tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44805144760512371542024-03-13T05:06:05.904+05:30LovegoodLuna writes...all the stories inside my head!Luna Lovegoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09803885763515044510noreply@blogger.comBlogger330125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480514476051237154.post-34275570382861874732018-09-25T00:18:00.001+05:302018-09-25T00:18:49.035+05:30A little drama is required<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Being an Indian, I can totally
bet that you can just never get enough of drama. You may hate it yet you can’t
escape it. I think that we are wired in a way that from time to time, we do
need to refill our drama quotient. Of course it takes different amount of time
for different persons for the drama quotient to get empty. Someone’s drama
quotient may last for one month while someone else’s may last just a week.</div>
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Don’t get me wrong here. I am not
saying that Indians do not appreciate good cinema. On the contrary, drama is
probably the least appreciated genre of cinematic content in this country. This
has been around for so long that it is now being taken for granted. With the
advent of international media and exposure to other genres, the significance of
drama has further subdued. Yet, I firmly believe that it will never be extinct.</div>
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I know of someone who really
enjoys Game of Thrones. He is a huge fan of Batman. He has watched every episode
of Supernatural. He watches every super hero movie. He is a fan to an extent
that he even speaks the dialogues in usual conversation. Yet when the movie
Bajrangi Bhaijaan came out, his status read something like – Hum toh aapki
dabangiyat ke deewane the yeh toh aap Bajrangi Bhaijaan banke aur bhi zyada fan
kar gaye – loosely translated to that we were fan of your Dabangg image and you
made us a fan with Bajrangi Bhaijaan.</div>
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Then I don’t know a single girl
who hasn’t seen one of the drama shows. All mothers and the previous
generations have seen Balaji production shows. Even the girls – I don’t think
there is any who has not seen any. Countless shows like Geet, Miley Jab Hum
Tum, Dil Mil Gaye and many more started as being of a different genre but they
contained tons of drama and got even bigger viewership. Well you may argue that
these shows didn’t contain the saas-bahu drama but hey, drama is drama in any
form or relationship.</div>
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There is also a quick test for
this – see any show or movie which is currently showing a romantic or wedding
sequence. Even though such scene seldom not contain drama correlated, if you
get a girl to watch it for a couple of seconds, she is most likely to sit
through the entire run. And not just girls, I know a lot of guys will respond
in the same manner to this test.</div>
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I realized this when suddenly I
had this urge to see a Karan Johar movie one day. I have all marvel movies in
my cellphone along with FRIENDS series. I was already seeing some more things
and then just out of the blue, I wanted to see a typical Bollywood movie. The
first movie that came to my mind was Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham. It is a great
movie. The songs are pretty awesome. However, you can’t deny that there are
some real basic issues with the movie. AB being so rigid. AB was a billionaire
and his wife needed permission to do everything. Rahul never realized that
Naina loved him. Well these are the ones pointed from the first couple of
minutes of the movie. Also drama is not my favourite genre. I love comedies and
there are a lot of them that I keep seeing endlessly. Yet, I know the dialogues
of this movie. And that day I had this intense urge to see it – just to refill
my quota.</div>
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I am not saying it is a good or a
bad thing. I am just saying that we all are brought up amongst all this. Family
stories and family values are something that are quite natural to all of us. We
may not love that but we can’t deny it being a part of us.</div>
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Probably that is why I take some
moments off my sleep and do things like writing this blog and then tell it in
the office tomorrow for the reason for my sleep deprived state – for – thoda drama
toh banta hai boss!</div>
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Luna Lovegoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09803885763515044510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480514476051237154.post-50803742277773776232018-09-16T22:54:00.003+05:302018-09-16T22:54:52.501+05:30Guys and their hair<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I love my hair. For the love of
God and Satan combined, I do. I don’t care if I don’t wash my face one day but
I care deeply if something happens to even one strand on my head. I like them
long and strong. Of course it means that I try a lot of oils and shampoos.
Sometimes, actually most times, it doesn’t help. But then again often I wonder
what would I do with my long hair? As in currently I do have sufficiently long
hair but every time I wash them, I don’t have any option but to keep them open
or to tie a braid. Those are the times when I really wonder if I would like my
hair short.<br />
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This thought came to my mind
thanks to my Gym Instructor. He has normal boy cut hair but every day he keeps
on doing something to them. Sometimes he will gel them up to become square
shaped. Other days he supports a slanted-hill or what I prefer – a Johnny Bravo
look. Sometimes he will cut his hair real short from the sides and let them be
as it is. Other times he will keep asking how his hairstyle is and I have
totally no clue what is different. I do agree that the way he keeps his hair
makes a lot of difference to his overall appearance. Some days he looks quite
young and not so young on the others. Yet I have seen his devotion to keep his
hair in the perfect style throughout the day. When I need to defend my
laziness, I would say that his hair is shorter so he can do it. However ever
since I have noticed him, I started noticing guys in general fussing over their
hair.</div>
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One day I was going to my office
in the office bus and I see this car at the signal. There is a little traffic
and there is a little guy and probably his father in the car. The child is
dressed in school dress. He is so calm and composed. He has no issues with the traffic
or concerns of getting late for his school. He was busy setting his hair. I am
not even sure if we had mirrors in my school but certainly times have changed
since I have left school.</div>
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Speaking on the same note, my
office bus driver – well, sometimes he is fresh, sometimes he is talking on
phone, sometimes he is listening to music and other times he is wearing
chappals, supporting a just-out-of-bed look. Still he makes sure that no matter
what, his hair is always perfect. I have never seen his hair look any different
or out of place. His hair is always the same length and always set the same
way.</div>
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An even more striking incident
happened when I was at a wedding. The groom’s family had arrived and the girl’s
younger brother and sister were ushering them into the hall. There was this
crazy loud music and dancing. The welcoming rituals were just done and now the
groom was walking into the main hall towards the stage. The bride’s siblings
are walking behind him. The groom’s side people are dancing. Amidst all this,
the bride’s younger brother is dancing and then stops, set his hair and then
dances again. Not even sure why but this is what I saw.</div>
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Now when I see guys setting their
hair, I cant help but laugh a little. At the same time I am still unsure what
do I do with my own hair.</div>
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Luna Lovegoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09803885763515044510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480514476051237154.post-43295275817127631852018-08-26T20:52:00.000+05:302018-08-26T20:53:32.889+05:30Some Harry Potter things : How Neville became ProfessorAfter the battle of Hogwarts, Aberforth had become a special advisor for the trio. They didn’t call him their friend since he always advocated the Devil and in his own special way, helped them to see the flaw in their actions.<div><br></div><div>However they didn’t anticipate that Aberforth was now accessible to many people. His name had helped him fet acquinted and respected by people. On one of their visits to Aberforth, Harry, Ron and Hermione found Neville in the drawing room. Neville had a couple of books in his hands and looked rather, well, Neville!</div><div>Neville’s tremendous display of courage at the battle had given him the confidence he had always needed. Proven to be a worthy son to his parents, now Neville had found in his heart the courage to pursue his dreams. He had returned to Hogwarts to complete his NEWTs and had received a minimum of E in all his subjects. His grandmother was happier than she could ever be. She admitted that all she wanted for her grandson was to be himself. Now that he didn’t feel that he needed to be like his parents or anyone else, she stopped telling him what she wanted. This didn’t mean that she stopped telling him what to do. Often she told him about how to take care of the plants that Neville had grown in his little garden at home. Despite knowing that she was not providing the best solution, Neville was still scared of not obeying his grandmother.</div><div><br></div><div>From Aberforth the trio came to know about Neville’s interest in teaching Herbology. After completing his time in Hogwarts, Neville had spent months meeting fellow Herbologists and sharing his knowledge with them. Over time he authored several articles that got published in different magazines. He had become a kind of celebrity in the field. It was more due to his involvement in the battle of Hogwarts and him being friends with the trio. This was now the reason why Neville was sitting in Aberforth’s home.</div><div>Neville often visited Hogwarts to take suggestions from Professor Sprouts on his articles. In honesty, he felt best at home in those greenhouses where he had first discovered himself and something that he was good at. Now when he wad finally doing what he loved, he was still not happy. Atleast not completely. He felt that his work was slowly becoming about making experiences and retelling tales enumerated several times earlier. What he wanted was a quiet life where he could do his research and at the same time help others find their love for the subject. Aberforth had suggested that he tried for the job at Hogwarts. </div><div><br></div><div>Professor Sprouts had wanted to retire for sometime now. She had seen quiet a lot of things. She had taught a lot of students. After the battle of Hogwarts, she had started valuing her life significantly. Initially she tried quite a few different activities like broom riding, potion making and ground keeping. However she failed in all of them. She found her calling recently and it was time she took it up seriously. She had informed Headmistress McGonagall that she wanted to now travel the world and meet the different wizards and witches. Unable to find a suitable replacement, Minerva had always succeeded in agreeing her friend to extend another year.</div><div>Aberforth felt that the time was right when Pomona got the break she deserved and Neville got the opportunity he wanted.</div><div><br></div><div>Ron was more than happy to take this up with Percy who had now become the senior Undersecretary to the Minister of Magic. Ironically, the decree that Fudge had implemented that the Ministry can provide a faculty member if the headmaster or headmistress is unable to find had failed to do so.</div><div>Percy drafted the entire suggestion and Harry helped getting it approved by the Minister of Magic.</div><div><br></div><div>On a fine Tuesday evening, the trio and Neville answered a summon to the Headmistress’ office. Even though they were all sitting comfortably, the aura around Professor McGonagall was still the same. Sitting in front of her they were sure that they had done something wrong and had already started feeling guilty.</div><div><span style="caret-color: rgb(69, 69, 69); color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.301961); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">‘So the ministry is interfering with Hogwarts again?’ She said sternly, raising everyone to alert. She then smiled and gave a parchment to Neville. He read it quite unbelievingly. It was an offer for the post. ‘I do not need the ministry telling me about my students Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger. I do however appreciate your concern and willingness to help your friend. I wont be needing this however. It would be very kind of your Mr. Potter if you could return this.’ Saying so she handed Harry a parchment which was sealed with the Ministry seal. Later he came to know that she had returned the Ministry orders for Neville’s appointment at the school and instead given him the offer on behalf of the school directors. Now so much for crossing a toe out of line, the three were to return these to the Minister’s office, which seemed a well deserved punishment for not taking the easier approach.</span><br style="caret-color: rgb(69, 69, 69); color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.301961);"><div style="caret-color: rgb(69, 69, 69); color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.301961);"><br></div><div style="caret-color: rgb(69, 69, 69); color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.301961);">No longer in the light of his elder brother, he was wise in his own ways and people were coming to see that. Soon he had become an important part of the Wizarding world. However, he preferred his quiet life in his home with the portrait of his sister. An additional portrait of his brother now stood beside this. Often the three of them chatted and introspected on problems at hand. Albus and Aberforth still had their disagreements often ending with Albus’s abrupt departure from the frame or Aberforth’s threat to bring down Albus’s painting. It was as normal as things could get and it was as wonderful as never since Percival’s arrest at the Dumbledore’s home.</div><div style="caret-color: rgb(69, 69, 69); color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.301961);"><br></div></div>Luna Lovegoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09803885763515044510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480514476051237154.post-71307053870672255202018-08-13T13:09:00.002+05:302018-08-13T13:14:37.277+05:30Simply curious<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I am not promoting or endorsing anything but I use this Wynk app to listen to music. Its got a fairly huge list of songs and I am more or less able to find all songs I want to listen to! It gets a little annoying with respect to the ads - ofcourse I can always pay to get rid of them!<br />
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Off late they have come up with this ad of theirs which displays when you open the app or while the ad is playing.. and its pretty amusing!<br />
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Now I am wondering if they already have lakha of people who have upgraded to their premium annual membership - why do they want others to do so as well?<br />
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I am not complaining about the ads here!! I just found it pretty amusing!<br />
I mean from my point of view - I am getting the service I want with sometimes 30sec ads which can still be skipped - fyi Wynk team! Also I believe with their app upgrade, they have become a little rigorous with the ads. The frequency has increased. If lakhs of people have taken the membership, this increase is not quite justified. Secondly if lakhs of people have taken the membership then I assume that the ad is not relevant. People are not going to take the membership because an ad tells them to.<br />
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Anyways!! Something I found amusing so thought to share 😉</div>
Luna Lovegoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09803885763515044510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480514476051237154.post-76642052483913844652018-08-10T09:01:00.000+05:302018-08-10T09:01:39.500+05:30The life of Hermione Jean Granger Weasley :: The spinning toothbrush<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">In addition to being the Minister of Magic, Hermione was also the mother of two Weasley children who grew up with other Weasley children and three Potter children. It was such a struggle to ensure her children learned to make the right choice that she sometimes considered that being the minister was the easier than being the mother.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Worst happened when her husband took fancy of spending more time with his brother George as the Weasley Wizarding Wheezes became uncontrollably popular and Hugo started accompanying his father on frequent trips to the store.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">While Hermione’s daughter Rose had taken after her, Hugo had somehow taken after Peeves - or so said Ron, his father. Hugo and Rose shared the room under the attic and Hugo gave a soaring competition to the ghoul in creating havoc. Even grandmother Weasley had modified her ancient magical wall clock to include a new action - ‘Doing something they should not’, where George and Hugo spent most of their time!! None the less he had grown up witty and loving. He had also inherited his grandfather’s love for the muggle artefacts.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Just before his seventh birthday, Rose and he had spent an entire month with their muggle grandparents. While coming back, Hugo had packed a lot of things that he did not carry while travelling to the place. Later under strict supervision of George Weasley, Hugo practiced to transform an electric toothbrush to an electric broom, with the help of Ron’s wand that he had helped himself with as Ron was sleeping.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">A loud noise and the shake of the entire burrow was something that made everyone stop doing whatever they were. Arthur Weasley was the first one to reach Hugo’s room, from where the noise had come, and see the situation inside. A moment later he came out calmly to tell everyone that the situation is under control and it was all fine. Just as he had come, he disappeared back into the room and closed it - with magic as well as the new technology password lock Hugo was presented for his previous birthday by his muggle grandparents. It was not one lock but a combination of multiple locks. So someone would need to repeat ‘Alohomora’ a couple of times before the lock would open and this would be sufficient time for Hugo to clear away something that his sister, mother or grandmother should not see.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">What Arthur Weasley saw made a smile grow on his face. The toothbrush had been magically engorged and spilling water all around while spinning at a tremendous speed. George was standing in a corner looking at the object spinning crazily in the room. His eyes sparkled like they had some idea as to its use. Hugo simply stood transfixed, unable to believe his own creation. Having spent his many years in the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts office, Arthur Weasley’s first reaction was of horror. However his retirement, George and his grandchildren had had a bad affect on him and had only spiked his spirits to experiment with muggle objects. Slowly a grin spread over his face.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">The loud noise had not gone unnoticed and the voices from the room did not stop. A couple of minutes later Hermione decided to open the door anyhow. She was the Minister of Magic and if something was happening that shouldn’t, she needed to do something about it. She looked at her husband who had now woken up and was standing by her side. Taking his silence for approval, she started performing the counter spells to open the door. Ron however, had learnt to keep his distance from places where George might be involved.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">The Wild noise inside had made the clicking of the locks almost inaudible. Every click only made Hermione be faster to reach the next one. She silently prayed that her son was alright in there and more importantly he wasn’t breaking any rule!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Hermione entered the room to find a wildly spinning toothbrush which was trying to clean everything and everyone inside. There was water everywhere. The ghoul was jumping in the attic to meet the rhythm that the brush was creating. Meanwhile, Arthur, George and Hugo were busy trying to spell the brush to tame it so that it follows their directions. So far, they had no luck.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">In just one of these moments she wished that living in a muggle home where trace prohibited an underage wizard to perform magic was seriously better. She stood dumbstruck assessing the scene before her while Molly was shouting behind at the three people. She took Arthur and Hugo to get them cleaned and to ensure Hermione didn’t give them a hard time. George didn’t need telling. He had disapparated the moment he saw his mother. Molly Weasley had grown soft as a grandmother but she was still a very ferocious mother to her children and they didn’t step a toe out of line in front of her, atleast.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">When Hugo left, Hermione saw something that he had dropped. It was a wand. She held her head in her hands not able to believe from where her son would get a wand. Then she realised that it was Ron’s wand. She looked at him, with anger. Ron, the only one in the room didn’t know where to look or what to do. Without any word, Hermione knew that it had been Ron’s carelessness that had caused the whole episode. She raised her wand slightly, pointing it right at her husband. A black flash shone and a second later there were streams of spiders following Ron as he sped wildly screaming ‘Blimey! Its school all over again! This woman is crazy! Sometimes birds and now SPIDERS!!’</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Screaming, he ran out into the lawn to get away from the spiders as much as he could.</span></div>
