It was 6 AM and HM and AS were in the conference room of IB Headquarters in Mumbai… SO entered in a grim mood… “Jai Hind Sir…” both saluted together… “Jai Hind… Baithiye…” “Kya baat hai sir??” HM asked… “Bohot badi problem hai… lekin problem samajh ne se pehle aap logon ko kuch aur samajhna hoga…” he turned the projector on, a Missile-like object displaying on the screen… “Yeh humara sabse powerful Nuclear war head hai… Capable of blowing of an entire state in matter of milliseconds…” he paused a moment for them to understand and register how dangerous the bomb was… “Because of its capacity, iski security ke liye khas measures liye gaye hai… Starting from its division into 3 parts… Pehla part hai ‘Reactor’ jo ki uski actual body hai… Dusra part hai “Trigger’ aur teesra part hai ‘Launch Codes’ jo do memory sticks mei stored hai… Any questions till now??” he asked and received a no as response… “Good… Is war head ko launch karne ke liye pehle Trigger ko Reactor se connect karna hai… Fir using the Launch Codes war head ko launch karna hai… This entire process is controlled using a tactical satellite…” He switched the projector off and took his seat… “Now that we have got a background, let’s move to the problem…”
“War head ke sabhi parts alag alag locations pe stored hai… These locations are nearly inaccessible aur Army ke control mei hai… Lekin ek Memory Stick containing the Launch Codes chori ho gayi hai…” Both their eyes bulging out… “Lekin kaise Sir…?? aapne abhi kaha ke inaccessible locations pe stored hai…” HM asked worried… “Human error Haseena Mallik… Jab tak humans hai koi cheez completely inaccessible nahi hoti… Isiliye maine kaha ‘nearly inaccessible’” “Ab aage kya karna hai Prabhu??” AS asked… “Is memory stick to retrieve karna hai…” “Lekin kya hum Launch Codes reconfigure nahi kar sakte??” HM asked… “Good Question… Kar sakte hai but… uske liye dono memory sticks ko saath mei reconfigure karna hoga… Kisi ek ko reconfigure karne ki koshish karenge toh Launch codes change nahi honge…” “Ok… Chori hue memory stick ko retrieve kaha se karna hai?? Kisne ki hai chori??” “Usse mahatvpurn ek aur prashn hai… Yaadi Army ki zimmedari hai is bomb ki Raksha toh army hi kyu nahi dundh lati us Memory stick ko…? IB kyu?? Army humse jyada Saksham hai…” “Jis tarah chori hui hai… army is doubting a mole amongst them…” SO said shocking them…
“Kon hai jisne chori ki hai Sir…??” HM asked… “Chori kaise hui… kisne ki ye baat confidential hai… Lekin abhi who memory stick kaha hai uski information humare pas hai…” “Kon hai woh prabhu…??” AS asked… “Amartya More…” “Yaadi hum galat nahi hai toh yeh Mumbai ka ek bada gunda hai… Samaj seva ki aad mei gairkanooni dhande chalata hai…” “Sahi kaha… Bad news is… isko kai baar Danny ke right hand ke saath dekha gaya hai…” “Aisa lag raha hai Sir ke Danny humare desh pe nuclear attack karna chahta hai humara hi hatiyar istemal karke…” HM said… “Lag toh yahi raha hai… Isiliye we need to act fast…” “Parantu prabhu Amartya More tak pohchna bohot kathin hai…” “Koi aur option bhi nahi hai… Danny tak agar woh launch codes pohch gaye toh unko retrieve karna impossible ho jayega…” both nodded understanding the situation… “Amartya Kal raat ko Oberoi Hotel mei Danny ke aadmi se milne wala hai… Kal woh Launch codes handover kar dega… Hume jo karna hai aaj raat karna hoga…” “Toh hum aaj raat ko uske niwas jate hai aur le aate hai aapki memory stick…” AS said… “Aaj raat bhi woh Oberoi mei hi rahega… Memory Stick Amartya More ke Oberoi Hotel ke kamre se churani hai… Aur ye kaam tum nahi HM karengi…” SO said with a grim face…
“Hum Sir??” Hm asked… “Ji…” “Kya karna hoga hume sir…?? Koi plan hai aapke pas??” “Honey Trap…” AS’s eyes popped out… “Parantu sir… Isme Haseena ji ke prano ko khatra ho sakta hai…” “We have no choice Anubhav…” “Kisi aur ko bhi toh bhej sakte hai jisse aise kaamo ka tajurba ho…” “Nahi bhej sakte… yeh ek confidential mission hai and we cannot risk getting exposed… HM is mission ki seriousness ko samajhti hai aur pehle se is mission ka hissa hai… toh wahi jayengi…” “Lekin Sir…” “No more arguments Anubhav… Tum dono Delhi wale cover ko use karke Oberoi jaoge… HM aap memory stick ko retrieve karengi aur use duplicate memory stick se replace karengi… aap kisi bhi halat mei pakadi nahi jayengi… Anubhav will be your back up… Koi bhi problem ho toh aap unhe signal karengi… Clear…” “Yes Sir…” Both responded…
AS was pacing back and forth continuously… He was worried for HM… She was going to walk into the lion’s den without any weapon… That man was a goon, he will not think before pulling the trigger if her cover was blown… He had tried to reason with the SO against sending her to complete the task but to no avail… Not only was he worried for her life, he was also hating the fact that the goon would put his dirty hands on her… If anything happened to her, he would wreak havoc over the world… His thoughts were disturbed when he heard the washroom door opening… She walked out wearing a blood red, strapped, sequin dress which reached her mid thighs… The neckline low enough to only give a glimpse of the valley… The dress hugged her at all the right places and accentuated her curves sensuously… Her kohled eyes and dark tinted lips gave her a look of a true seductress ready to pounce on her prey… He was so lost in her that he didn’t realise when she had made up her mind to tease him…
She seductively walked towards him… he took a step behind with her every approaching step… His legs hit the bed causing him to lose his balance and he fell on the bed… He tried to stand up but she had already leaned in, her face inches apart from his… She placed her finger on his forehead and glided it down to his nose… flashes of the night in Delhi appeared in front of his eyes… “Haseena ji… aap… aapne dobara sharab pi hai kya??” he asked but it didn’t stop her finger from gliding to his lips… “Chakh ke dekh lijiye…” she said in a husky voice… He gulped, his throat ran dry and words betrayed him… Before he knew her finger was tracing a path along his neck, his breath hitching… She tilted her head and took in a whiff of his perfume, her breath tickling his neck causing him to close his eyes… her finger had reached his chest and was drawing random circles… She moved to his ear and whispered “Let’s misbehave…” His eyes flew open… he stood up with a jerk and put some distance between them… “Dek… Dekhiye Has… Haseena ji…” he fumbled and she let out the laughter she was holding in… “Aapke toh pasine chuut gaye sir…” she said while laughing… He looked at her shocked… He gulped down a glass of water and tried to calm his breath… “Haseena ji… aap bar bar kyu karti hai aisa humare saath…?” “Hum toh practice kar rahe the… waise bar bar matlab??” “Jane dijiye…” she shrugged, “Ok… Abhi chalna chahiye hume…” she said… “Ji… aapne microphone aur tracker laga liya hai na??” “Ji…” “Thik hai… pehle aap jaiye, hum 5 min baad aate hai…” “Ok… hume laga tha aap bohot ache agent hai… aapke upar aise cheez ka asar nahi hota…” she smiled sarcastically and left the room… “Nahi hota… lekin aapki baat kuch aur hai haseena ji…” he said to himself with a smile…
