Mafia King Ki Contract Biwi

Chapter 10: Mahal Ke Qanoon

Subah ke 8 baje the. Raina ke ghar ke bahar ek kaali Bentley khari thi. Driver ne izzat se darwaza khola.

"Mrs. Qureshi, Sir ne bheja hai."

Raina ne ek baar peeche mur kar apne chote se ghar ko dekha. Aaj ke baad ye uska ghar nahi tha.

30 minute baad gari ek bade se mahal ke samne ruki. Safaid marble, bade gate, aur gate par khare 4 guards. Ye Zain Qureshi ka mahal tha.

Andar marble ka farsh tha. Har cheez par sonay ki chamak thi. Lekin ghar mein koi garmahat nahi thi.

Zain sofa par baitha newspaper parh raha tha. Usne nazar bhi nahi uthai.

"Aa gayi?" uski awaaz sardi jaisi thi.

Raina sar jhuka kar khari ho gayi. "Ji."

Zain ne newspaper band kiya aur uth kar uske paas aaya. Uski height ke samne Raina bohat choti lag rahi thi.

"Sun lo Mrs. Qureshi. Mere mahal ke 3 qanoon hain."

"Qanoon number 1: Tum meri biwi ho naam ki. Duniya ke samne. Mere doston aur dushmanon ke samne. Lekin is kamre ki deewaron ke andar hum ajnabi hain."

"Qanoon number 2: Tumhein kisi se baat karne ki ijazat nahi. Na phone, na dost. Sirf meri ijazat se."

"Qanoon number 3:" Zain ne uski thodi ungli se upar ki. "Mujhse nazar mila kar baat nahi karni. Aur mere kareeb nahi aana."

Raina ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. "Meri behan?"

"Uska operation ho raha hai. Behtareen doctor hain." Zain ne muh pher liya. "Tumhara kaam sirf contract nibhana hai."

Usne taali bajai. Ek budhi aurat andar aayi.

"Ye Razia hai. Tumhein tumhara kamra dikhayegi. 3rd floor. Mere kamre se sab se door wala."

Razia Raina ko le gayi. Bada sa kamra tha. Safaid. Thanda. Bilkul jail jaisa.

Raina khirki se bahar dekh rahi thi.

Usne contract sign kiya tha paise ke liye. Lekin usay nahi pata tha ke is mahal ki qaid sab se bari saza hogi.

Raat ko usay neend nahi aayi. Achanak neeche se goli ki awaz aayi.

"Thud!"

Raina dar kar uth baithi. Neeche se chillane ki awaz aa rahi thi.

Zain khatre mein tha...

To Be Continued...