The Dog Man: Do or Die

The bustling sound of vendors shouting prices filled the air at Gariahat Market, one of Kolkata's most famous markets. The narrow streets were packed with stalls, the scent of fresh vegetables and spices lingering in the warm, humid air. Shagor strolled through the market, blending in with the crowd, his sharp eyes scanning the faces around him.

He had arranged to meet Sohana here. He couldn't get her out of his mind since their brief encounter at the nightclub. The way she moved, the way her saree clung to her body, her mysterious aura—all of it had captivated him. She was dangerous, no doubt about that, but Shagor had never been one to shy away from danger.

As he walked, his phone buzzed in his pocket. A message from Sohana:

"I'm at the vegetable stalls. Look for the woman in blue."

Shagor's heart skipped a beat as he quickened his pace, weaving through the crowd. Soon, he spotted her. Sohana stood near a stall selling fresh tomatoes, her dark, lustrous hair falling over her shoulders, and her saree—a deep shade of blue—hugging her curves in a way that made his pulse race. Her exposed midriff, where the saree had been draped teasingly over her navel, caught his eye. That simple, innocent display of skin sent his imagination spiraling.

He approached her, a sly smile curling on his lips. "You look... incredible."

Sohana turned, her lips curving into a soft, almost wicked smile. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of allure and danger. "You're late."

Shagor shrugged, his eyes roaming over her form. "Worth the wait, though."

Sohana chuckled, picking up a tomato from the stall, and examining it absently before looking back at him. "I'm going to a party tonight. It's a private gathering at a friend's place. You should come."

Shagor raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "A party? What's the occasion?"

"No occasion. Just an intimate get-together," she said, her voice dripping with subtle seduction. "You'll enjoy it. You should come with me."

Shagor's heart raced. He had no idea what he was getting into, but when it came to Sohana, he didn't care. "I'm in."

That evening, Shagor arrived at the address Sohana had given him, a luxurious mansion tucked away in the quieter, more affluent part of Kolkata. The party was already in full swing, with soft music playing and the sound of chatter and laughter echoing from inside.

Sohana greeted him at the door, looking breathtaking in the same blue saree she had worn at the market, though this time it was draped even more provocatively, revealing the full curve of her waist and the delicate dip of her navel. Shagor's breath caught in his throat as his eyes drank her in.

"You made it," she said, her voice low and inviting.

Shagor grinned, his eyes lingering on her navel, mesmerized by its beauty. "I wouldn't miss this for the world."

They mingled for a while, but Shagor's mind was elsewhere. His eyes kept drifting to Sohana, to the way her saree shifted every time she moved, teasing him with glimpses of her bare skin. Every part of him wanted to reach out, to touch her, to claim what he had been fantasizing about since their first encounter.

After a while, Sohana led him to a more secluded part of the mansion, away from the crowd. They entered a dimly lit lounge, where the soft glow of candles created an intimate atmosphere.

Shagor could feel his pulse quicken. He stepped closer to Sohana, his eyes locked on her navel. Slowly, he reached out, his hand hovering over her waist as he leaned in.

But before he could kiss her, Sohana gently placed a hand on his chest, stopping him. "Not here," she whispered, her voice soft but firm.

Shagor's heart sank, disappointment washing over him. "But I—"

Sohana smiled, her fingers brushing his cheek. "Be patient, Shagor. I'm not refusing you. Just... not here."

Her words gave him hope, but the frustration was evident on his face. Sohana must have sensed it because she took his hand, her touch warm and inviting.

"Come with me," she whispered.

Sohana led Shagor upstairs to a private room, her movements slow and deliberate, every step heightening his anticipation. She opened the door to a bedroom bathed in soft candlelight, the air thick with the scent of jasmine.

Without a word, she turned to face him, her eyes filled with a mix of seduction and mystery. She let her fingers trail over the delicate fabric of her saree, teasing the edge of the fabric that covered her waist.

Shagor's breath hitched as he watched her undress, his eyes fixed on her navel, the center of his obsession. He had never been this drawn to someone before, never felt this intense need to possess and worship another person's body.