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Luna Lovegoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09803885763515044510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480514476051237154.post-23974039542814989112018-08-03T11:21:00.002+05:302018-08-03T11:21:46.598+05:30I did the unimaginable !!!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Life is all about extending your comfort zone.. going out there in the unknown and mastering it. It is very simple to do something you know but it is extremely difficult to make something you don’t know, simple. Well naturally, blogging is something that comes naturally to me. It gives me immense pleasure to pen down (type) my thoughts and let them generate a flow of imagination. Yet, sometimes.. just one of those times.. I like to venture into the unknown and do what I don’t usually do. This time, I did something really unimaginable!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">The story begins that due to some really amazing mobile network providers (sarcasm .. since such an entity doesn’t exist ) I am forced to keep two mobiles ( also due to the fact that my mobiles - both of them - can accommodate only a single sim card ). It keeps me on my toes to keep checking them and that is something really hard since I am quite forgetful. It also has its benefits - one I use for talking to other people; the second is a personal one - contains my games and the editor where I type this content. Anyways.. it started out being difficult but now I am quite accustomed to this.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Then one fine day our very old neighbours come to visit us. They are quite simple and humble people. They come for dinner and we talk like people did in the 1980s (no thanks to people using digital communication to keep their personal spaces quite huge to be impenetrable!)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Anyways.. so usually I don’t talk much using either of my phones. Even then the phones were in my room and I was in the dining area - cooking, eating, chatting and happy! When they got up to leave, it was quite late and dad offered to drop them to their accommodation. I went to bid them farewell and notified that there was an empty seat in the car. Greedy for more moments for sheer and simple happiness, I told my mom that I am going as well and sat in the car.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">The entire journey to drop them to their accommodation and back was roughly twenty minutes. I merrily talked to everyone while we went and then with my dad while returning. Not even once did I feel that I am disconnected from the world. I was actually more connected than I had been in a long time.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Only when I came back home I realised that I had taken the trip without either of my phones - those phones I carry even to the washroom - those phones that have replaced most of my friends with contacts - those phones which have replaced my watches with digital timed display - those phones that have replaced my mother waking me up with alarms - those phones that are a part of everything I do - from writing this blog to listening to songs - from singing to watching news - every little to every major thing imaginable! And the best part - I realised that I am fully capable in their absence. I was also happy!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Yes, I don’t deny that I need these. For instance these phones provide me quick ease to talk to my grandmother who is some distance away. This phone also enables me to type out this content wherever I am and whenever I want. But I don’t want to be smart because the phone I hold is a smart phone! It should be the other way around.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">So yes - I am glad that I did something that most of us usually don’t do. I found happiness without any digitalisation.</span></div>
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Luna Lovegoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09803885763515044510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480514476051237154.post-42909275528758524042018-07-19T23:46:00.003+05:302018-07-19T23:46:39.385+05:30Writes of what to write and what not to write<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Recently reading a
lot of emails (because that is what I do), I realized that there is no correct
or incorrect way to perform written communication. If you are a student, all
the letters that you have written and the formats that you have learnt, apparently
you shall forget them as soon as you start working i.e. be of age of actually
writing those letters. Also, there is nothing like US or UK format. There is
simply no format.</div>
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When I spent a
couple of minutes browsing through different emails, there was something more
that I realized. The closing or every mail changed a lot. It is similar to how
we take home the climax of a good movie. Similarly, the closing changes the
tone of the email.</div>
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Here is a list
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<li style="margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0; vertical-align: middle;" value="1"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; font-size: 11.0pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;">Regards</span></li>
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I
am not sure how this came into being a part of the business communication at
all. Imagine all the mails where you are berating the other or demanding
explanation yet you finish the email with Regards. Another comical example is
applying sick leave on email and then ending the same with Regards. Right, you
are the one who is unwell yet you would like to show Regards to others. However
this is the safest option as it is a mildly happy emotion. There are no
expectations from this and neither any strong sentiments reflecting from the
same.</div>
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<li style="margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0; vertical-align: middle;" value="2"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; font-size: 11.0pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;">Sincerely</span></li>
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Never
used in the real world! Sincerely, if I recall was to make the tone formal.
Writing any business email and then ending it with Sincerely ensured that the
tone of the email remained formal and business meaning. People were supposed to
know that you meant business and that you are sincere in your approach. However
this has never been used even once in any email that has passed from my sight
in the past nearly four years of my experience.</div>
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<li style="margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0; vertical-align: middle;" value="3"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; font-size: 11.0pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;">Best Wishes</span></li>
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Seldom
used in quite jovial mails. This is like 'Regards' but in stronger sentiment.
Imagine firing someone and ending it with 'Best Wishes' - almost like you are
wishing him/her away. This is showing that the sender is simply too happy. And
trust me, happiness is not an emotion that your boss likes. He is soon going to
sense your happiness and burden you with more work. So no Best Wishes.</div>
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<li style="margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0; vertical-align: middle;" value="4"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; font-size: 11.0pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;">Cheers</span></li>
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Now
I have seen a lot of people from other countries posting some info or a very
neutral email and ending with Cheers. While Cheers always seems to lighten the
mood, it never makes sense to write your name after Cheers. That totally shows
that the sender is drunk and takes Cheers to a totally different meaning.</div>
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<li style="margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0; vertical-align: middle;" value="5"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; font-size: 11.0pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;">Thanks</span></li>
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This
is totally the safest option of them all. From applying for leave to berating
someone, thanks can be used everywhere. Depending on the reader, it can be
conceived as ending the conversation or putting you as a humble person. When in
doubt, go with Thanks!!</div>
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<li style="margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0; vertical-align: middle;" value="6"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; font-size: 11.0pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;">Mixed Tone/ Multiple closing
notes</span></li>
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Horrible
choice! Never go for it! Often people will mix two notes which don’t match each
other. That makes the situation disastrous. Other times having long closing
notes or multiple line closing notes makes the email content smaller than the
same. So unless you are totally sure - totally not advised. Topic closed!</div>
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<li style="margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0; vertical-align: middle;" value="7"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; font-size: 11.0pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;">No closing note</span></li>
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Why?
In a world full of words, you don’t even find one for yourself? It often makes
you sound rude and changes the tone to be angry. Avoid it unless you can afford
it.</div>
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<li style="margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0; vertical-align: middle;" value="8"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; font-size: 11.0pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;">Love</span></li>
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Never
appeared anywhere else other than the formats written in school. Won't appear
either. Don’t bother yourself.</div>
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<li style="margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0; vertical-align: middle;" value="9"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; font-size: 11.0pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;">Short forms or abbreviations
like Thnx or Regds</span></li>
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Like
who stole your vowels? How much extra calories are you going to burn typing
those extra alphabets? You know right that signatures can be saved and
configured to be attached to mails automatically? Did you know you were sending
an email and not an sms?</div>
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<li style="margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0; vertical-align: middle;" value="10"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; font-size: 11.0pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;">Take Care</span></li>
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Becomes
too good will seeking. Read passage for Best Wishes.</div>
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<li style="margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0; vertical-align: middle;" value="11"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; font-size: 11.0pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;">-Name</span></li>
</ol>
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Right!
We could have never guessed your name unless you wrote it. This is only useful
if you have a long name - like really long and you are working with people from
other regions as well who might have difficulty pronouncing your name or your
name is too long to write. Only then it is acceptable to sign your name or
short of it to ensure people know what you like to be called. It is also better
than nothing. In general sense, not a too preferable practice.</div>
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<li style="margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0; vertical-align: middle;" value="12"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; font-size: 11.0pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;">Yours</span></li>
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What?
Freaking complete your sentence/phrase/sentiment and then I will complete mine.</div>
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Some other humorous
closing notes that I found on the internet -</div>
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<li style="margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0; vertical-align: middle;" value="1"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; font-size: 11.0pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;">Sent from my iPhone / Sent
from BlackBerry</span></li>
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Flaunting
your phone/ application? Would the content change if you sent it from desktop? </div>
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It
explains away brevity and typos—who’s at their best when typing on a phone? But
it also conveys that you don’t care enough to do away with the default email
signature that came stock with your device’s email app.</div>
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Some
people get creative with this signature. A few fun (if not necessarily business
appropriate) examples found round the Internet include:</div>
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<li style="margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0; vertical-align: middle;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;">My parents wouldn’t buy me an
iPhone so I have to manually type “Sent from my iPhone” to look cool</span></li>
<li style="margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0; vertical-align: middle;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;">Sent telepathically</span></li>
<li style="margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0; vertical-align: middle;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;">Sent from my laptop, so I
have no excuse for typos</span></li>
<li style="margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0; vertical-align: middle;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;">Sent from my smartphone so
please forgive any dumb mistakes</span></li>
<li style="margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0; vertical-align: middle;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;">I am responsible for the
concept of this message. Unfortunately, autocorrect is responsible for the
content</span></li>
<li style="margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0; vertical-align: middle;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;">Sent from my mobile. Fingers
big. Keyboard small.</span></li>
<li style="margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0; vertical-align: middle;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;">iPhone. iTypos. iApologize.</span></li>
<li style="margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0; vertical-align: middle;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;">My phone can’t spell for
crap.</span></li>
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Luna Lovegoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09803885763515044510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480514476051237154.post-37070298169748451112018-07-19T22:38:00.002+05:302018-07-19T22:38:33.907+05:30Stopping Time<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Why won't you
stop?<br />
Why won't you just listen?</div>
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I need a moment</div>
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Or maybe more</div>
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Till it all sinks in</div>
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From the moment that
I started</div>
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With you as my
constant companion</div>
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A shadow in the
watch</div>
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A friend, sometimes
a foe</div>
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An observer in
oblivion</div>
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Till the highest of
peaks</div>
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And deep into the
oceans great</div>
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In school, in the
mall</div>
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In office, in my hoe</div>
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Like a pendulum, you
gyrate</div>
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Breaking me from
within</div>
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And teaching me to
move on</div>
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You are the teacher,
I yearn for</div>
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When I reach out</div>
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You are long gone</div>
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O Time, yet again I
plead</div>
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This is one moment
that I need</div>
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The moment when you
freeze</div>
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This moment in
sorrow or in glee</div>
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Will never tend to
cease or be freed</div>
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I need this moment
to catch a breath</div>
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To sit in quiet and
retrospect</div>
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To just stop running
for a while</div>
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All I need is a
moment to smile</div>
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And I plead and
inflect</div>
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One challenge after
another</div>
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Sometimes more than
one at a time</div>
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I have fared through
it all</div>
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Sometimes taking a
toll</div>
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Other times with a
shine like dime</div>
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Today is not any
other day</div>
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The words fall short
for what I have to say</div>
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Wanting a moment is
a wish</div>
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Waiting for a
shooting star, under</div>
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The starless night I
lay</div>
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A moment for me</div>
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A moment for you</div>
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If you stop, the
moment anew</div>
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Hold my hand, let me
walk you through</div>
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When you stop, the
moment comes true!</div>
</div>
Luna Lovegoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09803885763515044510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480514476051237154.post-30742443988797418912018-07-03T22:03:00.000+05:302018-07-03T22:03:14.519+05:30The precious Elbow<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Once or twice now, I have asked people to wear helmets. When they were only travelling the nearby areas, they felt helmet was unnecessary and it is only required when travelling long distances. Further if you insist that helmets should be worn even for the smallest of distances being travelled on road, they would reply that they drive carefully.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Well, to all those people and everyone who thinks similarly -</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">1. Helmets are for the protection of yourself - specifically your skull. The traffic police personnel who fined you for not wearing one or I, who keeps bothering you with such trivial information, have nothing to gain from you wearing a helmet. Trust me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">2. I certainly believe you are careful and drive safely. The same can not be said truthfully about every other vehicle driver on the road. Unfortunately.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">3. Helmets will protect your skull even if you are seated in the rear. So if you have a skull, helmets are mandatory. If you have a spare, you are exempted Lord Raavana.</span></div>
