Satyakirth had never believed in fate, or in the fact that destiny conspires to conjure a perfect time for an action. From his childhood, he was taught to create his own destiny, fight against fate to snatch back what was taken unjustly. This was his mind-set, this was the way he was trained.
And, that night, when he pushed the huge iron gate open, to enter inside the RayBahadur Palace, he was well prepared to take in-change of his destiny.
Armed with two automatic revolvers in both the pockets of his trousers, and a hand grenade tucked in the coat pocket, Satyakirth smiled confidently, reflecting firm resolve in his shiny emerald eyes.

His purpose was noble and so was his resolve.

But, as he approached the doorway of the inner building, across the unkempt stretch of greenery, he saw Monglu, one of the guards lying on the ground, snoring loudly, while the other one was nowhere to be found.

How was this even possible?

Satya checked the time in his wrist watch.

7:45pm

He knew his comrades would be waiting for his signal exactly at 8:15pm, or so was the plan, and he had thirty minutes to get the basement cellar opened, with or without the code.

The time buffer was planned keeping in mind the obstructions in the pathway, the guards, the servants, the RayBahadur himself, and now, there was none! Frowning at this sudden divine intervention, Satya walked past the sleeping guard, entering inside the mansion briskly, his mind alert as ever.

He had no faith in divine interventions, he never had, but at that moment, a smile had spread on his otherwise solemn face at the thought of the woman who he believed had intervened, showering her kindness on him that night...

Raimoti!
He needed her!

There was no one inside the sprawling hallroom, not in the stairways either, and Satya started to wonder what she might have done to all those people!

"Miss Mukherjee?"

He had sprinted up the corridor and pushed the door open, as a sweet yet exotic aroma of something unknown hit his nostrils, transporting him momentarily in a world of sensory pleasures.

"Raimoti?" He inhaled sharply, and then his eyes fell on her, standing a little away, infront of a mirror, with her back towards him, her face only visible through the reflection.

Raimoti smiled.

"Daktar Babu is a little early it seems." She spent a subtle glance at the wall clock and raised an eyebrow.
"Fifteen minutes early to be precise."

Satya didn't reply, for, the enchantress standing infront had taken his breath away already, leaving him only with his visual senses, and they saw her, with all their might, to his heart's content.

Raimoti had turned around.
She was wearing a black saree, making every inch of her skin glow in contrast. It had loosely covered her sculpted breasts, bunching in the middle, and the top of her white soft globes had protruded alluringly, leaving him with every opportunity to imagine what's sheathed inside. The complimenting black blouse that she wore had covered her arms beyond her elbows, and her untied long tresses were kept on the side of her left shoulder, revealing her almost bare back to the mercy of his eyes.
She wore elaborate jewelleries too, white sparkling diamonds!

Satya sighed, the goddess of beauty was all prepared to entrap his heart and soul, and suddenly he felt powerless.

"Has the doctor pledged silence tonight?"

Satya saw her smirking, as she approached slowly towards him. There was something in that walk, some rhythm, some bewitching magnetism, and Satya turned his eyes away from her at once.
Why was he feeling this weak?
Was it because this was meant to be their last night?
Was it because he knew he won't see her again, never ever?

The thought felt like a piercing spear, stabbing his heart in a sharp nagging pain.

"Are you going somewhere?" He cleared his throat and asked her, expecting the obvious answer, but like every single time, Raimoti was prepared to shock him again, leaving him gasping for more.

"Yes, I am." She smiled and touched his arms, running her hands down, intertwining her fingers with his...
She pulled him towards her, and Satya came closer, like a powerless autumn leaf, drawn towards the core of a tornedo.
Raimoti made him hold her slender waist, her hands moving with his, guiding him, making him feel the hourglass curves of her body, and Satya took a deep breath, bridging the gap between their bodies, as he rested his chin on her shoulder.

For one last time!
He thought.

"What's that fragnance?"
He was taking long deep breaths, his eyes closed and arms around her body. Raimoti was standing still, her hands rested on her sides as she replied back, and Satya thought it to be the most attractive voice in the entire universe.

"Don't worry, it isn't chloroform, you won't faint."
Her hushed words made him smile.

"What have you done to the guard?"
He asked her, and she held his arms and detached herself from his body, but only for a moment, and then she pushed him forcefully on the bed, making him fall on his back.

"I might have made them smell some chloroform, unlike this fragnance, it had made them sleep peacefully."

Satya gulped, licking his lips, as his eyes skimmed through every curves, every crevices of her body, her words sending a sinister shiver of arousal in his blood vessels.
This woman was dangerous, and that's what was attracting him the most!

"And your father?"

Raimoti had now climbed up the bed, making Satya breath rapidly.
She had pulled up the lower hem of her saree upto her knees, as her white long legs saddled around Satya's lying frame, positioning herself on his thighs.

"He's at the Calcutta Club, with Shashi Chandra." She smirked and raised an eyebrow.
"He won't be back before midnight."
Her body had lowered on his, her hands feeling each and every muscles on his torso.
"We have all the time we want... four hours." She pouted her lips seductively at him, and made him gasp.
"Don't you think it'd be enough for Us?"

She had stressed on the word Us, and Satya felt his blood rising in his veins, coursing wild desires through his entire body. His white shirt had developed small blotches of sweat and his hard nipples were prominently visible from inside the shirt. The suspenders too, had suddenly become excessively unbearable, along with the hardened bulge inside his trousers.
Satyakirth's heart was throbbing, and so was his arousal for her!

Raimoti, however, continued her menacing game of seduction without a hint of giving him any respite. She had lowered her face infront of his, pouting and biting her lower lip. She was close enough for him to see the burning desires in her eyes, yet not close for him to claim her lips with him, for she had already pinned his hands above his head.

