SaiRat FF Dangerous Game

Part 3

Mumbai, Police headquarters, present day

"Sai Joshi! Don Virat Chavan's  girlfriend! Where did you find her?" Karishma exclaimed on the new information shared by Dcp Satya.

"But isn't she supposed to be dead? Stories are there that Virat Chavan killed her himself...right?" Ajinkya asked further.

"Aur ye maan kaise gayi police informant banne ke liye?" Mohit also raised his doubts.

Satya saw so many questions and disbelief on all their faces. He started addressing them one by one. "Well....this photo is a week old. So definitely she is alive. People have many stories regarding her. Some say she cheated Virat and ran away with someone. Some say that Virat Chavan himself killed her when he caught her cheating. Some say she died in accident. But as per my research and the information I got from my sources, they both were in a serious relationship. In fact, Virat Chavan was totally obsessed over her. Then some problems occurred between them and she didn't want to continue the relationship. When she tried to break up with him, he held her captive and in an attempt to escape from him she was killed. And now we can clearly see that she is alive, so she must have faked her death."

"Sir, how do you even get this information?" Mohit asked as he was in awe of his new Dcp's intelligence and skills.

Satya smiled taking pride in that moment. "One of the benefit of working in Intelligence Bureau. You have access to all sorts of sensitive and valuable information from all over the country. Some time ago we were working on a lead of a terrorist attacks which could use a woman as a suicide bomber. So our informants were following trail of every women with suspicious behavior or background or not having long enough proof of residents and Ids, that's when we stumbled upon her. She was definitely not related to that terrorism case but once I came to know whats her real identity is, I realized how important this information could be. I didn't know that time that I would be coming here as an in charge and this information will help me out in my mission." Satya replied.

"But sir, if she is dead in the eyes of world then why would she risk her life and come in front of Virat Chavan again?" One officer questioned.

"Har kisi ki life mein ek aim hota hai...ek jazba hota hai jiske liye wo kisi bhi hadh tak jane ko taiyar ho jata hai....jaise hamare liye hamari duty, hamara desh....jaha tak mujhe is Sai ke bare mein pata hai....iski life mein bhi kuch hai....I am going to meet her tomorrow. She is very important for our mission. Agar main is ladki ki life ka wo emotion wo jazba trigger kar paya toh she will definitely agree to be our informer." Satya said and dismissed the meeting.

"Wish you all the best sir." His team wished him and Satya was lost in thoughts as to how he is gonna convince Sai for the mission.

Mumbai, At a bar named 'Gate of Hell'

Its was Kareem Lala's bar and he was waiting for someone to start an important meeting. He was hoping to get an upper hand by cracking a profitable deal for him.

"Boss, why did you call him here? You know he is mad. What was the need to deal with him alone? Atleast you could have called Omi bhau for support." Kareem Lala's henchman Ibrahim asked him.

"I don't need anybody's support. They all have been attacking my business and men for some time now. I don't trust anyone. And besides, this is my place. He cant do anything here to me." Lala replied confidently and became busy in enjoying poll dance performed by scantily dressed girl. He chewed his lower lip as he looked at the girl, his lewdness visible in his eyes. The girl in return gave him a flying kiss and continued to dance. Soon a man came running towards Lala,

"Boss, he is here." A man informed.

"Is he alone?" Lala questioned, now suddenly conscious.

"His right hand man is with him." Lala's man informed.

"Frisk them and take away their guns then send them in." Lala ordered.

No matter how confident he was a little while ago the news of his arrival had made him nervous and now suddenly his henchman Ibrahim's doubt that whether he did right to call him here, also clouded Lala's mind. He gulped down his remaining drink to hide his nervousness and gain some courage from it.

Meanwhile the girl on the dance floor continued to dance and other dancers joined her in the background on new song now-

O..Dil kashi aur dilbari
Uski hai jadugari o
Jiski aankhein hain taare
Hairaan jispar hain saare
Ae dil ye sach hai kya
Aaj woh hai kya aa hi gaya

The backgrounds dancers grooved to the beats of songs while the lead girl climbed on the pole and slid down smoothly in spiral motion.

Zara dil ko thaam lo
Naam lo
Keh bhi do hai kaun
Aa gaya haan aa gaya
Laut ke
Dekho Don
Dekho Don

A handsome man entered from the gate. He was wearing white Armani jacket and pants, solid black shirt inside, matching black Gucci shoes and Rolex watch. His hair was gelled and neatly combed backwards. He removed his Bvlgari glasses as there was dim light in the bar and searched for Lala. He moved forward with his side kick following him. The moment he entered the bar, almost every eye was on him, such was his aura and persona.