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<div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">But helmets can be really annoying if I want to talk to someone with me or especially in summer time! True!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Use the public transport or pool a car with friends. I can guarantee no public transport requires you to wear helmets. Some of them will have ACs to help you fight the summer. They will cost you less or equal to what you spend while using you two-wheeler. Moreover, public transport will take away a lot of your issues - wearing a second shirt Over your office clothes, tan over your exposed arms, gives you extra time to read or catch up on your favourite show/movie, gives you chance to meet new people, takes away your tension about your parking spot getting full.. and more. All this at the tempting price of only two disadvantages - you will need to carry perfume at most times and you will need to careful about your belongings.</span></div>
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<div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">It is not the case that nobody wears helmets. Almost everyone has and carries them. However, to my utter astonishment, many people find themselves safer securing their elbows instead of their heads. Now i have heard of brains being in the knee joints but God knows what hidden treasure is there in the elbow joints (sometimes my elbow joints pain.. maybe the treasures are growing beyond capacity). Weirdly we only aim at protecting one elbow. Not sure how someone finds the exact elbow where their treasure is. What if they are wrong? What if they meet an accident and their other elbow breaks and the treasure gets lost? More importantly - why only elbow?? A person has 206 bones.. many joints I don’t know the count of.. other organs and muscles.. what about them?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">On a serious note.. I am cursed with travelling to Gurgaon from Delhi for the past three and a half years. Taking the Delhi-Jaipur highway, I have seen several accidents. Some as they happen.. other leaving the road bloody. Seen headless corpses. Tick. Seen a man being hit by a truck and die on spot. Tick.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Worst of all I have seen how the buses or travellers drive on the highway. Most of the drivers are none the less experts in navigating the bus through spaces enough for a nano car. This becomes more a reason to be cautious when you dare to drive on the same road.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Well even after everything you believe that your hairstyle is important than some weird safety measure, trust me hair will grow (or wear a wig) as long as you have a skull. Without a skull, it is very difficult to style and flaunt your hair!</span></div>
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Luna Lovegoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09803885763515044510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480514476051237154.post-72822486913633871912018-06-26T12:58:00.002+05:302018-06-26T12:58:52.939+05:30A wedding to attend<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Some twenty years ago I lived in a small town called ‘Mandi’. It is a quiet and lesser knows towns in the picturesque state of Himachal Pradesh. The city is near to the very famous Kullu - Manali stations and IIT has opened in the district. Other than the above two, there is simply nothing out of the ordinary.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">I was here a great while back. The memories I have of this place are all of daily life - visit to the temple, visit to the market, celebrating festivals in the colony, pretending to be detectives in school, eating, celebrating local festivities, and the other memories that my parents have implanted in my mind from the stories heard and re-heard a countless times.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Yet Mandi remains to be one place I feel at home. It is one place that I am always eager to see. Every time that I am here, it feels like I had never left. I don’t know everyone here and I constantly get the facts incorrect. The feeling still doesn’t recede.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Today I am here to witness a wedding. Wedding of our then neighbours’ son. My parents love these people. Apparently they had been wonderful while we were here and I am supposed to have countless memories with them. They have also stayed in touch for the twenty years - sufficient time for anyone to forget the other.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">The wedding is a simple affair. These people are rich but this is not the rich wedding that I am used to. This wedding was rich but in some other manner. It was rich in emotions, rich with happiness and rich with people who genuinely were there to spread happiness and bless the couple.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">And this is what makes Mandi unique. Everyone here is genuinely happy about the wedding. The bride and the groom (or at least one) knows every person present to witness the matrimony. Instead of investing in decorations or the number of dishes for every function, the family has ensured that no guest remains unattended. They are spending as much time with everyone as possible. People are genuinely welcoming you as you meet and greet them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">There is music. The groom ensures that his to he better half doesn’t feel lost in the swarms of people from his end. He ensures to meet the family from her side. At his home, the groom is busy getting the room decorated for all the girls to get their selfies clicked. The food is simple and delicious than being large number of dishes with the task to find one to eat.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">And don’t misunderstand me! Its not like the decorations were not there. Being a small town populated on both banks of Vyasa river, the decorations of the house or of the banquet hall were visible to anyone and everyone in the city. For anyone in the town, it was hard to miss that the wedding was happening. They house shone brighter than the brightest star in the sky. On the day of the wedding, everyone marched to the main market where the procession gathered and people danced. It was like the whole city was there. And don’t even ask about the fireworks! The fireworks were magnificent and continued for so long that everyone in the neighbouring towns must also gave seen them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">It was a wedding anyone would love to have!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Of course there were exceptions! You are to find them everywhere. The exceptions tried to make space for themselves removing the others aside. But unlike what I am used to, they didn’t try to ruin anyone else’s moment or anyhow create problem for the bride or the groom.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">It was the first time when I saw the groom’s father stand outside his home for all the days of the function to welcome everyone. It was the first time I saw the groom’s father check all the arrangements done by the caterer since the bride’s family was not local and they had paid for the arrangement. It was the first time I saw the groom’s father go and hug his son and daughter in law when she climbed the stage. It was the first time when I saw the groom’s family scolding the hotel staff for not attending to the bride’s guests. It was the first time the family introduced their other samdhis with a pride not paralleled. It was the first time for a lot of things.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Moreover when I was leaving Mandi, we went to bid farewell to the family, I had tears and it felt like I was the one being bid farewell from my house than the bride.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">It was not a wedding but an experience that is going to be treasured forever.</span></div>
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Luna Lovegoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09803885763515044510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480514476051237154.post-51719174718837786702018-04-02T21:02:00.000+05:302018-04-02T21:02:01.102+05:30A Pointed Revenge<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The National Capital City of
Delhi was in a state of shock. There were six murders in different parts of the
city, each seemingly with no connection to the other. Somehow the media had
caught wind of the happenings, making matters worse.</span></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Dr. Nalini Mehta was found
hanging in the living room of her lavish home in Paschim Vihar. She had started
her career as an intern doctor at a Government Hospital. Her brilliance and
connection with the right people saw her become Chief Medical Supervisor at PMO,
post her retirement as the Director General of the Ministry of Health.</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">‘Divorced. Lived all by herself.
Children working in America.’ Informed the constable who had received reports
from Nalini’s background check. The Sub-Inspector nodded, keeping his eyes
fixed on the body now lying on the floor. This cannot be suicide, thought
Sub-Inspector Jayant. Nalini was doing well in her professional as well as
personal life. Yet the maid found her hanging when she came this morning. The
maid had also informed of the large amount of money that Nalini had brought
home, which was now, missing.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vikas Bhalla had retired as
secretary of Ministry of Home Affairs and now worked there as a consultant. He
had bought all four flats on one floor in a high priced Apartments in
Chattarpur, one for each of his children and one for himself.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">This morning when his eldest son
went to check on him, no one answered the door. He got worried and called
building security. They broke the door to find the couple lying in bed, throats
slit open. It was apparent that they were killed in their sleep. There was no
sign of struggle or an open window.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Inspector Nitesh, who usually
reported to his office at ten, was at the Bhalla residence at eight in the
morning, fully awake and in charge of the incident.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Akhil Prasad had retired as
secretary of Ministry of Urban Development, having previously served as
secretary of Ministry of Labour and Employment. He managed his positions well
and came to be known as the secretary who completed most housing projects. Post
retirement, he refused to join back. He actively worked in an NGO providing
relief in Disaster struck areas for a couple of years before opening his own
NGO. With his connections and experience with the Government, his work was soon
noticed and appreciated. He won several public accolades and titles.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Akhil’s daughter and
grand-daughter Nisha had come to live with him and his wife at their house in
Asiad Village. Today morning, when Nisha woke up, she felt dizzier than usual.
When she cleared her head and moved around the house, she let out a shrill
scream at the sight of her mother’s pale body lying on the sofa. The television
was switched on to a channel that she might have watched at night. Her
grandparents were in the same state in their bed. Sensing that something was
wrong, she gathered the neighbours for help.</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Inspector Nishant was soon at the
scene. His medical team soon found huge amount of poisonous gas that had been
induced into the house through Air Conditioners. Nisha had decided to open the
window at night, thus, surviving the attack.</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Inspector Jayant had not
progressed much. Nalini had some big connections and her mysterious death had
created a sense of insecurity amongst many influential others. The pressure to
resolve the case was increasing every minute and even when the inspector had
spoken to her colleagues, her maid, her children and her neighbours, he had
absolutely nothing to report.</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Jayant was on the call with the
commissioner for the fourth time since morning. He cut the call, when he heard
some commotion around the entrance of the house. He saw a plump woman with
brown eyes, wearing an apron and carrying a rolling pin, trying to enter the
house. She appeared to be in her late thirties. From her appearance, Jayant
tagged her as one-of-the-nosy neighbours. She kept asking for a muffler. When
Jayant asked her clearly, she said ‘This lady was standing down the road
yesterday, waiting for cab. She was cold and so borrowed a muffler from me.
Today I saw in news that she died. How will I get my muffler back?’ The lady
started sobbing. Jayant didn’t care – it was news to him that Nalini took a cab
when she always travels in her office car. He welcomed the lady inside who was
suddenly very interested to tell him all the details that she remembered. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">When Kamla, the neighbour, left,
Jayant had a big smile. He saw her leave for a moment and then immediately took
out his phone. He had a murderer to catch.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Inspector Nitesh was able to
locate the knife used to commit the crime. The ordinary kitchen knife was
thrown out of the window. The forensic report will take a long time but the
blood stains were sufficient to mark it as an evidence. Vikas’s driver had not
reported that day. Nitesh had followed this lead for more than two hours, only
to find that the driver was admitted to a hospital for dengue. He was frustrated
when he saw a lady in black suit, walk out of the elevator on Vikas’s floor.
She had flaming orange hair and a pale white face. Her black eyes stood
distinctly in her otherwise colourful appearance. She walked up to Nitesh and
shook his hand, introducing herself. She claimed to be Vikas’s physician and
unaware of the incident.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">She informed that Vikas had
called in last night and reported disgestive troubles. She had prescribed him
some medicines and advised to take some milk.</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">After a couple of minutes into
the discussion, Vikas’s mind was bursting with the solution to the case. As Dr.
Nidhi Shashtri left, he fired directions in all directions. He had nearly
solved the case.</span></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">If hell had broken lose, it had
to be here. Nishant had heard of the other two murders and earlier thought that
they were connected. It is always better to have a serial killer; you always
get more time to investigate. However, when he had spoken to Jayant and Nitesh,
he was displeased to know that they had found the killer. There was no one to
talk to except the maid or the granddaughter who was in shock.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">He was making futile attempts of
talking to the neighbouts when a lady walked upto him and introduced herself as
Akhil’s psycologist. She was a tall woman with thick brown curls. She had deep
blue eyes and wore a lot of funky jewellery. She seemed quite disturbed with
the news and was holding a file. ‘Akhil did seem disturbed lately. I was
supposed to meet them yesterday but I got stuck at work. I got free after one
in the morning and stopped by on my way to home. There was no answer to the
doorbell so I left. I wish I’d been there earlier. It might have made all the
difference. So all I can tell you is why he was murdered.’ The lady’s last few
words took Nishant by surprise. He forgot all about the points he intended to
verify about the doctor’s story and provided her his maximum attention. She
agreed to talk to him but only in private.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Nishant was holding the file that
the Dr. Jennifer had left with him. He opened the file and closed it shut,
symbolic for the case that he would close soon.</span></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">After hours of silence,
Commissioner Choudhary’s phone kept ringing. His officers had cracked the
cases. They were simple enough now that the picture was complete. Nonetheless,
Delhi Police (and he) deserved a lot of praise for solving them in a remarkable
time.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">He was picturing his media
statement for the next day, when his phone rang. Apparently the CBI was
interested in the case. His dream of a long-awaited promotion began to shatter.
Then again, this could be a meeting to highlight his involvement and
materialize his dream.</span></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">All the men felt extremely happy
and confident standing in front of CBI Senior Inspector Ravi. In less than a
day, the able officers of the Delhi Police had solved the cases.</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Ravi took their reports and read
them. ‘There was no connection between the deaths?’ asked Ravi without taking
his eyes off the last report. ‘None. Except three of the murdered persons held
positions of significance in the Government departments. The other murdered
victims are their family members.’ Replied the Commissioner proudly. There was
some credit for the Delhi Police in store and he was not letting the CBI take
it away. Ravi ignored the Commissioner, kept the report down and walked over to
Sub-Inspector Jayant.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">‘Would you mind telling me as to
why did you direct your investigation towards the cab company?’ Ravi asked with
utmost interest. Eagerly waiting for his moment to shine, Jayant started
spinning his tale ‘No one at Nalini’s home or office could provide any details.
She was always surrounded by people except when she travelled. On checking
records in her office we found that she used a cab to commute the day before
her demise. We got the car number from the register and tracked the car. We
traced it to Atul in Dwarka, who also seemed to have five lakh rupees cash at
his home. It became apparent that Atul saw Nalini bring cash home. The rest is
obvious. When Atul was caught, he confessed.’</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Ravi sighed; it had been the last
response that Jayant anticipated. Ravi moved over to Nitesh and asked ‘How did you
find the suspect?’</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Nitesh displayed all his teeth
and spoke ‘Vikas and Neeta were known for their social status. They were also
known for being creatures of habit. Every alternate evening they would buy milk
from a nearby milk booth. That day someone drugged the milk which they consumed.
The man then entered the house, took the jewellery Neeta had worn the previous
night and killed them in cold blood. The milk booth vendor identified two men
who were present at the booth around the time Vikas and Neeta had bought the
milk. Tracing them both, we found Chandan, who lives in the nearby slums. He
was drunk unconscious on his bed and there was the necklace in his pocket.
Later he confessed to his crimes.’</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Still looking down, Ravi moved to
the last. He didn’t need to ask as Nishant began his heroic tale – ‘The gases
found in the house were nitrogen and carbon-di-oxide. Both components are used
in packing. We found a shop in ShahpurJat that was closed on petitions by
Akhil’s NGO. The shop had employed many under-aged children. The petition not
only brought the shop to close but caused bad reputation for the franchise. Kshitij
- The manager for the shop got sacked and committed the murder for revenge.’ </span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">‘Are you all sure that this is
all there is to report?’ Ravi shouted at the three of them. They looked back in
confusion. Ignoring them, Ravi continued ‘Three significant government
officials get murdered within hours and you tell me that this is not planned or
connected.’</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">They had obviously thought about
this but when the suspects confessed to their crimes, there is no reason to
look any further.</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Ravi spoke, as if reading their
minds, ‘If all the suspects became cooperative as to confess to their crimes, I
would highly worry about my job. Now tell me – any other person or incident, no
matter how small.’</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">‘Well, the counsellor came to see
Nisha. Nisha seemed a lot better after that’ Nishant said. Ravi’s eyes gleamed.
He looked at Nishant, eager for more information. Nishant started ‘A doctor had
come from the Vilas Hospital to talk to Nisha. She was a very young and
friendly woman.’ ‘Dr. Jennifer, Vikas’s psychologist visited the crime scene.’
