Chapter 17

Jiya was sitting on the floor of the room, as she pulled her legs into her arms, her back were supported by the side of the bed, her head bows down, her eyes were blubbering, her heart filled with wrath and frustration, as the devilish smile of Virat was getting into her thoughts, again and again, made her blood to boil in rage.

"What will I do now... How can I escaped from here...O.God...please...show me the way...", Jiya subconsciously murmurs herself as a drop of tear escapes from her eye.

Jiya lifted her head, with teary-eyed looks around the room, suddenly her gaze falls on the landline of the room, she stands rapidly and runs toward the telephone, started to dial the number, "Thanks, God...I was so furious and upset that I didn't pay attention to this telephone which was here...Now...I call my uncle and informed them to come here with the police to free me from this Hulk...", she muttered herself with a smile on her lit-up face.

But luck wasn't on her side, as whenever she dialed the number it asks the code.

"Why...this machine, asks about the code...What is the code...", Jiya murmurs herself with a smile which form previously was now change into grief. But suddenly her body toughened when she heard someone unlocking the door, she turns around and observes that the maid was coming inside the room with a tray of food. She gulped and froze in her spot as she was caught stealing.

The maid saw Jiya with a landline receiver in her hand, but the maid calmly looks toward Jiya, placed the tray on the side table of the bed. Jiya looks at the maid with a cold face.
"No use...
Madam...This phone will work only when the code to open it will dial... Please come here, Madam...sit comfortably and have lunch...", the maid said to Jiya in a soft and calm tone.

But Jiya glare back at the maid with frustration and pain, "No... I do not want to eat...I only want to go from here...please...lataji...let me go...", Jiya requests the maid with her teary-eyes.

"That's not possible...Madam...please try to understand...", the maid response to Jiya with a sad face.

Discerning the helplessness of the maid, Jiya gets depressing.

"Please...Madam, have lunch, all the food was cooked as per your choice..." telling this, the maid turns to leave the room, again locking the Jiya inside.

Jiya's gaze at the lunch tray, but her anger doesn't allow her to touch it, as she was burning inside with fury. She turns her back towards the food and sits on the bed.

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At Army Headquarters

In a meeting room illuminate with dim light, on the round table, Commander Rathod seated on the middle chair, Virat on the right side, Rahul next to Virat while on the left of the Commander Rathod, Prathik was the seat and next to him Peter. Rehan was standing in front of them while showing some pictures of the projector screen.

"Sir, the three people we caught from the Night Club during the illegal arms dealing... they didn't say much...They are just saying... they don't know about that man who deals with them...even these people never met him not saw him at once...they only used to talk on the phone...", Rehan explained the Commander Rathod in front of the whole R-5 team.

"Did you not try to trace that person's number...", Commander Rathod asks Rehan.

To which Prathik stand from the seat, come in front of the Commander Rathod near Rehan, and said, "We did... Sir... But... every time that person used the different numbers...".

"What do you think about it Virat...", Commander Rathod turns his face to the right side, asks the Virat about his opinion on situations.

But Virat unheard the question of Commander Rathod, Rehan notice that Virat was not mentally present in the meeting.

Virat was lost in thoughts of Jiya, thinking of her plump lips that tasted like heaven fruit, just in a kiss he felt like this, the excitement and adrenaline rushed in his body, What happens when she is underneath him?  

"Virat... Captain Virat Singh...", Commander Rathod raised his voice narrowly to called the Virat.

Virat shook his head and said, "Yes...Sir...".

"Are you alright, Virat... I am asking you about the mission situation...How you will trace out that man...", Commander Rathod asks the Virat.

" Yes...sir..., I am completely fine and about that man...one thing is confirmed about it that he is the same person, Who involved in providing information to Black Terror group about the Medical College Bus so that they easily hijacked the bus and also of Sundarnagar Fair, the bombast plan attempt...", Virat replied very calmly.

"How can you say that Virat...", Commander Rathod asks the Virat.

“Because Sir….. When we investigated both these cases, a code has emerged in front of us………… which is D-White……….. D-White it’s not just a code but a name given to that person by the Black Terror Group………”, Virat explained Commander Rathod.

Commander Rathod is stunned hearing this new information from Virat.

“This D-White ………. Whatever this person but is a very vicious man……….. as a look he must be a normal person………. Living a normal life in Delhi………..”, Virat informs Commander Rathod to which everyone shocks.

“Delhi…?……. But How could you say that the person living in Delhi…..”, Peter asks Virat.

“Because the phone number that traces in these three cases even though different but came from the same location……. That is Delhi…………”, Virat with a slight smile informs the team and Commander Rathod.

“Good work……Virat …….. and also all of you boys………..I hope We quickly grab that person……….OK officers, the meeting is over here…….”, Commander Rathod declares to all, stand from his seat and ready to leave the meeting hall, to which R-5 team stands from their seat, “Yes………Sir…..”, team R-5 members react out at the same time.

After leaving the meeting hall, team R-5 members were going to the parking yard, suddenly Pratik jumps in front of everyone and said, “Hey….Guys……. Let's have a campfire party……..its a full moon night….”.