The lead dancer girl looked at him and stopped him in between. She checked him out from top to bottom and gave her most sexy smile to him. He looked at the girl with amusement. Girl held his hand and took him near the dance floor. She continued to dance on song as she tried to seduce him. He quirked his lips into flirtatious smile as the girl danced around him. He pulled the girl closer with a jerk and clutched her hair in a tight grip. The girl gasped at his sudden movement. The song continued-

Jo naa samjha koi main wohi raaz hoon
Jo kisi ka nahi hai woh andaaz hoon

Jo naa samjha koi main wohi raaz hoon
Jo kisi ka nahi hai woh andaaz hoon
Main samandar se gehra
Main kahin kab hoon thehra
Main hoon jaise dhuaan
Ye dhuaan kahin hai rukta kahaan

The man ran his finger on the face of lead dancer girl very seductively as if giving reply to her flirtatious behavior. He stopped his finger on her lips and pulled her closer as if to kiss her but stopped few inches away from her lips and moved his finger gesturing in no as if to tease her. Girl was embaraased at getting rejected by him like this, apparently, he was not interested in her, he was just teasing her. He wanted to play with her little more but then his sidekick called him.

"Viru, come now. Lala is there." The side kick said.

"Coming Jaggu." Virat replied and pushed away the girl not before whispering into her ears, "Better luck next time."

The girl kept looking at his way captivated by his charm. One of the co dancer came to fetch the lead dancer back.

"Pakhi, kya kar rahi hai. Chal, you are missing out on steps."

Soon the fellow dancers took her away as they continued to dance-

Zara dil ko thaam lo
Naam lo
Keh bhi do hai kaun
Aa gaya haan aa gaya
Laut ke
Dekho Don

"Welcome to my bar, Virat Chavan and Jagtap Mane." Lala said as he gestured them to sit down.

Virat and Jagtap came and sit in front of Kareem Lala and his henchman surrounded by another 5 men. Virat laughed looking around.

"Lala, you called me here alone. You took away my guns and you are welcoming me here with whole baarat of yours.....itna dar lagta hai mujhse?"

"They are just for my protection and I cant trust you completely, after all, we are not friends." Lala replied.

"We were friends...Patnaik, Anna, Omi bhau, Ismail....all of us were together before you people decided to betray me." Virat replied as he took out his favorite cuban cigar from his beautiful golden cigar case which was embossed with the letters 'SaVi' at the corner.

He closed the cigar case but his eyes couldn't stop themselves from spending few extra moments on the embossed letters and his thumb caressed it on its own.

Jagtap didn't miss that moment and closed his eyes and sighed. "Those bloody servants! Who gave him this particular cigar case today. Virat remembering her at this time when we are here for an important meeting....not a good sign." Jagtap wondered.

"Let bygone be bygone" Lala replied and brought Virat and Jagtap out of their thoughts.

"So what do you want from me now?" Virat asked as he took a long puff from cigar and exhaled the smoke through his nose and mouth. The heady smell of hash filled the environment.

"I have a deal for you. I have heard that home minister Thorat had called urgent meeting with police and has formed a special team to finish off mafias, he has given them full authority to launch counter attacks and even do encounters of our men. If we work as a team like old times we can easily eliminate others and face police also." Lala proposed.

"So basically you need my help." Virat said as he exhaled some more smoke.

"We both need each other. Times are tough. Its not possible for anyone of us to fight gang wars and police alone." Lala tried to make him understand.

"Talk about yourself. Virat Chavan doesn't need anybody's help." Virat retorted back.

"Viru, at least hear him out. What he has to offer us in return." Jagtap said as he put his hand on Virat's shoulder and gestured him to be calm.

"Ah! I always knew you are the clever one Jagtap bhai. Believe me, I have an amazing offer. You help us out in finishing others and in return you get 50% share in our western Mumbai business. Once the new party comes in power we will ensure that the system supports us. What say?" Lala asked hopefully.

Jagtap looked at Virat for the final answer. Virat gave it a thought then said, "I want share in your business in not just in western circuit but half of the city."

"Hmm....If you have said it any other time then I would have never agreed but considering the difficult times....its a done deal from my side" Lala said and extended his hand for a hand shake.

"Ok then, it's a deal." Virat declared and shook his hands too.

Lala offered him whiskey as he continued to talk. "I saw you when you entered here. It seems you liked that girl...the lead dancer." Lala said and gestured one of his man to bring the girl.

The man asked the girl to come along but she refused. So the man pointed his finger at Virat's and Lala's direction and said that they were calling her. The girl saw Virat was again looking at her with amusement and she went towards them.

"She is Pakhi, our star dancer. Accept this girl as a token of our friendship." Lala said and pushed that girl towards Virat. Pakhi saw Virat and smirked. She came and sat on his lap and ran her finger seductively on his chest from the open buttons of his shirt. She then smiled mischievously as her other free hand moved towards his pants.

Virat caught her hand before she could touch him intimately. "Sorry sweet heart, there is no entry for you there. You know...you are not my type." Virat said and stood up to leave crushing Pakhi's hope.