Nitesh added. Everyone looked at Jayant who mentioned about the neighbour
wanting her muffler back.</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">He didn’t want names. Ravi had
seen them to be fake. He asked them to get these women sketched. This was the
connection – a lady at each of the crime scenes. Also, why weren’t these women
mentioned in any of the reports?</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">When Ravi grilled the able
officers again, they broke and revealed how the nosy neighbour told Jayant
about the cab. Nitesh told that Vikas’s physician had discussed how
contaminated food samples had caused an emergency in her hospital the previous
night, which got her delayed. She also mentioned that she had advised him to
take milk. Finally, Nitesh confessed that the psychologist had brought him a
file which had article clippings of Akhil’s work These were records that Akhil
maintained of disturbing events related to his work.</span></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">When the sketches were ready,
they were of three very different women except all of them had a extremely
pointed noses. A voice inside Ravi’s mind told him that these three women were
connected or were the same person. The officers were trying to contact the
women they had met but had failed so far. All the names and visiting cards
turned out to be fake or borrowed.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">He liked challenges though. Ravi
decided to dig the past and find a connection. Only that would now lead to the
clear future.</span></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Sandhya walked down the dark
corridor for one last time. No matter how hard she had tried, the end was
inevitable. The orphanage was closed and uninhabited for a couple of months. It
would be broken to ruins the next day.</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">She was fourteen when she had
first stepped into the building. Her parents had died in a car crash and her
aunt refused to take her in. Uncle John, the caretaker of the orphanage, was a
great person. He encouraged her to study and become a psychologist. She was an
intern in Chennai when Uncle John passed away – or so they made it look.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The orphanage received its grants
from a trust. It would have had a bad fate if it hadn’t been for Uncle John. He
constantly fought with the trust to get the best for the children. He educated
all his children and inspired them. As a result, most children during Sandhya’s
stay had found good jobs and were settled. Having settled, the children would
keep in contact with Uncle John and help other children follow their footsteps.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">It was all going well until two
girls disappeared. Uncle John left no stone unturned to find them and to seek
Government’s help for the same. Fifteen days later, the two girls were found dead
at a construction site. It was evident that they had died of assault. Yet the
deputy director general from Health Ministry denied any such case. The labour
ministry gave a statement that the girls had come looking for a job and died in
an accident. The home ministry found this incident very upsetting. No one took
notice that the members from Home Ministry and Labour Ministry were in the
trust. Indeed they were the ones who had long conversations with the children
during their visit to the orphanage.</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Unable to bring any justice to
his children, Uncle John sought help of the children who had left the
orphanage. When the matter caught fire again, the newspapers reported that
Uncle John passed away in his sleep. A new caretaker was appointed by the trust
and the orphanage soon became a hub for all sorts of illegal activities. Less
than an year ago, the trust decided to close this orphanage as it was ‘no
longer safe for children’. Only if irony could kill!</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Sandhya pulled out the most
peculiar assortment of items from her bag and placed them on a pyre in the
courtyard. The items were a thick bun wig, false cheeks, a dirty apron, flaming
orange hair, a black suit, some rings and bracelets, two pair of contact
lenses, a brown curly wig, a white kurta and blue jeans. She opened her bag and
took out a wet tissue to wipe off the wrinkles off her face. As she threw the
tissue on top of the pyre, she looked years younger than she had the whole day.
</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">It had taken her ten years to get
here. Ever since the Uncle John’s demise, she knew that only well placed people
make a difference. She worked hard each day and became the best in her
profession. She got employed by one of the best Government hospitals. Other
than her job, she would often volunteer as a counsellor for the under
privileged occasionally. It took her sometime to identify Atul, Chandan and
Kshitij. They were identical in many aspects – alcoholic and abusive. Their
family members had often come to her for counselling and help. She decided to
meet them. In a couple of months, she was able to hypnotize them and
what-she-called reprogram them. They were filled with hatred, waiting for the
moment to strike their targets. Also, she had got them to sign an organ
donation form – which was her way of making them repay to the society. On the
right moment, she programmed them to strike. It was all planned.</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Sooner or later the police would
find the connection to the orphanage. It wouldn’t matter. The orphanage land
had been reclaimed by the Government and the building would be collapsed the
next day. Let them come, let them find whatever they may. The past was buried
just like the fate of the orphanage.</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Sandhya sat down by the fire in
the cold December night. She finally pulled out the extremely pointed nose and
threw it into the pyre, before setting it on fire. She watched the last remains
of Kamla, Dr. Nidhi Shashtri and Dr. Jennifer, characters she had worked on for
months, turn to ashes.</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The police may find her someday
but for now, she had the pointed revenge.</span></span></div>
</div>
Luna Lovegoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09803885763515044510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480514476051237154.post-48075128214245344982018-04-02T21:00:00.001+05:302018-04-02T21:00:18.917+05:30Urmila's Enchantment<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">My father wanted a son, someone
who could be the King of Mithila when the time comes. Yet when I was born, he
couldnt be more proud. Sage Narada had visited our kingdom shortly before my
birth. He predicted that my sister Sita and I, will be instrumental to the
unevitable dharm yudh to come. Our lives will be filled with challenges and our
choices will impact the course of future. Scared that both his children will
have to suffer and face difficulties, our mother prayed to the Sage to bless
her children with some comfort. Though he couldn’t change destiny, he was moved
by our mothers love. He said, as often our father quoted to me, 'I cannot
change the destiny, but I bless your unborn child not to suffer during the
tough times.' When I was born, my mother tells me that I smiled at her. She
named me Urmila, meaning 'The Enchantress'.</span></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Inspite of our mother's futile
attempts, our father ensured that Sita and I receive the best education in
finance, philosphy and warfare other than our regular education of science and
scriptures. In all the spare moments that our mother could steal us from our
trainings, she tried to give us a life a princess should have. As we grew
older, our trainings became harder and longer. Father would send us with nobles
to other kingdoms to understand their policies, with saints to gain deeper
understanding of ourselves and the world, with army men to train us for combat
and wars , and he took us himself to meet the people of our kingdom to
understand our people and help them overcome those.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I grew up with Sita, Madhavi and
Shrutakirti. Madhavi and Shrutakirti were our uncle's daughters who was the
king of the neighbouring kingdom. We were all trained and educated together.
Some of the trainings were very hard, but having such lovely sisters, made up
for everything. We were together all the time - we attended trainings together
and visited each other very frequently. It was all going well until Sage Narada
visited our kingdom, again.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Lord ParshuRama had organized a
yagna at a place near our Kingdom. Sage Narada, the sage with the highest honor
amongst all sages - to be free to roam all the worlds and visit the Gods,
attended the yagna. Impressed with his contributions towards the yagna, Lord
ParshuRama presented Sage Narada with the holy Shiv Dhanush, a cross bow that
he had won from the almighty Lord Shiva. On his journey back, sage Narada
decided to take a tour of the nearby lands, disguised as a lonely farmer
looking for a new land to relocate to. On the outskirts of our kingdom, he was
attacked by some bandits. Scared that these bandits would discover the
Shiva-Dhanush, sage Narada tried to engage them with his wits. At the same
time, as Lords had destined it, Sita and I were returning from our visit to
Madhavi and Shrutakirti. We saw as five bandits with swords had cornered a
lonely person with no means to help himself. Without a second thought, I jumped
off my horse and took my sword in hand. Sita too had her sword drawn and was
charging at the bandits. In a matter of minutes, the bandits were disarmed and
tied up. Oblivious to his true identity, we invited sage Narada to travel with
us to our kingdom where he could take shelter.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">On the way, Sita and I were
discussing the new trainings that we took with Madhavi and Shrutakirti. While
we were discussing, the disguised sage spoke 'You princesses are well read for
your age, your highnesses. You seem to have taken a leaf or two from the
scriptures of Lord Shiva.' </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">That didnt sound like some
farmer's word. None but only the enlightened spoke of Lord Shiva's scriptures.
'You dont sound like a farmer. Who are you? Reveal yourself.' I commanded. At
the same time Sita had drawn her sword and was holding it against his chest.
The soldiers had already surrounded him. The farmer spoke no more and smiled as
the soldiers took him captive along with the bandits.</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">When Sita and I reached the
palace, our father came rushing out to greet us. Instead of blessing us as he
always did whenever we returned from a visit elsewhere, he rushed pass us, to
the tied farmer. He kneeled before the farmer and apologized. Suddenly we were
standing in front of a sage who was radiating knowledge more than anyone we had
ever met, sage Narada. We knelt in front of him and begged him to forgive us for
our ignorance. We requested him to accept our hospitality for few days and he
heartily agreed.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Later that evening, sage Narada
demanded an audience with our parents, alone. Next morning, he blessed us all
and left.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">My father, though an able King,
was a father. His heart ached for the life that I was moving towards. One day,
he took me to the treasury and showed a magnificent bow. It was the
Shiv-Dhanush. My father announced that he was organizing a swayamwar for Sita,
the only hope to make allies with a larger kingdom to ensure safety of our
people.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Chariots started coming in from
all directions. As the date of the swayamvar approached, Mithila turned to a
host for nobles and royalties of various kingdoms. I didnt understand the idea
of marrying my sister without her choice but I knew better than to say. On our
mother's orders, we left for the Lordess Gauri temple at the palace gardens to
pray. On entering the gardens, we saw sage Vishwamitra along with his two
disciples. The young men settled the sage under a tree and came into the
garden. From their mannerisms, they had to be princes. One of them had the
built of a warrior. He stood with poise and a sparkle in his eyes. Somehow even
long after we left, I couldnt forget the sparkle.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The next day, prince Rama of
Ayodhya, the other disciple of sage Vishwamitra, known for his kindness and
valour, won the swayamvar. This made the other prince to be prince Lakshmana,
the mighty warrior with a sparkle in his eyes. Soon King Dashrath, King and
ruler of the mighty Ayodhaya, his Queens and the other Princes arrived in
Mithila to cater to the holy matrimony. Sage Vashishta and sage Vishwamitra,
who had agreed to grace the matrimony, suggested that it was unwise to separate
the four sisters. Before long I found myself standing in front of the holy fire
with prince Lakshmana. In the blue dhoti with a golden border and a golden
angvastram, he stood before me. I had heard of his bravery but none had ever
mentioned how beautiful his smile was, or how enchanting the sparkle of his
eyes was.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The entire kingdom was
celebrating the matrimonies. The celebration seemed endless. Lakshmana was a
wonderful person. He was a man of few words. We didnt spend much time together
but, he treated me with love, care and respect. On our first evening in the
palace, Lakshmana told me that he held his mother, father, brothers in high
esteem. Their happiness meant everything for him. From this day forth, my
happiness would also be equally important for him. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The honestly and love of his soul
sparkled through his eyes. My happiness knew no bound. It was all like a dream.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">It took less than two sunsets for
my blissful dreams to turn into nightmares. When King Dashrath announced
coronation of prince Rama as the new King of Ayodhaya, Queen Kekaiyi became
upset. She demanded two boons from the King which he had promised. The first
boon was coronation of prince Bharat as the new King. The second boon was exile
to prince Rama for fourteen years.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">All the happiness melted away
from the castle and the darkness set in. When Lakshmana heard the news, he
overcame with rage.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">He was angry at the turn of
events. 'How could anyone in their right mind think of exile for Rama?' he
asked.I put a hand on his shoulder, 'It is just fourteen years. When he comes
back, King Rama will ascend the throne that is rightfully his.' Suddenly, the
expression on Lakshmana's face changed. He sat me down and told me that he
needs to go with prince Rama. The brothers had always been together. I smiled
at Lakshmana and started bringing clothes to pack. Lakshmana held my hand and
stopped me. He told me that I couldnt accompany him. I was a princess and that
life that he was going to lead was not suited for me. I protested that Sita is
going. A wife had no reason to be in the palace if her husband was going to
live in the jungle. That life was also not suited for me. I couldnt believe my
ears. He was not understanding. I protested again 'Lakshmana listen...' but he
cut me in between. 'Take care of everyone' he said and left.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I sat in my chambers, weeping,
unable to believe that this was really happening. In one day my husband and my
sister, people I loved the most, were going away for fourteen years. I heard
the chariot come to take them. I rushed to the balcony to have a last image of
Lakshmana before he left. He was no longer wearing his robes worthy of a prince
but dressed like a sage. Once on the chariot that would take them to the
boundary, he looked up. There was no sparkle in his eyes. I couldnt hold back
the tears. I couldnt see him leave or believe that he didnt take me. I cried as
the chariot slowly moved out of the sight.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The chariot wouldnt have even
made to the boundary but the distance took King Dashrath's life. Immediate news
was sent to prince Bharat and prince Shatrughana. Messengers were also send to
find prince Rama and prince Lakshmana. </span></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The palace that stood high like
the Sun at sunrise, was sunken into death and despair by the sunset. Darkness
engulfed the Suryavanshi Palace. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Deep inside I felt that Lakshmana
would return soon. The chariot that they had ridden, had not returned yet nor
had the messenger. It was getting late enough to be worried. I once again
stepped into the balcony and looked down. Except for a drenched street dog that
was lying down miserably near the gate, there was not a soul to be seen
anywhere. Rain water had puddled under the lamp post. A breeze ruffled the
mango tree in the courtyard and a few twigs fell down and broke. Thunder
rumbled in the distance. Did I hear a soft knock at the door? I turned back and
saw a Goddess standing in the middle of my chamber. I knelt down in front of
her to pay my respects. She smiled and introduced herself as Goddess Nidra -
the sleep Goddess. She said that it is customary for a human to sleep.