“OK sure……..”, Rehan said as  Rahul and Peter were also agree with it.

“No………. I have to leave now…… you guys carry on…..”, Virat said in a cold tone.

Everyone stun for a second and look at each other faces, as Virat always attends this campfire party, he never says no, but What happens to him now?

Rehan comes forward to Virat, puts his hand on Virat shoulder, “Are you alright Virat…. one thing I notice in the meeting that you were lost in thoughts as something else was going on in your mind……”.

“Nothing…… I am fine ………Why you said so….”, Virat asks Rehan.

“As from last few days …….. We observe some changes in you Virat…….. you were hiding something from us…….. like that D-White person information……….. you don’t share with us before the meeting…..”, Pratik said to Virat in a serious tone.

“O….Come on, guys……. I just forget to tell you about it…. Anyway, I have some urgent work…….We will meet later……..Bye……”, Saying this, Virat seat in his Willys Jeep and conveying his direction.

Rehan, Prathik, Rahul, and Peter were shocked to witness Virat this behavior, he never forgets to share the any things with them especially about their mission information, and also he never hurries to go home.

Virat was driving the Jeep on the fast way to meet Jiya with great enthusiasm. But while driving, he saw a flower shop, he stops the Jeep, came out, and see the beautiful bouquet of red roses, Jiya gorgeous face flash in his mind, he brought the bouquet and seat in Jeep went toward the mansion.

After reaching the mansion, virat fastly walk inside the mansion, taking the bouquet in his hand, first, he went straight toward his room, get a shower and wear the offwhite casual t-shirt and black night paint, his hair was slightly wet giving him a more handsome and stunning look, he took the bouquet in his hand and with a bright smirk went toward the Jiya room.

Virat about to near the door of Jiya’s room, when the maid called him from behind, “Chote Hukum…….”.

Virat turn back and said in a calm tone, “Yes……Lataji…….you want to say something……..”.

“Chote Hukum…….Jiya madam hasn’t eaten since noon……….. I tried to convince her….But…..”, the maid stops her words further.

“But…….What……? Lataji……..”, Virat asks the maid as his smile now changing into a frown.

“She held the same obstinate……… that she wants to leave this mansion…….”, the maid informs the Virat.

Virat clenched his jaw, fisted the bouquet in his hand, “Lataji……… bring the food in Jiya’s room……”, Virat orders the maid in a calm tone.

“OK…… Chote Hukum…….”, saying this, the maid turns to went toward the kitchen.

Virat turns back unlocking the door of the Jiya’s room, went inside. Jiya was laid on the bed with closed eyes, her long silky black hair splattered all across the cushion, her dark lashes covered in tears, her cheeks and nose were red because of crying, her face looks so innocent like a child, Virat gazes slowly down to her perfect bosom, her chest heaved up and down as she took deep breaths, accelerate Virat’s heartbeat.

The knocked sound was heard, makes Jiya waking up from sleep, her eyes opened slowly and fall on Virat standing near the edge of the bed, holding a red roses bouquet in one hand.

Jiya frightened, her eyes open widely, sat up immediately, and flinched back, gives a rage-filled glare to Virat.

The maid enters the room with a food tray, places it on the side table of the bed, and leaves the room by closing the door.

Virat turns toward Jiya, takes the seat on the side chair near the bed.

“Hi……Jiya… This is for you…”, Virat presents the bouquet to Jiya with a heartwarming smile, but Jiya angrily takes it from Virat’s hand and throw it on the floor, glaring at Virat with so much anger, thinking that now he would also be angry with her, but opposite to it, Virat calmly smile toward Jiya and said, “If you stay hungry then definitely you don’t even like such a beautiful flower…..  let’s have a dinner now……….”.

“No…… I don’t eat…….. even eating food is far away I will not even touch this food….”, Jiya yelled at Virat in an annoyed tone.

Jiya throwing dragger with her rage-filled eyes toward Virat while from another side Virat looking at Jiya with a calm and loving look.  

In the next movement, Virat's two strong hands reached under Jiya’s arms, picked her up like a fragile doll putting her over his lap, parting her legs, and putting them on either side of his thighs, so that Jiya was straddling Virat, in his grip by one hand he holds Jiya’s both wrists behind her back, making her chest arch into him.

Jiya was frightened by noticing their position.

“WWhat are yyou doin….”, She shutters in fear, her words were cut when Virat put his index finger on her plump lips.

“SSSHHHH…… Don’t say anything……”, Virat whispered in a calm tone, his intensity-filled eye falls on Jiya making her shiver down into her spine.

Virat took the grape inside his mouth first and then grabbing Jiya’s hair tightly, he smashed his lips on her, Jiya froze on her spot, as Virat tongue march into her mouth and put the grape in her mouth.

Virat pulling himself from Jiya’s mouth said in his husky voice, “Eat it…….”.

Jiya staring at Virat with widened eyes as grape were still in her mouth. Virat smirked seeing Jiya’s appalling face and said in a calm witty tone, “You said that you don’t want to touch the food……. Don’t worry……….. I will feed you like this and …….Believe me……I will love to feed you like this…..”. declaring this he again slammed his lips on her.

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