Sohana took a step toward him, pulling him closer until their bodies were pressed together. She guided his hands to her waist, her skin soft and warm beneath his touch.

"You've wanted this for a while, haven't you?" she whispered, her voice like velvet.

Shagor nodded, his mouth dry as his hands caressed her bare waist, his fingers tracing the curve of her navel. "I can't stop thinking about you."

Sohana smiled, her fingers playing with the edges of her saree. "Then take what you want."

Shagor didn't hesitate. His lips found her navel, kissing it gently at first, savoring the feel of her skin beneath his mouth. Sohana sighed softly, her fingers tangling in his hair as he deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing the contours of her navel.

She gasped, her body arching slightly against him, and the sound of her pleasure sent a thrill through Shagor's body. He moved lower, his kisses trailing over her stomach, worshipping every inch of her.

Sohana moaned softly, her hands pulling him closer, urging him on. Shagor's lips found their way to her chest, and he spent long minutes kissing and caressing her, his hands roaming over her body as he explored every curve and dip.

Sohana's breath quickened as Shagor's hands cupped her breasts, his lips brushing against her skin. She leaned back against the pillows, letting herself go, her body completely under his control.

Shagor's touch was both gentle and demanding, his lips and hands working in perfect harmony as he gave her the pleasure she had been craving. He spent long moments worshipping her chest, his kisses slow and deliberate, his hands caressing her in a way that left her gasping.

"You're incredible," Shagor whispered against her skin.

Sohana smiled, her fingers tracing the outline of his jaw. "You're not so bad yourself."

Meanwhile, back in the dimly lit room that served as Alexander's lair, the mafia boss sat at the head of a long table, his face hidden behind a mask as he talked to his goons. The room was filled with smoke and the low murmur of voices.

Alexander's voice cut through the air, cold and commanding. "What do we know about Hasib and his dog Tommy?"

One of the goons stepped forward. "Hasib's been released from the hospital. He's back home, recovering. And his girlfriend, Nafisa, has been staying with him."

Alexander's masked face remained emotionless, though a hint of interest flickered in his voice. "And their relationship?"

Another goon chimed in. "They're close. Very close. She's practically been living with him since he got out of the hospital."

Alexander's voice darkened. "Interesting. And what about Shagor?"

The room fell silent. The goons exchanged uneasy glances, and Alexander noticed the hesitation from his goons and leaned forward, his voice dangerously low. "I asked about Shagor. Where is he?"

One of the goons finally spoke up, his voice trembling slightly. "We… we haven't been able to track him, boss. Last we heard, he was in the city, but since then, he's gone dark."

Alexander's eyes narrowed behind his mask, his patience wearing thin. "You're telling me that no one in this entire organization knows where Shagor is?"

The goon swallowed nervously. "He… he's with Sohana, boss. We think they're together."

The room fell into an uncomfortable silence. Alexander's hand tightened into a fist, his knuckles cracking under the tension. The air seemed to grow heavier as the mafia boss absorbed this news.

"Sohana," he muttered under his breath, his tone carrying an edge of suspicion. "She's supposed to be handling business. What is she doing with Shagor?"

Before anyone could answer, a loud crash of thunder echoed from outside, followed by the pounding rhythm of heavy rain. The storm raged outside, mirroring the storm brewing within Alexander. He stood up slowly, his towering figure casting an imposing shadow over the room.

"Find her. Now," Alexander ordered coldly. "And if Shagor is with her, bring him to me. Alive."

Meanwhile, back at Hasib's home, a much calmer scene was unfolding. Hasib had just returned from the hospital, and as he walked through the front door, he was greeted by the familiar warmth of his family. His mother rushed to him immediately, pulling him into a tight embrace.

"Thank God you're home safe, Hasib," his mother whispered, her eyes filled with relief as she held him close.

Hasib smiled weakly, still feeling the aftereffects of his injuries, but grateful to be back. "I'm fine, Ma," he reassured her softly.

His father stood by the doorway, his arms crossed, though the relief on his face was unmistakable. "You gave us quite a scare, son. Don't think we're going to let you leave again without telling us what's going on."