Lakshmana had taken a vow to his mother before leaving that he would protect
his brother and sister-in-law at day and guard them at night. When he refused
to sleep, she was forced to visit him. Seeing his devotion towards his brother
and towards his vow, Goddess Nidra offered him an exchange - if another human
took his share of sleep for next fourteen years, he could fulfill his vow.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I couldnt believe this was
happening. Goddess Nidra came to me and said 'Your sacrifice will be of utmost
importance to your husband, child. It would be like a bad dream. When you wake,
he would be in front of you.' 'I would happily sleep for eternity if it helps
my husband. That is the least I could do for him. I am just upset that if any
news comes of him, I wouldnt get it. I wouldnt know what is happening with him'
I replied. The Goddess smiled and placed a hand on my head. She was overwhelmed
by my love for my husband even when he hurt me. She said that she will put me
under an enchanted sleep, where I will be able to see him everytime he would
think of me.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I dont know I was asleep and I
dreamt of Goddess Nidra or I slept as soon as she put me under enchantment, but
I slept.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">My sleep was mostly an
undisturbed one. I had no way of knowing where he was or how much time had
passed. I was somehow aware of time passing but there was no way to track it. I
seldom saw Lakshmana. Once I saw him by a river, picking fruits. The other time
I saw him sitting next to Sita as she told him tales from our childhood. It was
like being plunged into a vast emptiness with just his memories as the source
of comfort. Everytime I saw him, I grew more worried. His limbs had deep cuts
and there were always new wounds on his torso whenever I saw him. However these
images were only flashes. Sometimes I would ponder if he only remembered me in
flashes.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">My first long vision of Lakshmana
came quite late. I saw him on a battle-field. He had a lot of cuts on his body
and a particular nasty cut on his arm was bleeding. Suddenly I noticed that
snakes appeared to be coiling him from underneath. Before he could react, his
bow fell down from his hand and he fell unconcious. I saw an army of mighty
apes come and lift him and take him to shelter. He had turned pale and looked
unmovable. Prince Rama lay next to him, also coiled by snakes. I shouted as
loud as possible but no one heard me. After what seemed like hours, the
mightiest of the apes known as Hanuman, brought help. I kept praying to Lord
Shiva to protect my prince. In couple of minutes, as Lakshmana gained
conscious, I drifted back into the darkness.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The second time when I found
myself in the battle-field again, things had become uglier than before. Just
then something blinding and loud as Lord Indra's thunder struck Lakshmana and
he fell on the ground. On the other end of the battle-field I could hear the
demons making scary noises. Prince Rama took Lakshmana in his arms. Once again
the mighty Hanuman came to the rescue. He brought a doctor from the enemy city
who asked for herbs which only grew in the northern ranges. Without a moments
delay, Hanuman flew into the air and headed north. I paced nervously around.
Lakshmana was turning white. Suddenly this enchanted sleep started feeling like
a nightmare. When Hanuman returned, everyone was praying for Lakshmana's speedy
recovery Once again, as he got up, his image faded into darkness.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I dont know how long I slept but
till now I prayed that I could see him. However seeing him injured and not
being able to even touch him was a curse. I prayed that I dont see him unless
he returned.</span></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">My heard was heavy and spinning.
It felt like a really bad dream when I woke up. Madhavi and Shrutakirti were
waiting by my bedside. The moment I opened my eyes, they each hugged me and
said that the war was over. King Rama, Queen Sita and prince Lakshmana were
coming back. I looked at my sisters. They had grown old. I didnt know how long
I slept but I could see how long they had suffered. Madhavi kept filling me in
with the things I had missed. I listened half heartedly.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I went and started tiding my
chambers. The inkpot which was open fourteen years ago was still open. All the
ink had dried. The clothes I had taken out to be packed were stacked on a
chair. I looked into the mirror, an old lady stared back. The princess worthy of
those clothes was no where to be found. I kept going into the balcony looking
for the chariot that had still not come back.</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">It felt like forever when someone
finally announced that a pushpak vimaan was headed towards the palace.</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I rushed outside the Palace to
where the vimaan would land. I could see King Rama and Sita being seated.
Lakshmana was standing by King Rama's side. He wore the same clothes as he did
when I had last seen him. There were a few cuts on his limbs, scars that a
victor wore with pride. I had waited for fourteen years to have a glimpse of my
prince. When he got down, he took blessings from all the Queens and sage
Vashishtha. Slowly, in what seemed like eternity, he walked over to me. There
were no words with either of us for each other. I could see his face had grown
rugged. It dawned on me that I was married to Lakshmana for more than fourteen
years, yet, he is still a stranger to me. The eyes that waited for him for
fourteen years, didnt seem to recognize him. I had forgotten how his voice
sounded.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">He bent his head lower and said
that he was worried about my well bring. There were unknown threats and dangers
in the forest. If I had accompanied them, he would always worry about my
well-being and also would be guilty of making me go through all that. He
worried that while he swore his duty to serve and protect prince Rama and
princess Sita, he would not do justice to me.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I stood before a person I
respected but I don’t know if he would understand what I went through. I don’t
know how to deal with the years we have lost. As a wife, I follow him into the
castle. As a woman, I still weep.</span></span></div>
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Luna Lovegoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09803885763515044510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480514476051237154.post-2634004037281514802017-07-02T10:08:00.000+05:302017-07-02T11:59:25.938+05:30Finding God<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">No, this is not an article about God. No, this is not a spoof on God. And yes, the title was meant to be read like 'Finding Nemo' or 'Finding Dory'.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">Recently through a new game that I have adopted, I involved myself into quite a survey on the NH8 highway connecting Delhi and Gurgaon. The game involved finding any reference to Lord Krishna (image or text) during the one hour journey that i took everyday on the same route from my home to office. Well, I started onto this game with just fun and some faith. I only thought that in a country like ours where God is more feared than prayed to, it shouldn't be hard to find the reference. I had no idea that this vague game would turn to a survey stretching over more than a week and now translating to a blog post.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">From most common to rarest in nature -</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">God is omnipresent or so we are told. Yet, I think people believe that Lord Hanuman is lost somewhere. Most people like to keep idols or plastic mutations of his look-a-like in flying pose in their cars. This is only given competition to by Lord Shiva who is remembered through the writings 'Om', 'Om Namah Shivay', 'Shiv', so on and forth. If we take a whole count of both image and text included, Shiv ji would win. If we take a separate count, Hanuman ji would win the image/statue category. Well, i don't think this should be much of a concern since Hanuman ji is considered to be an incarnation of Lord Shiva himself. Hence, in a way the award goes to the same super being.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">Following them closely are people they loved most. In text form, Lord Ram has to be quite significantly seen. Now, I am sure that we don't really understand Ram. I mean, we are taught he was great and a God incarnation and thus, we bow are heads and fold our hands and pray to him. But do we really know him? As a person - how did he become so beloved and maryada-purshottam? Yet, whenever a child goes to school in India and is taught any language, he or she makes sentences using Ram as the person. No other name strikes. Same goes to the people who own cars. Naam toh likhwa liya, par Ram ko na dhoondha... na paaya. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">In the image/statue category, the runners up position is taken by Ganesh ji. Now, every time you go buy a car, if you are a Hindu, the car vendor will himself give you a Ganesh idol to place in the car. This number gets impacted as some people want fancier or different idols and also, Hanuman ji id modelled into a flying miniature which is tied to the rear view mirror and present along with others Gods. Also, Ganesh ji doesn't have any stickers and very rare textual appearance.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">Overall, it would be difficult to judge whom to place ahead of the other. So, lets call this a tie.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">Third place is occupied by Lord Krishna. I didn't imagine but my game was quite easy once I started playing. Quite a few people adore their cars with multiple representations of Lord Krishna - picture sticker, name, chant, name reference under a bow which has to be a symbol of some religious guru. There are lot many images of his childhood form, his peacock feather or his murali. Even in text form you can find his name in quite a few places.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">In my journey, I am also bound to find atleast one car with Lord Durga sticker. A very few cards will have the waheguru symbol and even fewer cars will have the cross hanging from the rear view mirrors.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">Apart from these inferences on popularity of Gods and Godesses, there are two other important inferences that i derived from this little experiment.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">Firstly, the cars I see daily are almost the same except that the number changes. Like there is a car with 'Kapoor' green coloured sticker on the hind window. I see it often but not daily. Thus, we can safely conclude that almost the same bunch of people are using the road everyday during the same time of the day. Also, this group can thin or thick as they wish. In General, I see more cars without any God reference increase gradually.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">Second and the important inference is that most of the cars that have God images or name stickers or statues are with yellow number plates or to put it formally, are the commercial vehicles. Forget buses and trucks but most of these are taxis (thanks to Ola and Uber). Now, as a passenger I would feel concerned if I am to travel with a stranger on the NH and the car has so much God on it that it practically screams - only God can help complete this trip safely.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;">I am not sure but since I have used God and names of Gods so much, hopefully this post might be pretty successful.</span></span></span></div>
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Luna Lovegoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09803885763515044510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480514476051237154.post-80575696544290033162017-06-29T22:20:00.001+05:302017-06-29T22:20:23.784+05:30Rain<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Sound as grand as it might<br />a rain is not always a delight<br />slippery and clogged<br />is how it leaves the roads<br />jams and chokes everywhere, <br />the city is not a pretty sight<br /><br />It doesnt allow the mango to ripe<br />It makes men do extra sweep and wipe<br />It floods the drainage systems<br />and fills the mines<br />It causes disruption of signals<br />It disconnects twitter and skype<br /><br />Worms infect the Lychees<br />in rain<br />Crunch of the Crunches<br />goes stale in vain<br />Need an Umbrella overhead, all the day<br />Rain makes the day mundane<br /><br />If you think I hate it, read twice<br />All the above, is what elders advice<br />Rain clears the sky and brings out the stars<br />It cleans the dust and makes<br />the earth smell musky nice<br /><br />To all the haters, how do you forget<br />the dirt is not the rain it is what you beget<br />it brings us water, it brings us life<br />it is way of starting afresh<br />It washes all our sorrows and debts<br /><br />Let your hair lose, the next time it rains<br />break free from your inhibitions, break those reigns<br />take a step outside, take a stride<br />let freshness fill you<br />judge for yourself, if rain is magic or<br />something one profanes.</div>
Luna Lovegoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09803885763515044510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480514476051237154.post-62609972116378356692017-05-25T23:26:00.000+05:302017-05-25T23:26:09.690+05:30CID :: Special Episode :: The case of the Widow's Husband<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Its 4 am in the morning and Abhijeet is still working on his laptop.
He hadnt slept the whole night but was checking Police Reports about a
case. However he couldnt find any worth studying results. Only it was
mentioned that the culprit died in a road accident and hence the case
was closed without any further investigations or details.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">It was a
5 month old incident where jewellery worth crores was stolen from an
International exhibition and immediately was sold separately in various
parts of the world. The money so obtained was converted into diamonds
within a matter of hours, after that. This was the biggest robbery ever
committed with at least 15000 people involved directly or indirectly
with just one Master Mind.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Last evening, ACP received a call from
CID headquarters informing him that the master mind is an Indian and
suspected to currently operate from Pune This information was provided
by Intelligence Beaureu [I.B.] (don't mind the spelling please) 3 months
back. Immediately the local Police and special Police was set to the
case.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">One CID inspector Rajeev, who was on this case,
seemed to have solved the cast. Rajeev had a huge network of informants
and within a week he seemed to have found the master mind but he didn’t
inform the headquarters immediately. He asked for a day’s time so he
could confirm his report before sending it in. He was granted the time.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">But
the report never came in and neither did Rajeev. Rajeev had gone to
meet one of his informants but never returned. 2 days later, the file
came to Rajeev’s assistant Kanya by post, who had been helping on the
cast but Rajeev hadn’t disclosed the true identity of the master mind to
her either. The file contained Rajeev’s reports on the case but Kanya
immediately figured some papers to be missing. Along with them was a
letter written in Rajeev’s handwriting which read –</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">“Culprit dead in road accident. CASE CLOSED”</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">One week later Rajeev’s dead body was found outside a church fully
stained in blood. Kanya knew her boss better to believe that he could so
mysteriously close a case. Someone must surely have surely made him
write the letter, before killing him. So, she secretly worked on this
case alone</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">She found out that Rajeev had gone to meet his
informant Ayush, who was manager of a resort. However, Ayush to died the
same day, Rajeev had gone to meet him, in road accident. Ayush’s wife
and daughter had moved out of the city. When it seemed a dead end, Kanya
turned into the headquarters with her work and that of Rajeev’s. But 3
days after that, she too disappeared.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The headquarters
studied the case and too smelt something fishy. Hence they decided to
hand this case to CID mumbai and also send Senior Inspector Vaibhav and
Inspector Sheetal to help them with the case.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Regarding this, ACP
had asked all his team members to collect as much information as
possible about this. Kaveri, Lavanya, Vivek and Freddie were sent to
Pune to investigate about Rajeev, Kanya, Ayush and other useful
information. Daya was sent to the headquarters to collect Rajeev’s body
along with Dr. Tarika and also the full report of the case. Vaibhav and
Sheetal were to also accompany Daya and Tarika on the way back.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Meanwhile,
ACP contacted all his known people working on the same case to collect
information and Abhijeet was to collect all information about the case
published by the media.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">But Abhijeet couldn’t concentrate at all. The reason was his friend,
Viren, who too lived in Pune and had also died 3 months back in a road
mishap. Abhijeet and Viren were very good friends since college, both
with highly sharp minds and strong determination. When they both
graduated, everyone was sure that they both would join Police but unlike
Abhijeet, Viren joined as a manager in a bank. This didn’t make much
difference, they were still best friends and spent lot of time together
but as Abhijeet’s skills fetched him more duties and responsibilities,
he soon found less time for his friends. One day, Viren announced that
he was transferred to Bhopal.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The news fell upon the 2 friends as
thundering. What if not like before, but they were still together and
could always spend time talking to each other while they were
room-mates. But that wasn’t possible now. The friendship became distant
and later extinct. Abhijeet received promotion and became very busy and
soon forgot about the pain of departing from a dear friend but never
forgot his friend.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">7 years later, one day when Abhijeet
was preparing to sleep after a whole day’s hard work, the door bell
rang. He answered it to find Viren standing there. Abhijeet tried to
contact Viren manier times but had always got a cold response. So now he
wasn’t very excited but surely happy to see his old friend. Viren
hugged his friend and said “Andar nahi bulayega kya? Itna gussa hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet smiled and let Viren in.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Viren – “Main jaanta hoon tu naraaz hai par main ky karta?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">None
of them spoke for a while and then Viren continued – “Tu toh jaanta hai
na yaar main bhi tere saath CID join karna chahta tha par phir ek din
daddy ka phone aaya. Unki tabiyat bigadne lagi thi toh unhone mujhse
kaha ki who chahte hain ki main uka business sambhaloin aur iske liye
mujhe experienced hona zaroori hai. Is karan maine bank mein job ki.
Bank mein khoob success mili par humesha tujhse jealoused tha kyunki
chahe tere paas khoob paise na the par tu who kar raha tha jo tu karna
chahta tha aur khush tha…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Bhopal mein kayi ameer aur ambitious log
mile. Unke saath dosti kar lee par kabhi tere jaisa dost na mila. Main
mehnat se kamata aur wohh sab enjoy karte; phir bhi maine kabhi kuch
nahi kaha. Par 3 saal pehle unhone meri saari savings dhoke se apne naam
kar leeaur bhaag gaye…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Us din dost teri yaad bahut aayi. Tab bhi
himmat nahi hari. 3 saal jee – jaan laga kar mehnat kari. Pichle mahine
suna ki jin chaaroin ne mujhe dhoke se loota tha, who chaaro mare gaye.