"I don't need your "gift" Lala. I just need your promise to stay loyal to me. If you backstabbed me again then....you know me." Virat said and moved towards the gate to go back.

"Boss, is yede ne to aapka gift reject kar diya aap kahe toh ise main istemal kar loon" Ibrahim said to Lala and pulled Pakhi close to him.

"Leave me you pig. Uski baat hi kuch aur thi....I agreed to sleep with him by my own free will not because your boss called me here. And definitely I wont sleep with a pig like you." Pakhi replied as she looked at Ibrahim smugly.

"You sl*t...I'll show you your place" Ibrahim said and started manhandling her.

Virat stopped in his tracks after listening to that. It was clear Lala's man was trying to molest that girl. Jagtap noticed this but he urged Virat to keep moving.

"Ye hamari ladai nahi hai Viru. Bekar mein isme padne ki jarurat nahi hai." Jagtap advised. Virat nodded and continued to walk away.

"Leave me you pig. I am a free bird. Main kisi ki ghulam nahi hoon." Pakhi said and tried to fight Ibrahim.

Virat stopped in his way as her words reached him. Those words...same words again reminded him of her...his Sai...she was his everything. His love, obsession, passion...everything. He closed his eyes to control the emotional flood which threatened to cross all the boundaries and engulfed him completely. Jagtap saw him and understood what was he thinking.

He immediately came close to him, "Control yourself. We got a good deal. No need to ruin it for random girl. For God sake! She is not Sai." Jagtap whispered.

Hearing her name after so many days broke Virat's self imposed restraints and he let his impulsive, reckless side to takeover. Virat turned around and moved back to the lounge.

"Leave this girl." Virat said in warning tone.

"Why? You changed your mind now? Sorry but this item belongs to me now. I will enjoy with her tonight then if you want you can have her after that." Ibrahim smirked.

But before anyone could have stop him, Virat had freed Pakhi and punched Ibrahim. Pakhi looked at him in admiration. She knew no good men come in a place like this. So she wasn't expecting any help from him either but yet he came to save her from a difficult situation.

"Mother f**ker! What the hell?" Ibrahim groaned in pain as he cleaned some blood from the corner of his mouth and tried to stand up again.

"Hey! Why over reacting for this girl. You want her...take her with you." Lala said.

"I don't want her. Cant you see she doesn't want to go with your man and he is manhandling her." Virat replied with gritted teeth.

"Viru calm down please. We don't even have our guns with us." Jagtap whispered in his ears.

Ibrahim somehow stood up from the ground and held Virat's collar. "I'll teach you a lesson." Ibrahim said and made a fist of his palm and tried to punch him.

Virat was very quick for him as he stopped his hand and turned him around. He took out his favorite small silver knife from his hidden pocket of jacket and slit Ibrahim's throat in a flash.

Everyone was shocked for few moments as they kept looking at Ibrahim who was now lying on floor in a pool of blood writhing in pain as more and more blood was coming out of his jugular veins.

Lala's men pointed their guns at Virat and Jagtap. Jagtap also pull out his hidden small pistol from his socks and pointed at them.

"He was my best assassin." Lala said angrily.

"He was a filthy mother f**ker. Thank me that you get rid of him." Virat replied equally angry.

"You know my man can kill you this instant." Lala threatened him.

His threat fueled Virat's anger more and before Lala could understand he was in Virat's grip and he had his knife on Lala's throat.

"Virat Chavan doesn't need guns to kill his enemy." Virat said in Lala's ear sending a chill down his spine.

Jagtap took the opportunity and asked all Lala's men to surrender their guns to him.

"Ae ladki...zinda rehna chahti hai toh nikal le yaha se." Jagtap warned Pakhi and she quickly ran away horrified by the scene happening before her eyes.

"What were you saying Lala? Say it again now." Virat hissed and put more pressure on Lala's neck. The tip of knife pierced his skin and he inhaled sharply because of pain.

"Sorry, I was just joking. We have just finalized a deal. We are business partners....will you kill your business partner?" Lala pleaded.

Virat released him and pushed him away. "I am sorry too... partner. I was just showing you my capabilities so that you don't regret later that you have selected wrong person for your deal." Virat replied and gave a sarcastic smile.

"The deal is on from my side. Will contact you soon." Virat said and sat down near the dead body of Ibrahim. He wiped his knife from Ibrahim's shirt and stood up again.

"I'll take your leave now....partner." Virat said stressing the last word and turned around to leave.

Lala kept looking at his way and Ibrahim's dead body. "Ae, khade khade muh kya dekh rahe ho...koi iski laash thikane lagao." He ordered his men and wiped off the sweat from his face with handkerchief nervously.

"He is mad" Lala remembered Ibrahim's words about Virat and he couldn't help but think whether he did right in making this deal with him?

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to be continued....