"My birthday..." She licked her lips, "it's the code, four digits."

"December, second?"
Satya gulped.

"No... August, fifteen, the day I met him, it's my true birthday."

Her words were almost a whisper as her hands had now reached down below his lower abdomen, making him tremble.
Had it been someone else, Satya would have felt miserable, extremely miserable at the mention of some known lover of hers.
But, the thought of that night, and the mention of their mystery encounter at that moment had only intensified his wild desires for her.

"Now my turn, Daktar Babu.!" Raimoti was whispering again, seductively, her lips on his neck, scorching him with the passionate heat of her breath. It was too much for Satya to bear, his own arousal betraying his resolve in every way possible, and before he could grab her hair and press his lips in hers, plunging his tongue inside her mouth, he felt her hands pressing on his chest. Raimoti was seated upright on his waist, grinding against his sheathed erection, and her hands had pulled out the two revolvers that laid concealed inside his pockets.

The two black metals were shining in her hands, in sync with the burning desire in her glossy orbs.

"Raimoti?" Satya's eyes had widened instantly, gaining back his senses, as quickly as he had lost it.

Raimoti's left hand was now on his throat, pressing the piston of the black shiny revolver on the hollow of his neck, as her right hand pointed at the yellow electric bulb inside the room.

Another second and Raimoti pulled the trigger...

Bang!

One sonic boom, and a defeaning silence, followed by absolute darkness.

Satya's ears were still ringing, his mind still unsure of what just happened, for she hadn't even given him the required time to process the events with reason.

Fine shattered glasses had scattered all over the crimson carpet. Raimoti's aim was remarkable, and with just a glance at the gently swaying bulb, she had shot it with utmost perfection.

"You see, I'm good!" Her words were a seductive whisper again, laced with a hint of sinister chuckle, as both the revolvers were now pressed lightly on his neck.
Satya felt the heat from the one she had just fired.
"I'm perhaps, not as good as you, but I can be an excellent asset to your team, Sarthaki Babu," she raised one eyebrow, "Or... shall I say... Satyakirth Sen?"

With the suddenness of neurotransmitted currents, and the speed of a light year, Satyakirth had gripped Raimoti's wrists, making her immobile, as he flipped her swiftly, toppling her on the bed. He was on top of her now, saddling her body on his knees, and holding her wrists upwards in his firm grip.

"How do you know?"
His words were measured, and Raimoti, in the darkness, let out a soft laughter, making him narrow his gaze on her face.

"Unlike many, I actually use my brain, Satyakirth Sen."

Satya had no words to match hers. He was a skillful warrior, a brave freedom fighter, but no one had ever taught him how to deal with matters of heart. It was only her, always her, and all thess days he had simply given in to her completely.

"What do you want, Raimoti?"
Satya's had asked firmly, not letting her overpower him in strength this time.

"I want you."

A brief silence, and Raimoti bursted out into wild fits of laughter, making Satyakirth feel a little off-balanced, emotionally.

"I had no idea the mighty Sacrosanct can get scared as well." She was chuckling, her eyes fixated on his face, as if searching for an approval.
"Don't worry, I'm not asking you to marry me." She whispered.

"What...do... You... Want?"

Raimoti closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"I want to be in your team, I want to fight for my country, and you know I'll be good at it."

Satya had loosened his grip on her, he took the revolvers from her hands, and she had let him take them, without any struggle.

"That can't happen."

He had moved up from her, letting her free, and Raimoti slowly sat upright, only to pull him towards her by his collar.

"Satyakirth Sen, I'm good at shooting, and you saw that yourself." She brought her face closer to his, "and I can drive and ride anything I need to!"

"So?"

"I can kill as well."

"Have you? Ever?" He tried to get up, but she had held him back once again.

"No, but I'll start with you if you don't accept me."

The darkness was becoming bearable to their eyes as they sat together on her bed, in silence.
Satyakirth had mellowed down considerably, as he tried to make reasons with her.

"Look, what I do, it's dangerous... And I've been very clear that I don't want you to be in any danger Raimoti."

"As if leaving me here would keep me safe." She huffed.

"Death is at every step."

"I know." She blurted out. "Dying a martyr is way more preferable than getting raped and dying as Shashi Chandra's wife."

"But..."

"No... There is no but... And I have made my choice." She paused. " And why do you care Satyakirth Sen, it's not that you love me... I now know all that happened between us, was false, just a ruse... And trust me, I'm not complaining... I just want to..."

"Find a purpose?"

Raimoti looked up at once.
"No...Find my own self."

Satyakirth sighed, and took a glance at his glowing radium wristwatch.

8pm

"Alright, you are a trainee. And, one mistake, you'll be out for good."

Raimoti jumped down from the bed at once.
"Aye, aye, sir." She grinned brightly, and in that darkness Satya felt a flutter of hundred glowing butterflies all over his body.

"Raimoti, just so I know, what else can you do?"
Satya was flickering his torch through the window.

"Pretty much everything."
She shrugged and he turned around.

"Sorry, let me rephrase." He pressed his lips. "Is there anything which you can't do?"

Raimoti was smiling, as she hopped over the carpet and stood outside her room, probably bidding it a farewell once and for all.
"Um... I can't swim." She murmured,
"And... I can't cook."

Satya smiled lovingly, the darkness had aided him justly to hide the tinge of blush that her words had painted in his heart.

And, the mighty daring Princess... can't cook...
He mused.

........................................................

Dear readers,
Please vote and comment fast if you want more chapters. I'm done writing. ❤️😉