Before Hasib could respond, there was an excited bark from the corner of the room. Tommy, his loyal dog, came bounding toward him, his tail wagging furiously. The sight of Tommy brought a real smile to Hasib's face, and he knelt to greet his dog, ruffling his fur affectionately.

"Hey, boy," Hasib whispered, feeling a wave of emotion as Tommy licked his face. "Missed you."

Tommy's enthusiasm didn't wane as he jumped around Hasib, clearly overjoyed to have his best friend back.

Nafisa, who had stayed by Hasib's side the entire time since his injury, stood a few steps back, watching the reunion with a soft smile on her lips. She had stayed by his side in the hospital, making sure he was cared for, and now, she had come home with him to help with his recovery.

Hasib's mother turned to Nafisa, her expression warm. "You've been so good to my son," she said softly. "You've taken such good care of him."

Nafisa blushed, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "I'm just glad he's okay," she replied, her voice sincere.

Hasib's mother smiled knowingly, her eyes twinkling with something deeper. She turned to Hasib's father, giving him a meaningful look before turning back to Nafisa.

"Why don't you stay with us for a few days, Nafisa?" Hasib's mother suggested. "I know you'll take good care of him while he recovers."

Nafisa hesitated for a moment, but Hasib's father nodded in agreement. "It would put our minds at ease to know he has someone by his side."

Hasib, still kneeling with Tommy, looked up at Nafisa, his eyes soft with affection. "Stay," he said gently. "I'd like that."

Nafisa smiled, her heart swelling with warmth. "Okay. I'll stay."

For the next two days, Nafisa stayed at Hasib's home, dedicating herself entirely to his recovery. She cooked for him, changed his bandages, and sat by his side, her presence a constant source of comfort. Hasib's parents couldn't help but notice how deeply Nafisa cared for their son, and they grew more and more fond of her with each passing day.

One morning, as Nafisa was making breakfast in the kitchen, Hasib's mother approached her quietly. She watched Nafisa move around the kitchen with ease, her face calm and serene, and for a moment, she simply observed her.

"Nafisa," Hasib's mother said softly, breaking the silence.

Nafisa turned, surprised by the gentle tone in Hasib's mother's voice. "Yes, Aunty?"

Hasib's mother smiled kindly, stepping closer. "You've been so wonderful to Hasib these past few days. I can see how much you care for him."

Nafisa blushed again, looking down at the counter. "I love him, Aunty. I do."

Hasib's mother's smile grew warmer. She reached out, placing a hand on Nafisa's shoulder. "I've known for a while. A mother can always tell. And seeing how much you've done for him… I have to ask you something."

Nafisa's heart skipped a beat. "What is it?"

Hasib's mother hesitated for a moment, her eyes glistening with emotion. "Will you marry my son? Will you be his life partner?"

Nafisa's breath caught in her throat. For a moment, she was speechless, her mind spinning with the weight of the question. But then, tears welled up in her eyes—tears of pure happiness.

"Yes," Nafisa whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "Yes, I will."

Hasib's mother pulled her into a warm embrace, her tears threatening to spill. "Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you for loving him."

While the atmosphere in Hasib's home was filled with love and warmth, far from there, the storm continued to rage. In a dimly lit room across the city, Sohana lay on a bed, her body still tingling with the aftereffects of her passionate night with Shagor. The soft glow of the candles cast shadows over her bare skin, highlighting the smooth curve of her body.

Shagor sat beside her, his fingers tracing lazy patterns over her waist, lingering on her navel before moving upward. Sohana sighed softly, her body arching slightly under his touch, her eyes half-closed in contentment.

"You're dangerous," Shagor whispered, his lips brushing against her skin. "And I love it."

Sohana chuckled softly, her fingers running through his hair. "You're the dangerous one, Shagor. You could get both of us killed."

Shagor grinned, his lips moving lower as he kissed her stomach, then her chest, taking his time to savor every inch of her body. "It's worth it," he murmured, his voice low and husky.