Police ko pata chala ki unhone kayi logoin ko aise thaga tha aur shayad
isiliye kisi ne unhein maar diya…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet, sach kehta hoon dost,
us din mann mein bade ajeeb khayal aaye. Lag raha tha ki un logoin ke
saath reh kar kahin main bhi un sa na ho jaun.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">After
saying all this, Viren started crying. Abhijeet hugged his friend and
said “Paagal hai kya tu? Yeh tera hi toh ghar hai. Tu aaj bhi mera wahi
sabse acha dost hai. Aaram se ruk yahan”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Viren smiled for a while but then got tensed again…Abhijeet noticed this</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet – “Arre..kya hua?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Viren – “ Yaar main chah kar bhi yahan ruk nahi sakta?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet – “par kyu?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Viren – “Pitaji ne agle mahine meri shaadi taya kar di hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet got really happy and congratulated him.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet – “arre yeh toh khushkabari hai…itna dukhi kyu hai ismein?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Viren – “Ismein khush hone ki kya baat hai? Jaise teri office mein duty lagti hai…waise hi ab meri laga karegi..par ghar mein!”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet laughed loudly</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet – “Kaisi baat karta hai yaar? Chal bata bhabhi ka naam kya hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Viren – “Tu jaanta toh hai. Daddy ki favourite bahu – Shruti”</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Since then, Abhijeet and Viren were in touch but somehow Abhijeet
couldn’t attend Ayush’s wedding and also could never meet Shruti –
Viren’s wife.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">But now things had entirely changed. Only a week
back Shruti and her daughter came to Abhijeet’s place as they had no
where else to turn up after Viren’s death and Viren’s parents were long
dead. Moreover Shruti was too an orphan, brought up by her aunt who was
Viren’s neighbour years back and now had also died.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet’s
problem was that he had got himself so busy with work that he never
bothered about anything else. Now when he got time to spend with a girl,
know her more, he longed for a life partner. He couldn’t even bear
Shruti’s loneliness and eventually started liking her. But neither could
he tell her nor let her go as she was his best friend’s widow.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">He
was sure that he had seen Viren that say and now this case. The Ayush
in this case was just so similar to Viren. Everything seemed blur.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Suddenly Abhijeet heard a sound and turned to see Shruti entering the study.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “Abhijeet ji, aap soye nahi kya raat bhar?” (looks surprised and authoritative)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet – “Nahi…main…wohh bas ek case ke bare mein padh raha tha.” (he points towards the computer)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti
– “Din bhar toh kaam karte hain na aap, kam se kam raat ko toh so jaaya
kijiye. Wohh toh main kitchen mein jaa rahi thi, light on dekhi toh aa
gayi…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet – “kya hua? Kuch chahiye kya aapko? Itni raat mein kitchen?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “(smiles) raat kahan hai ab. Subah ho gayi hai.5 baj chuke hain.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet looks little awkward…tries half to smile and looks at the clock.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet – “Haan..wohh pata hi nahi chala ki subah ho gayi…main zara fresh hokar aata hoon”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Saying
so, Abhijeet leaves. Shruti sees him leave and smiles to herself. Then
she turns to leave but thinks to log off the computer before going. When
she reached the computer, se read something unexpected and she got
really scared and ran out of the room in fright.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet left home in a hurry that day. Sharp at 7 am he was in the
office with rest of the C.I.D team, meanwhile ACP was talking to Vaibhav
and Sheetal, in his cabin.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet stood in a corner pretending
to read the case file, atleast the 5th time when Daya came to him. Daya
had been Abhijeet’s best and only friend after Viren and knew Abhijeet’s
feelings about Shruti.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “kya baat hai boss? Kahan khoye ho?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet
– “nahi…kuch nahi…bas case je bare mein soch raha tha.”Daya – “case toh
kabse solve kar rahe hain par aaj se pehle tumhe itna pareshan toh nahi
dekha”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet – “nahi..pareshan kahan hoon?” (tries to smile)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “Acha…chalo mere saath”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet – “Par kahan? Nahi…ACP sir abhi aayenge to datenge”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “Chalo toh”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya goes to Vivek and tells something in his ears. Vivek nods and then Daya pulls Abhijeet out of the office to the canteen.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya and Abhijeet settle in the canteen. It isn’t open fully yet.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya (to waiter) : “2 coffee lana”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Then he turns to Abhijeet</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “Abhijeet…ab batao kya baat hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet quite slowly and unwillingly tells Daya all about Viren and then how the Ayush of the case seemed so similar to Viren.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet
– “…aur Daya us din yaad hai…mujhe yakeen hai ki maine wahan market
mein Viren ko hi dekha tha aur jis tarah who dara hua lag raha tha…Daya
mujhe sab theek nahi lag raha…kuch gadbad hone wali hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “samajh mein nahi aa raha kya kahun? Gadbad toh hai boss..par – “</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Before Daya could complete, his phone rang. He answered it. It was Vivek, asking Daya to come back to the office with Abhijeet.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">When
they reached the office, everyone was standing in a line (except ACP
ofcourse) and ACP was introducing Vaibhav and Sheetal to them. Daya
hurriedly joined the line. ACP looked at them and said “Yeh Senior
Inspector Abhijeet aur Daya.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vaibhav and Sheetal shook hands with them. ACP went slowly to Abhijeet and Daya and murmured – “kya hua? Koi emergency thi kya?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya and Abhijeet get a little nervous and exchange looks. They said – “nahi sir. Kuch nahi.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP still eyed them suspiciously and moved back facing all of them.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “sab ne case file padh lee?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">All – “yes sir”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP, then walks to the white soft board and draws a network (one item connected to many other and all linked to one main item)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">[Something like this - <a href="http://www.osc.cz/eng/produkty/cas/cas_eng.jpg" marked="1">http://www.osc.cz/eng/produkty/cas/cas_eng.jpg</a></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">where
Primary server is the master mind, Secondary servers are the 3 people
who know him and the clients are the several other people operating
under according them the main boss – secondary server]</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP
– “Abhi tak hum jo jaante hain, wohh hai ki X jo ki iss sab ke peeche
hai, bahut tez aur chalak hai aur saari planning khud karta hai. Rajeev
ki reports ke hisab se, sirf 3 log X ki asli identity jante hain. In 3
logoin mein 1 ladki hai, 1 smuggler aur 1 cash exchanger hai.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Yeh 3 log X ke liye chor aur chote gunde dhundhte hain taki wohh unhein istemaal kar sake.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Is
exhibition ke bare mein 5 saaloin se chacha tha. 5 saal X ne planning
ki. Jab exhibition lagi, toh who roz waha gaya aur pata kiya ki kis time
sabse kam security hoti hai. Shayad usne security officers se dosti bhi
kar lee ho. Exhibition ke aakhiri din, jab kisi ne jewellery mein koi
kharabi batayi toh pata chala ki sari jewellery hi nakli thi. Chor ne
kab apna kaam kiya, kisi ko pata nahi chala.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Rajeev ke hisab se, X
ne exhibition lagne ki 3 raat ko chori kari aur usse raat kisi sunsaan
jagah par apne 3 saathiyoin ko bulaya aur unhe jewellery de dee.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Teeno saathiyoin ne subah tak jewellery desh-videsh ke market mein bechne ko de dee.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">2
din ke andar saari jewellery diamonds mein convert hokar, X ke paas
pahunch gayi. Tab bhi wohh roz exhibition mein jaata raha yeh dekhne ki
uska plan kab tak duniya ko bewakoof bana sakta hai. (pauses)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Manna padega, dimaag toh bahut hai in X janaab ke paas. Shayad agar yeh Police mein bharti hota, toh desh ke bahut kaam aata.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet remembered that in his college, he and Viren used to receive the same compliment. The thought only made him shudder.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Meanwhile, ACP kept staring at the white board thinking hard.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Kaveri – “sir…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “haan..Kaveri bolo” and turns back to face her.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Kaveri – “sir…chori karne ke baad bhi yeh X exhibition mein roz gaya, bina kisi darr ke, isse 2 cheezein pata chalti hain –</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Ek toh usse apne plan par bahut bharosa tha aur doosra who saare kaam akele khud karna pasand karta hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Sheetal
– “yes sir. Aur yeh bhi ki jaise raatoin – raat, usne jewellery gayab
kar lee, usse zaroor har security measure ki jankari hogi.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP –
“par yeh toh namumkin hai. Security toh khud humari CID, U.K police aur
Russian Intelligence ne ki thi. Security plans toh sirf in 3 agencies ke
selected officers ke paas the.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Freddie – “sir…mujhe lagta hai…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “haan aage bolo”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Freddie – “sir mujhe lagta hai ki X ka ek saathi in teeno organisations mein se kisi ek mein zaroor hoga.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vaibhav – “Ye kya mazaak hai? Itni reputed agencies mein sirf desh ke liye marne wale hote hain…desh drohi nahi.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “nahi Vaibhav…kai baar kida apne target ko andar se hi khokla karta hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet – “sir mujhe lagta hai ki hume Pune jaana chahiye. Wahin par kuch aur pata chalega.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya
– “sir mujhe bhi yahi theek lagta hai. Directly to X tak pahunchna
mushkil hai. Pehle uske uske saathiyoin ko pakadte hain aur unke zariye
us tak pahunchte hain.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Haan…yeh theek lagta hai.”Sheetal –
“Par sir agar sab gaye toh ho sakta hai baat spread ho jaaye…after all X
ka network kafi bada hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Good point Sheetal. Main bhi
yahi soch raha tha. Ek kaam karo, Abhijeet, Daya, Kaveri aur Lavanya
(they step forward)…tum chaaroin Pune jaao aur Abhijeet tumhara
dost..umm kya naam tha..haan Viren…jo marr gaya par tumne usse dekha
hai…usske bare mein chaan-been karne ki acting karo.”Abhijeet gets
disturbed hearing that ACP knows about Viren and gives Daya dangerous
looks and hopes ACP knows nothing of Shruti. But he knew Daya good
enough to say that Daya wouldn’t have said anything about Shruti to ACP.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP
– “Freddie…tum aur Vivek, Mumbai mein jitne chor iss chori mein shamil
the unhein pakdo. Sab informers ko bulao aur unse poocho. Koi bhi
chootna nahi chahiye. Aur Vaibhav aur Sheetal Pune jaakar chooroin ko
pakdenge…saath – saath Rajeev ke informers ko dhoondenge.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Silence…no one speaks…all look at each other except ACP who is deep thinking..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP
– “chooroin ko pakadenge to X ko lagega ki hazaroin chor pakadte
pakadte hum ustak kabhi nahi pahunch paayenge…Par tab tak Rajeev ka
murder case of iss robbery case, hum kafi aage badh chuke honge.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Tum
sab aaj hi kaam par lag jao par haan informers ke agar tum milte ho toh
iski khabar kisi ko na lage. Tum sab sirf chor pakad rahe ho.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">…Aur
haan…koi bhi..koi information kisi written form mein nahi rakhega. Koi
baat batani ho toh forensic mein Dr. Tarika ko bata do, wohh mujhe bata
degi…mujhe directly yahan par ya mobile par koi phone nahi karega ya ek
doosre ko bhi.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Freddie – “Par sir, Dr. Tarika ko kyun?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP
– “Freddie kyunki Forensic ke phone tape nahi ho sakte. Koi CID ke
andar gaddar chupa ho toh wohh humare phone tape kar sakta hai…par
forensic ke nahi…toh chalo sab kaam par lago.”</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Everyone turns to leave. Abhijeet catches up with Daya for wanting a word but –</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Abhijeet…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet stops on the way and turns back</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet – “ji sir.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP
goes to Abhijeet and looks straight into Abhijeet’s face. Abhijeet
looks straight back. Daya stops near by not to leave Abhijeet alone
which ACP notices.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Daya tum chalo, Abhijeet aa raha hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya nods and walks out of the office but waits for Abhijeet in the corridor.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP sees Daya leave and then talks to Abhijeet.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “kya baat hai Abhijeet? Aajkal bahut pareshan dikhte ho?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet cant look back straight at ACP anymore, he bends his head and looks at the floor as if like a child in punishment.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet – “nahi sir…kuch bhi nahi.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP
– “muje Daya ne kaha ki tumhare dosh ki maut ho gayi hai aur tumne usse
dekha, isiliye tum disturbed ho…par mujhe nahi lagta…baat kuch aur
hai…kyu?”Abhijeet was relieved to know that ACP had no idea about Shruti
plot. But at the moment he had no answer to ACP either.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet – “nahi sir…aur toh koi khaas baat nahi hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP
– “Abhijeet…itne saaloin se saath kaam karne ke baad bhi kya tumhe
lagta hai main nah jaan paunga ki koi baat tumhe sata rahi hai? Pata
nahi tumhe kya pareshani hai? Ya tum aur Daya mujhe sach kya nahi bata
rahe…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Silence…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “haan par koi
bhi problem ho toh hum sab hain tumhare saath. Isiliye mann mein koi
baat mat rakhna. Chalo mood theek karo aur kaam par la jao. Tum logoin
ko aaj hi Pune pahunchna hai. Wahan par tumhari help ke liye Rajeev ki
poori team hogi par unhein lagta hai tum Viren ke bare mein investigate
kar rahe ho. Unhein pata mat lagne dena ki tum asal mein robbery ke case
par kaam kar rahe ho.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet was seriously
something much more than ‘just shocked’. He was completed
startled…didn’t know what to say or how to react…all he did was stared
ACP with big eyes in surprise. ACP smiled and left.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Everyone knew
that ACP cared a lot for his team but it was actually the first time in
years tat he would have shown it. Abhijeet had never seen ACP like this
to anyone..not to his son either.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Anyways the totally
amazed Abhijeet, walked out of the room to find Daya waiting for him.
