Mumbai ki barish aur 5-star hotel ki penthouse suite. Reyansh Mehra, shehar ka sabse ameer aur ghamandi business tycoon, apne hathon mein wine ka glass liye khidki se bahar dekh raha tha. Uske dushmann bahut the, par uska sabse bada dushman uska apna akelapan tha.
Tabhi darwaza khula aur ek ladki andar aayi. Black leather jacket, bikhre huye baal, aur aankhon mein aisi chamak jo kisi ko bhi jhuka de. Wo thi Zoya, shehar ki sabse top private bodyguard.
"Mujhe bodyguard chahiye, shadow nahi," Reyansh ne bina mude kaha, uski awaaz mein thandak thi.
Zoya uske paas gayi aur uske hath se wine ka glass lekar side mein rakh diya. "Main shadow hi banti hoon, Mr. Mehra. Taaki jab maut aapke kareeb aaye, toh use pehle mujhse guzarna pade."
Reyansh ne pehli baar uski aankhon mein dekha. Dono ke beech ki dori kam hui. Kamre mein khamoshi thi, sirf bahar ki barish ki awaaz sunayi de rahi thi. Reyansh ne uske chehre ke paas jhuk kar dheere se kaha, "Aur agar maut tumhare roop mein aaye toh?"
Zoya ne halka sa muskura kar uski tie pakdi aur use apni taraf kheecha. "Toh phir aapka bachna namumkin hai. Agli subah, Reyansh ko apne takiye ke niche ek note mila. Usme likha tha:
"Main yahan aapko bachane nahi aayi hoon, Reyansh. Main wahi hoon jise aap pichle 5 saal se dhoond rahe hain. Pehchana?"
Reyansh ka chehra safed pad gaya. Use ehsas hua ki jis ladki ko usne apne sabse kareeb bulaya hai, wo shayad uski sabse badi tabahi hai.