Sohana moaned softly as his kisses grew more intense, her hands gripping the sheets as Shagor worshiped her body, his lips lingering on her breasts, his tongue tracing circles over her sensitive skin. Every touch, every kiss sent waves of pleasure through her, and she gasped as he pulled her closer, his hands roaming over her curves.

Time seemed to blur as they continued, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony, lost in the heat of the moment. The storm outside only heightened the intensity of their passion, the sound of rain and thunder creating an almost primal atmosphere.

Finally, after what felt like hours, they collapsed beside each other, their bodies spent and their breathing heavy. Shagor lay on his back, staring at the ceiling as Sohana rested her head on his chest, her fingers tracing the outline of his muscles.

"That was…" Sohana began, her voice trailing off as she searched for the right words.

"Incredible," Shagor finished, a satisfied grin spreading across his face.

Sohana smiled, her eyes drifting closed as she snuggled closer to him. "You're trouble, Shagor."

Shagor chuckled softly. "You have no idea."

They lay there for a while, the storm outside providing a soothing backdrop to the quiet intimacy they shared. But just as they were beginning to relax, a sudden noise shattered the silence.

A loud, noisy bomb echoed from outside, shaking the walls of the room. Sohana shot up in bed, her eyes wide with alarm.

Shagor sat up quickly, his heart racing. "What the hell was that?"

They both scrambled out of bed, rushing to the window. Outside, through the sheets of rain, they could see smoke rising in the distance.

"Someone's attacking," Sohana whispered, her voice filled with fear.

Shagor's mind raced. Who would be bold enough to attack Alexander's territory? And why now?

"We need to get out of here," Shagor said, his voice urgent. "Now."

Shagor's heart raced as he and Sohana made their way down the narrow staircase, the echoes of their hurried footsteps reverberating through the old mansion. The explosion outside had left them with little time to think, and the storm still raged on, adding to the chaos. He could hear the rain pelting against the windows, the low rumble of thunder in the distance, but none of it compared to the panic that gripped him now.

As they reached the middle of the staircase, Shagor slowed for a moment, looking over his shoulder to make sure Sohana was right behind him. But when he turned, he realized with a jolt of confusion—*she wasn't there.

His heart sank. "Sohana?" he called out, his voice barely audible over the sound of the storm. He spun around, his eyes scanning the dark hallway above, but there was no sign of her.

"Damn it," he muttered under his breath, his pulse quickening with both worries and frustration. Where had she gone?

Before he could figure out what to do next, the creaking of heavy boots echoed from the stairwell below. Shagor's breath hitched, his instincts kicking in as he realized what was happening. Alexander's goons. They were already here.

Shagor's muscles tensed as he looked down the stairs, spotting the shadowy figures of several armed men making their way up toward him. Their faces were grim, their movements deliberate.

Without warning, one of the goons swung a metal baton, striking Shagor across the shoulder with a bone-jarring force. The pain exploded through him, making him stumble back, his vision blurring momentarily.

"Get him!" one of the men shouted.

Shagor gritted his teeth, ignoring the throbbing in his shoulder as he regained his footing. He dodged the next strike and delivered a sharp punch to the nearest goon's gut, sending him crashing down the stairs. But there were too many of them, and they were closing in fast.

Another man grabbed him from behind, pinning his arms as the others moved in to finish the job. Shagor struggled, his mind racing. He needed to fight back, to get out of here, but where was Sohana? Why had she disappeared?

"Where is she?" Shagor growled, his voice strained as he fought against the grip of the man holding him.

The goon grinned wickedly. "Doesn't matter. You're coming with us."

Shagor's heart pounded as they dragged him down the stairs, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Sohana. -Where the hell did you go?

On the other side of the city, Nafisa sat alone by the window in her small apartment. The rain outside mirrored the turbulent emotions she felt inside. Ever since she had left Hasib's home earlier that day, her mind had been consumed by thoughts of him—his smile, the way he looked at her, the way he had held her hand when he was in pain. Every little moment replayed in her mind like a beautiful, bittersweet memory.