Daya had heard what ACP had said and was equally amazed if not more.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">They both went to Daya’s place to pack things and later to
Abhijeet’s. When Abhijeet announced that he had to go to Pune as CID
decided to investigate Viren’s death, Shruti was surprised but she was
scared.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">While Daya and Abhijeet packed Abhijeet’s bag and
Abhijeet’s room, Shruti came to the room. She stood at the door silently
till Daya noticed her and nudged Abhijeet.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet – “Shruti ji aap? Koi kaam tha?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti looked extremely scared and not at all her usual self.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet
was little surprised to see Shruti there and much more surprised to see
her scared. He secretly wished to go away quickly as then he wouldn’t
see Shruti and could possibly forget her and free him of the feelings he
has suddenly developed towards her.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “aap log
Viren ka case kyun investigate kar rahe hain? Jab Police ke hisab se yeh
ek accident tha toh ab ismein investigate karne ko kya hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet
opens his mouth to speaking thinking hard what to say but Daya stops
him as Daya feared that Abhijeet might tell Shruti the real purpose for
them going to Pune which couldn’t really harm them but any kind of risks
couldn’t be afforded in this case atleast.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya –
“Shruti ji, cheezein humesha waisi nahi hoti jaisi dikhti hain. Dariye
mat…hum bas thodi chaan-been karne hi toh jaa rahe hain.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And what Shruti speaks next…gets the two indeed shocked…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “kahi aap dono exhibition se hui chori ka case toh nahi solve kar rahe?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
and Daya are surprised and then Abhijeet remembers that he hadn’t shut
the computer in the morning when Shruti was in the room and he had gone
to the washroom.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet – “nahi..par Shruti aap us case ke bare mein kya jaanti hai aur aise kyun pooch rahi hain?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti gets on the verge of crying, shouting..howling..out LOUD..she is extremely frightened. Abhijeet and Daya exchange looks.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti
– “Abhijeet ji yeh case bahut khatarnaal hai…bahut khatra hai
ismein…main aapse keh rahi hoon agar aap us case mein hain toh usse chod
dijiye aur Viren ki maut bhi bhool jayiye. Jo nahi hai, uske liye jaan
gawani bewakoofi hai…main keh rahi hoon aapse…main keh rahi hoon”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And
saying this..she left the room and ran towards hers and bolted it shut
from inside. Abhijeet went after her but couldn’t stop her…he called her
from outside to open the door but she didn’t.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet and Daya are in their jeep with Kaveri and Lavanya at the
back seat. Abhijeet and Daya are unusually quite as they are still
thinking about Shruti’s unexpected behaviour. When Abhijeet checks that
the girls are busy with their talks, Abhijeet seized a chance to talk to
Daya.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet – “Daya tujhe lagta hai ki Viren ki maur road accident main nahi hui..par kuch aur hi chakkar hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya
– “Haan boss. Kuch toh hai warna Shruti aise toh reach nahi
karti..zaroor wohh in choriyoin ke bare mein bhi kuch janti hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet is deeply thinking. When Abhijeet doesn’t say anything for a while, Daya looks at him to find him worried.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “Kya hua?”Abhijeet – “Tumhe theek lagta hai agar hum…I mean main Viren ki maut ke bare mein investigate karun?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">They both look at each other but no one speaks.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">**</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">At Pune,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya,
Abhijeet, Kaveri and Lavanya reached Rajeev’s office, which they were
supposed to be using as theirs for the time they were in Pune. They were
met on the gate by former CID Special Bureau officer Pratap who now
worked in Pune and was asked to help CID mumbai. However, he was told
that they are investigating about Viren. He had no idea of their true
case.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Rajeev’s office was very big and had almost 30
more officers working inside on different cases all suprivised by
Rajeev. They all greeted the 4 and then Pratap took them to Rajeev’s
cabin. Outside the cabin sat a very old man nodding and murmuring to
himself, not even paying attention to the visitors.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “Yeh aadmi kaun hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Pratap – “Ye Rampal chacha hain – Rajeev sir ke Peon aur ab aap logoin ke.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya
figured something seriously suspicious about him and signaled this to
Abhijeet who too had an uneasy feeling about the man. Then Pratap, took
them inside the cabin. It was huge with one big oval table in the center
divided into six working spaces by glass dividers. Each working space
had a fully equipped computer with a chair to sit on while working on
the computer.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Book – shelves were lined all along the 5 walls
containing large amount of files, record papers and books. Pratap called
the Peon in to get him introduced.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Pratap – “Rampal
Chacha, yeh CID Mumbai se aaye hain. Yeh cabin ab inka hai jab tak ye
log yahan hain aur aap dhyaan rakhna ki inhe koi takleef na ho.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Rampal bowed a little and then to everyone’s surprise, asked –</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Rampal – “Ye log Rajeev sir wale case par kaam karenge kya?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Our
CID is taken aback and Pratap is annoyed. Rampal Chacha had a very
irritating habit of poking his nose. Somehow he knew all work that was
on with all the officers and their cases. Rajeev found him amusing and
so never scolded him. And so no one else could do that either.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Pratap – “nahi par isse aapko kya? Aap bas in logoin ki baat sunna aur khayal rakhna ki inhe koi takleef na ho.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Rampal
– “Khayal hi toh rakhkar pooch raha hoon…us case se jude log bahut
khatarnaak hain. Wohh kisi ko zinda nahi chodenge. Us case ko bhool jao
warna –“</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet got angry.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet – “warna…warna kya haan?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Suddenly, the door opens and enter…(surprise) ACP Prithviraj (Rajeev Khandelwal).</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP
Prithviraj – “warna…arre aap logoin ko aaye abhi 1 ghanta bhi nahi hua
aur abhi se marna maarna shuru? Chacha chalo aap bahar baitho.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">CID
Mumbai is surprised to see ACP Prithviraj. Pratap, however wasn’t
surprised as ACP Prithviraj had already arrived here the last day.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “sir aap?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet – “aap yahan kaise sir?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">They
both come forward and shake hands with ACP Prithviraj. Kaveri and
Lavanya, who didn’t know ACP Prithviraj, stand back, see what all is
happening and smile.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “wahi purane
Abhijeet aur Daya! Glad to meet you. Main bhi yahan usi kaam se aaya
hoon jis kaam ke liye aap – case solve karne.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Then he turns to Pratap.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “Pratap, jo call list mangwayi thi…dekho aa gayi hai toh le aao.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Pratap nods and leaves. Once Pratap is out,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP
Prithviraj – “Pratap ko nahi pata ki tum log yahan kis case ke liye
aaye ho par mujhe pata hai aur mujhe headquarters ne tumhari help karne
ko bheja hai.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Acha, toh…pehle main bata doon ki main iss case ke bare mein kya jaanta hoon.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Saying
so, he took a piece of paper lying on the table and scribbled on it for
quite few minutes and then passed it to Abhijeet who was standin just
next to him.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet – “sir ye kya –“Before Abhijeet could complete the sentence,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “Padho bhi” (very silently)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Also
ACP Prithviraj signaled him not to speak. Abhijeet followed and quietly
read the paper and the others looked completely blank and stared at
each other and then towards ACP Prithviraj who was perfectly fine with
the strange passing of messages and just gave them a huge smile.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">He then went upto Lavanya and Kaveri and introduced himself to them while Abhijeet read the paper.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The paper read –</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">“tum
sab ke computers par tumhare naam ki slips rakhi hain. Apne computers
par baith kar, C Drive me stored ek hidden file hai – ‘robber’. Read
that.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">DONOT speak of the real case openly. Because if someone is
eavesdropping, which I am sure someone is, then we wouldn’t want them to
hear all our discussions. Remember, we shall never speak of the case
within this office. Whenever we need to discuss about the case, pass a
slip mentioning time and name of a restaurant to meet in..however
mention a date also BUT WE WILL REACH THE PLACE AT THE SPECIFIED TIME ON
THE SAME DAY regardless of the date.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The Head Quarters suspect a spy in the office and I am here to catch him.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">After you are done reading, pass this on to others. Once all of you are done reading, pass it back to me.”</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet was a little shocked to read the paper – a spy right inside
CID. The thought of their conversations leaking was horrible indeed.
However, Abhijeet passed the paper to much curious Daya as now seeing
the looks on Abhijeet’s face, he was sure to receive a deadly news. When
Abhijeet looked at ACP Prithviraj, ACP Prithviraj just smiled and</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “Kya hua Abhijeet? Kaam karne ka mood nahi hai kya? Chalo sab kaam par lago.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet
opened the file ACP Prithviraj had asked to open on his computer and
started reading it. Once everyone finished reading the message passed,
Lavanya (who read it last) gave it back to ACP Prithviraj as been told
and she too opened the file on her computer.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The file in the computer read –</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">“I
was in Calcutta regarding another case when I saw that Jewellery market
was open for an unusual late hour and there was large amount of Police
there. On investigating, I found out that many people had struck various
shops and sold them jewellery worth thousands and taken the cash.
Everything seemed fine, till one jeweler recognized the jewellery sold
to him as the jewellery that was supposed to be in exhibition. But it
was too late, all the men who had sold it, were long gone. Well, the
total jewellery sold there was worth 2 lakh 73 thousand, and it all
resides right now in the headquarters.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Pratap came in while they were reading the file in the comuter.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Pratap – “sir ye rahi list.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP
Prithviraj took it but kept it on the table. He then got up, went to
the dustbin and burnt the paper on which he had scribbed the message.
After which he threw the ash into the dustbin and added water…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Everyone
watched him do it and realised how serious and complicated the
situation was that one small flaw might ruin everything…Pratap however
didn’t know this but he never questioned..however ACP Prithviraj sensed
his doubt and</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj - “Head Quarters ke order hain ki yahan security kam hai isiliye confidential news leek ho sakti hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj came back and handed the list to Abhijeet</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj - “Abhijeet list dekhkar batao…kya tum kisi number ko pehchante ho?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">It was a list of calls received and made from Viren’s mobile phone in the past 4 months…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet - “sir..”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">He sounded rather alarmed…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj - “Kya baat hai Abhijeet?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet - “Ye namumkin hai”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet was really in a shock..everyone gathered around him but no one spoke for a while and then</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya - “Kya baat hai Abhijeet?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet - “Viren ke mobile se 21 February ko ek call aayi hai…aur ussi din ek call ki gayi hai”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “toh?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet
– “par sir..Shruti…I mean Viren ki wife ne bataya ki Viren ki maut 16
tareeq ko ho gayi thi aur body ke paas uska cell phone bhi mila tha –
toota hua.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj took the list and checked it</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “Ye dono number toh ek hi hain..aur dekho Mumbai ke hain.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet became quiet again but this time rather serious. He didn’t say anything though.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP
Prithviraj – “Chalo phir..investigation shuru…Pratap pata karo Viren
kaam kaha karta tha..Jab pata chale toh Kaveri aur Lavanya ke saath jaa
kar waha chaan – been karo”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The 3 nodded and sat on one computer each…Pratap kept telling them things.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP
Prithviraj : “aur hum..Abhijeet, Daya and main..Viren ka ghar aur uske
gharwalo ko dhoondte hain. Koi bhi distant relative bhi chalega. Ek baar
kuch pata chal jaaye toh phir Viren ki wife se bi proper tareeqe se
poochenge”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Saying this, he took a computer and signaled
Abhijeet and Daya to take one too…Abhijeet was already disturbed about
the number and the mention of Shruti troubled him more..How will he take
ACP Prithviraj to his house saying that Shruti was in his house.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya
sensed his tension and checked…wen everyone was busy working..he
quietly asked him – “ye galat baat hai ab. Subah se pareshaan ho.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet didn’t reply…Daya got worried</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya
– “pareshan mat ho Abhijeet. Asal mein kabhi Shruti se milne ki
zaroorat nahi hogi..usse pehle hi humara case solve ho jaayega.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And
then Abhijeet realised that ACP Prithviraj will never bother where
Shruti is as they weren’t working on this case. So, half of his tension
lifted but the other half..haunted him worse</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">He smiled slightly to Daya and said “Nahi Daya baat kuch aur hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya - “Kya?”(demandingly)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet - “Wohh no.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “Kaun sa.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet - “Jis par Viren ne Mumbai mein call kiya aur jahan se call aya.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “Kya hua us no. ko?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet- “Wohh no. mere ghar ke aas pass ka hai. Shayad market ke P.C.O Ka.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya too gets tensed!</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">In Mumbai,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP was in the forensic lab with Freddie,Vivek, Dr.
Saluke and Dr. Tarika. They were viewing the CC camera recording
obtained from the exhibition hall.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Freddie – “Itne ghanto se dekh rahe hain…kuch bhi toh nahi hai ismein.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Nahi Freddie, ismein zaroor kuch milega.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Suddenly,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Tarika – “sir rokiye”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Saluke – “kya hua Tarika?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP paused the video and everyone looked at Tarika.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Tarika
– “sir dekhiye, wohh bilkul corner par 2 guards hain. Unmein se ek
lagatar kisi se baat kar raha ha…par kisse yeh nahi dikh raha”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vivek
– “haan sir. Us aadmi ka chehra frame se bahar hai, zaroor who gate ke
bilkul bahar hoga jahan se wohh sab kuch dekh sake par camera usse na
dekh paaye.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “doosre camere ki recording lagao”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Like
this, they see recording from all 7 cameras but the man’s face couldn’t
be seen. Most they got to see was his left hand. They captured its pic
and then started seeing the recoding for the 3rd day…it was all fine but
then Freddie shouted –</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Freddie – “sir”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “kya hua Freddie?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Freddie – “sir bijli nahi chamki”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “kya keh rahe ho?” (angrily)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Freddie – “sir who bijli”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP - “Vivek recording roko aur Freddie theek se bolo jo kehna chah rahe ho.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Freddie
– “sir aapko yaad hai jab humne pehle 2 dino ki recording dekhi toh
theek 9:15 pm ko waha ek second le liye light chamki thi…wohh nahi
chamki abhi”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP rewinded the recording and checked that…when he too saw the same,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “vivek, frame by frame play karo”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">They saw the recording frame by frame from 9:14 pm onwards and when they reached 9:15pm, indeed there were 10 frames missing.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “bahut ache Freddie…saaloin mein pehli baar tumhara dimaag chala hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Freddie – “sir main apna dimaag kam use karta hoon…jab poora karunga tab dekhna”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP stares at him and he sits quiet again.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “10 frames…lagbhag 2 seconds…itne mein toh koi bhi aaram se camere mein false image laga sakta hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Dr.
Saluke – “tumhara matlab hai ke in 2 seconds mein kisi ne camere ke
aage false image laga di isiliye 9:15 ki laser scanning nahi aayi?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vivek
– “haan sir…yeh toh aasan hai…9 baje exhibition hall poora khali hota
hai toh chor ne pichle 2 dino mein image kheech lee hogi”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “haan Vivek…iska matlab hai iss insaan ka recording room mein bhi jhol-jhaal tha”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Tarika – “par sir jab sab logoin ko bahar kar diya jaata hai toh sirf ek insaan adhar kaise reh gaya?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP
– “haan…yehi toh pata karna hai…aajkal mujrim bade tez ho gaye hain par
unko ye nahi pata ki hum yahan pathar nahi todte…Vivek aur Freddie..tum
dono saare cameroin ki recordings dekho. Zaroor kisi aur mein bhi yeh
frames gayab honge…aur phir exhibition mein aaye ek ek aadmi ko dekh…jab
tak wohh bahar nahi nikalta exhibition hall se.”</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The Next Day in Pune,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vaibhav and Sheetal had done a lot of
work the previous day and met many informers and one of them had given a
telephone number from where he said a few people were instructed. When
Vaibhav dialed the number, Pratap answered the call…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Pratap – “CID Pune”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vaibhav - “CID??? Aap kaun?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Pratap is taken back at being asked this. ACP Prithviraj sees this…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “Kya hua Pratap…kaun hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Pratap – “sir pata nahi kaun hai par haan shocked hai sunkar ki ye CID office hai”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP
Prithviraj goes and takes the call and talks. Vaibhav and ACP
Prithviraj knew each other as they both worked in the headquarters.
