hall just can't take their eyes from him .

His fair skin, broad and carved shoulders, watch in his left hand and kalawa in his right hand, his body perfectly carved, his abs visible, his veiny hands, everything about him was just magical.
He was looking like a perfectly sculpted piece of Art !

How could a person be this perfect in his looks? No one knows the secret to it !!
He came calmly, almost irresistibly calm, standing in front of pandit ji, he said,
"Namaste pandit Ji!" joining his hand , bowing and touching feet of pandit ji with respect.

"Aayushman bhava, chote sarkar..." Pandit ji was stopped in the middle of his blessings when the man said ,
"Chote sarkar nhi, SHRESTH SUMANT DIXIT! Aabhi is Puja ke samay hum keval Shresth hai, aap bhi humein shresth kehke hi bulayiye!"

Yes he was none other than SHRESTH AKA. CHOTE DIXIT , THE MAFIA HEIR OF DIXIT'S AND RIGHT HAND OF CURRENT MAFIA LEADER OF KANPUR ......
Every person present their started, shouting, saying with all respect , "namaste chote sarkar , namaste chote sarkar, pranam bhaiyya ji , Shresth bhaiyya namaste!"
The hall erupted in his chantings, everybody bowing their head in front of him.

" Ram Ram !, Baith jaiye !" Shresth replied, not even ounce of emotions in his voice, nor on his face.

"Lalla, kitna sundar lg raha hai, kisi ki najar na lage mere bacche ko !" Naina went up to shresth and put kajal ka teeka behind his ear to take off the evil eyes from him .

Shresth touched naina's feet and went to sit in puja, folding his hands.
All eyes especially of girls were looming over him, their gaze fixed on shresth. His physique, his hair his body everything was beyond perfect for them that feel to real to be honest.
Panditji started their puja, soon hall filled with chanting of mantras, divine hymns rhyming in halls. Everyones head bowed down in front of the divine, with all the respect.
Soon puja came to an end, panditji standing for aarti, shresth holding the pancharti handle for doing aarti.
Soon after aarti coming to end,
Sangam , Shresth's younger cousin brother, came running towards the hall, blood flowing out of his head and his voice terribly weak.

"Bhaiya, bhaiyya, " his voice came out horrified like he has been beaten to take out the shit of himself..
"Woh SDM aur SP ne milke humare hotel mein raid dal diya hai, sab jagah tod phod macha rakhi hai, aap jaldi chaliye warna sab jala ke rakh kr denge, bhaiyyaaa " saying this he collapsed ,the bodyguards present there running to hold him.

Naina went to shresth and Said almost in pleading voice, "aaj puja hai lallaa aaj toh ye khoon kharab mat kr beta, koi aur chala jayega, pr tu mat ja " she Said expecting that he will stop by listening her pleads.
But the voice she heard held pure rage, and hungry for blood. In pure angry voice, as if he was holding last ounce of his patience he had, shresth said "bahot kr liya puja aur punya , #
Ab PAAP krne ka waqt hai badi maa "🔥.

To be continued ......

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