The storm outside had darkened the sky, but Nafisa's heart was filled with warmth. She couldn't stop thinking about Hasib. It had only been a few hours since she'd left his side, but she already missed him terribly. Her mind kept drifting back to the tender moments they had shared over the past few days.

She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the windowpane, feeling the cool glass against her skin. Her thoughts floated back to the way Hasib had looked at her when they first reunited after his injury—the gratitude in his eyes, the way his lips had curled into a soft smile despite the pain he was in.

A smile played on Nafisa's lips as she remembered how he had called her "his angel," how he had reached for her hand in the quiet moments when no words were needed, just the comfort of being together.

*He's everything I've ever wanted.*

The realization hit her with such clarity, that it almost took her breath away. She loved him—deeply, madly, with every fiber of her being. And she knew, without a doubt, that Hasib was the man she wanted to spend her life with.

As the rain continued to pour outside, Nafisa's thoughts carried her away to the sweetest memories of the past few days—of cooking meals for Hasib, helping him with his bandages, and watching him laugh with Tommy by his side. She felt a deep sense of joy and peace knowing that she had been there for him when he needed her most.

Later, as the evening wore on, Nafisa lay down on her bed, her body sinking into the soft sheets. She pulled the blanket around her, her mind still swirling with thoughts of Hasib. The storm outside had quieted a bit, and the gentle patter of rain against the window lulled her into a peaceful slumber.

In her dream, Nafisa stood in the middle of a grand, beautifully decorated wedding hall. The room was filled with family and friends, their faces glowing with happiness and love. Bright marigold flowers adorned the walls, and fairy lights twinkled above like stars. It was the perfect scene, a celebration of love and union.

Nafisa felt her heart swell with excitement as she looked down at herself. She was dressed in an exquisite red and gold wedding saree, the intricate embroidery catching the light as she moved. Her hands were adorned with delicate henna patterns, and her heart raced with the knowledge that this was her wedding day—her wedding with Hasib.

She glanced toward the far end of the hall, where Hasib stood, looking impossibly handsome in a traditional sherwani. His eyes were locked on hers, filled with so much love and adoration that it made her heart skip a beat. He smiled, and it was the kind of smile that melted every worry, every fear away. This was their moment, and nothing could take it from them.

As she walked toward him, the guests parted, clapping and cheering softly. Nafisa's steps were slow, and graceful, each one bringing her closer to the man she loved.

When she finally reached Hasib, he took her hands in his, his touch sending a wave of warmth through her. His voice was soft, filled with emotion as he spoke.

"You look beautiful," he whispered, his eyes shining with admiration.

Nafisa's heart fluttered. "So do you."

They stood together under the canopy, the priest's voice echoing softly around them as the sacred rituals began. But Nafisa wasn't paying attention to the words—her entire focus was on Hasib. On the way, he looked at her, as if she was the most precious thing in the world.

Time seemed to slow down as they exchanged vows, promising to love and cherish each other for the rest of their lives. Nafisa could feel the love radiating from Hasib, and it filled her with a sense of peace and happiness, unlike anything she had ever known.

And then, the moment she had been waiting for—Hasib leaned in, his hands gently cupping her face, and kissed her softly on the lips. It was a kiss filled with love, with promise, with forever.

Nafisa's heart soared, and the cheers of the guests around them faded into the background. All that mattered was Hasib and the life they were about to start together.

When Nafisa woke up, the first rays of dawn were just beginning to peek through the curtains. She blinked, disoriented for a moment, her heart still racing from the vivid dream.

She sat up slowly, her mind still filled with the images of the wedding, the feeling of Hasib's hands in hers, the softness of his kiss. It had felt so real, so incredibly perfect, that for a brief moment, she had believed it was.

But as she looked around her quiet room, reality settled in. It had all been a dream.

A bittersweet smile tugged at the corners of her lips. She closed her eyes and whispered a soft prayer.

"Please, God… let that dream come true. Let me be with him. Let me marry him."

Tears of happiness welled up in her eyes, and Nafisa let out a deep breath, her heart filled with hope. She knew, deep down, that her love for Hasib was pure, and that they were meant to be together.

She could only pray that someday soon, her dream would become a reality.

To be continued...