Abruptly after a minute, ACP Prithviraj cuts the call and dialed to
Vaibhav from his cell phone. While doing so, he went to the others and
said – “Bina kuch pooche, ya bole, poore kamre ki talaashi lo”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Everyone
nodded and started searching everywhere and ACP Prithviraj listened to
what Vaibhav had to say on the phone. CID searched anything and
everything they could find but no luck. Finally after 5 minutes, ACP
Prithviraj put down the phone and clapped his hands and said – “badi
bhook lagi hai. Chalo zara kuch khaya jaaye. Batao Pratap yahan ka sabse
acha restaurant kaunsa hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Pratap and all others
were confused. They looked at each other in surprise and Pratap answered
“sir central market mein dine-in kafi acha hai.” ACP Prithviraj smiles
and then says – “good. Gadi nikalo wahin chaltein hain.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Well
everyone was confused but they did as they were told. Abhi and Daya
tried asking ACP Prithviraj the matter but he just said that he was too
hungry to work. Finally when they reached the restaurant, it was pretty
full except one table reserved besides one occupied by a foreigner
couple. ACP Prithviraj asked Pratap to give his visiting card to the
manager and then join them on the reserved table. They ordered snacks
and coffee and ACP Prithviraj surprisingly discussed their plans pretty
loudly.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “khane ke baad Viren ke ghar chalte hain…Abhijeet, Viren B 6 narrow lane mein rehta tha na?” Abhijeet Nodded.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">To
reach Viren’s house, CID left the café but the foreigner couple too
left with them. Everyone except ACP Prithviraj found it weird as the
foreigner almost were following them everywhere but ACP Prithviraj
didn’t seem to bother at all.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The Car had to be parked in the
parking lot and you had to walk nearly 20 metres through the market to
reach Viren’s place. While crossing the market, Abhi was deep into
Shruti’s thoughts when suddenly he heard some shouting at a distance.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">A
man was running with a bag in his hand and a lady was shouting behind
him. Abhi was so much into his thoughts that by the time he could figure
what was happening and went to help, the robber had always ran past him
and so the lady banged into Abhi and they both fell down.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Lady – “kya aap dekh kar nahi chal sakte? Wohh chor mera purse lekar bhaag gaya.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya
and Pratap ran after the thief and Kaveri and Lavanya went to help the
lady who basically needed no help but was fully into the fight with
Abhi.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet – “dekhiye madam…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Lady – “arre wah! Dekhna mujhe hai ki aapko. Bina kuch soche samjhe apni hi dhun mein jaa rahe hain”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
was feeling too silly. The lady did only stop fighting when Pratap and
Daya got back her purse, arrested the thief and told that they were CID
officers. The whole thing took good 30 minutes and after that everyone
laughed so much at Abhi’s halat that there was no serious work done for
the next 30 minutes either. Abhi was embarrassed but he too had a jolly
laugh.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">In Viren’s house, they started searching each and every corner and
found nothing much. It was a well furnished house but with very less
accessories. And then to everyone’s surprise (except to ACP
Prithviraj’s) the foreigner couple entered the house and closed the door
shut after them. Pratap moved forward to send them off but ACP
Prithviraj stopped him.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">When they were finally inside, they
checked all doors and windows were shut and they weren’t spied on, they
removed their disguises and only then everyone saw that the couple was
actually Vaibhav and Sheetal in disguise and no one else.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">They
told how they had been meeting many informants in various disuises and
how they found out that Mr. X didn’t operate directly but small people
hired by him like shop keepers, watchmen and others give orders and.
Only ACP Prithviraj and Abhi were listening to them and to avoid Pratap
from listening to all this, he was just told that Vaibhav and Sheetal
worked on a different case and they are here just to seek some advice.
So Pratap, Daya, Kaveri and Lavanya searched the house to find anything
that might help.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya then found a letter behind one of the
cupboards probably left there by mistake. To his horror, it was written
by Shruti to Viren. The letter was fishy indeed as why would Shruti need
to write to Viren and the letter was addressed to this very house…it
read that ‘Shruti had found her own accommodation and so Viren neednt
worry any longer about her as she will be fine.’ This was something
fishy for a girl to write to her hubby and so Daya took the letter to
ACP Prithviraj.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj too found it weird. He asked Abhi
and Daya to go to the locality Shruti mentioned she was allotted a house
in and find her. He then sent Lavanya and Pratap to find about the
letter to the postal office and he himself, along with Kaveri went with
Vaibhav and Sheetal to investigate a few people whom they doubted.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
and Daya had a tough time finding the ‘Shruti’. No one in the locality
seemed to know her and so they had to knock at almost all the doors in
the area. Finally then one person told them about 2 Shruti residing in
the area. Abhi went to see one and Daya went to see the other one.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
was tensed as things were getting onto his nerve as there certainly was
something fishy about Viren and now another Shruti cropped from
somewhere. Well Abhi went to the house and rang the bell. To add to his
confusion and tension, came the lady with whom he had banged in the
market. Abhi was too scared and kinda shy to say anything but there was
something really different about her now. In the morning she looked
extremely professional but now she was looking a very homely person,
soberly dressed and wearing an apron and dirty hands with flour. She
wasn’t angry or anything and Abhi couldn’t help smiling.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The lady
too found it surprising to see Abhi standing on her doorstep. She too
smiled and then without waiting to listen to him said – “I am sorry.
Maine aapko subah naa jaane kya kya keh diya. Wohh zarasal mera purse
chori ho gaya tha na aur us purse mein zaroori cheezein thi. Isiliye
main pareshaan thi. Aur pareshaani mein maine kitna kuch keh diya bina
soche ki kisse keh rahi hoon. Aapne kuch bola bhi nahi…wohh maine bolne
kahan diya.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">She laughed saying so and Abhi too smiled.
While she was saying all this he wanted to interfere and tell its okie
but it really isn’t simple to stop a lady from speaking when she doesn’t
want to stop.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Now when she was silent,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “arre nahi. Koi baat nahi”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Lady – “par aap yahan kaise?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “haan..wohh janna tha ki kya aapka naam Shruti hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Lady – “aap kya sach mein mere khilaf case kar rahe hain jo naam pooch rahe hain?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “nahi nahi…wohh kuch poochtach karni hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Lady – “sirf Shruti naam ki ladkiyoin se?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “haan wohh case hi kuch aisa hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">While
Abhi and the Lady were having this coversation at the door, Daya too
came there. The Shruti whom Daya went to check wasn’t the correct
Shruti. But she was and she did know Viren too. She called Daya and Abhi
inside and then went to clean herself and then came to answer their
questions.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “aap Viren ko jaanti hain?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “haan par kya hua?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “Viren ki maut ho gayi hai. Aapko pata hi hoga.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “haan par iss baat ko toh 3 mahine ho chuke hain na”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
– “haan. Main Viren ka dost hoon. Wohh zara main Viren ke case ko dekh
raha tha toh laga ki ismein kuch gadbad hai. Isiliye maine ye case
dubara khola hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “ek minute, kahin aap CID Mumbai, Senior Inspector Abhijeet toh nahi?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “haan par aap mujhe kaise jaanti hain?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti
– “Viren se aapke bare mein suna tha. College mein jab aap saath the.
Pehle Viren aapki bahut baat karta tha par phir jabse uski chacha ji se
ladai hui tab se meri usse baat cheet lagbhag band hi thi.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “par Shruti aap Viren ko kaise jaanti hain?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti
– “main Viren to bachpan se jaanti hoon. Hum saath saath bade hue. Main
apne papa – mummy ke saath USA mein rehti thi. Jab main 10 saal ki thi,
main, mummy aur papa yahan ghoomne aaye. Mere papa Viren ke papa ke
bahut ache dost the. Par ek din mummy – papa Viren ke papa aur Viren ki
mummy mujhe Viren ke saath ghar mein chod kar kahin bahar gaye aur
raaste mein unka accident ho gaya. Mummy – Papa ke saath saath Viren ki
mummy ki bhi maut ho gayi. Chacha ji ne mujhe adopt kar liya aur tab se
main humesha se unke saath hi rahi hoon.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya said sorry for
making Shruti emotional. But she smiled wiped her eyes. However Abhi was
thinking something else…something very different. Shruti and Daya both
noticed it and Daya asked him whats the matter?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi didn’t respond to Daya but turned to Shruti.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “aap Shruti hain?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “haan….”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “mera matlab aap Viren ke ghar ke peeche wale outhouse mein rehti thi aur aapki schooling saari yahin hui hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “haan aapko Viren ne bataya?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “oh my God. Toh phir wohh kaun hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “kaun?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “Viren ki patni…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “Kanya bhabhi?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Both Daya and Abhi are surprised to hear this name. This was a new character introduced in the story.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “Viren ki patni ka naam Kanya hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “haan mujhe laga aapko pata hai”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “Viren ki shaadi kab hui aapko pata hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “saath saal pehle”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “saath saal pehle kya Viren ki shaadi Kanya se hi hui thi?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “aur nahi toh kya? Aap kaisi baat pooch rahe hain”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
– “Viren se main aakhiri baar 7 saal pehle mila tha. Usnein mujhe
Shruti ke bare mein bataya tha jo uske ghar mein hi rehti thi yani ke
aap. Par usnein tab mujhe bola ki uski shaadi ussi Shruti se ho rahi
hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti, Abhi and Daya all were very confused and shocked.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti
– “Par aisa kaise ho sakta hai? Viren ko toh main bachpan se rakhi
bandh rahi hoon aur Viren khud Bhopal se Kanya Bhabhi ko laya tha.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “ye kya chakkar hai boss?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “par ismein kya problem hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
– “problem yeh hai ki ek lady jo apne aap ko Shruti aur Viren ki wife
kehti hai wohh Viren ke maut ke baad mere ghar mein reh rahi hai. Usnein
yahi bataya ki uska naam Shruti hai aur wohh Viren ki patni hai.”</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">This all went from bad to worse. Shruti told Abhi and Daya that Viren
had met Kanya in Bhopal and brought her along when he came to Pune 7
years back. They got married there and lived happily but then things
went wrong between Viren and his dad. Viren didn’t want to join their
family business and did some job which Viren’s dad didn’t approve off.
As a result, Viren and Kanya moved out and went to live separately.
Shruti was then left alone to take care of Viren’s dad. Viren loved
Shruti as a sister and so he did many times call her to live with them
but she never did so. Then when 3 years back, Viren’s dad died, Shruti
moved into this flat and that was when she had written that letter to
Viren as Viren had become worried about her.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “boss ye Viren ka kuch aur hi chakkar hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti
– “Mujhe pata nahi ki isse aapko kuch madad mile par 4 mahine pehle,
Viren ek din achanak yahan aa gaya. Bola ki Kanya bhabhi aur Viren ki
ladki kahin gaye hue hain isiliye who ek hafta yahan rehne aa gaya. Baki
sab kuch theek tha par Viren lagatar tab phone par baat karta rehta tha
aur kafi gusse wala ho gaya tha. Maine poocha toh bola ki kaam ki
tension hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “Viren kaam kahan karta tha?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “Viren ek resort mein kaam karta tha manager tha wahan.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi didn’t bother to listen to anything. He was in his own thoughts.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “Kya hua Abhijeet?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
– “sabse bada sawaal hai ki jo Shruti kaki ke saath ghar mein hai, wohh
kaun hai? Aur wohh Viren ke bare mein itna kaise jaanti hai? Uske paas
toh Viren aur uski tasveerein bhi hain.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “Abhijeet yaad hai
jab hum yahan ke liye nikal rahe the toh Shruti ekdum se bade ajeeb
tareeqe se bol rahi thi. Zaroor wohh kuch jaanti hai jo hum nahi
jaante.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “agar aap log mind na karein to main milun
unsein? Main Kanya bhabhi ko pehchanti hoon toh main bata dungi wohh
kaun hain.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “nahi. Wohh koi bhi ho sakti hain. Ismein khatra hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “toh phir kya karna hai boss?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “mujhe ghar jaana hoga. Kisi bhi tarah toh pata karna hi hai ki wohh Shruti kaun hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Meanwhile
ACP Prithviraj, Kaveri, Sheetal and Vaibhav (everyone without
disguises) went to meet an informer Gangu whom Vaibhav and Sheetal tried
tackling yesterday in disguise but he didn’t tell much. They found
Gangu sitting in a pan shop and went to him</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “Gangu?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Gangu – “kyu saab koi peroblem hai kya?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vaibhav – “Gangu dekho hum log –“</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Gangu
– “haila! Dekh toh Rangeele (the pan wala) yeh toh woi kal wale
vilayati tattu hain na jo yahan gehnoin ke bare mein pooch rahe the.
(laughs) Safedi jhad gayi kya?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">CID look at each other and Gangu seemed to be a highly learnt person and could even see through disguises.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “Dekho Gangu, hume tumse kuch poochna hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Gangu – “sabko Gangu se kuch na kuch poochna hi hota hai par Gangu kyu bole”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Kaveri – “Gangu dekho sidhi tarah se bata do warna –“</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Gangu – “madam ye kalaiyaan na ghar ke kaam karne mein lagao. Mere upar inka koi asar nahi hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vaibhav is angry. He grabs Gangu from his wrist and twists it. Many men from neighbouring shops come out to help Gangu.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vaibhav – “Bahut sun liya humne. CID kisi ki itni sunti nahi hai. Ab seedhi tarah se zubaan khol”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Gangu – “saab chodo toh. Aap CID wale ho…pehle batane ka tha na”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Gangu
seemed to be much more co ordinating now. So Vaibhav let him go and
Gangu stopped the men from coming. He then called the CID people inside a
restaurant (very small) and made them all sit.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Gangu – “haan saab boliye kya baat hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Sheetal – “is mohalle mein tumhara kafi rob hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Gangu – “ab apna ich toh mohalla hai…thoda bahut chalta hai. Chalta toh apna bahut jagah hai…kahin bhi pooch lo apne bare mein.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “wohh sab chodo Gangu aur hum tumse kuch zaroori poochne aaye hain.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Gangu – “kis ke bare mein sahab? Exhibition wali chori ke bare mein ya Viren ke khoon ke bare mein.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Everyone is surprised to see that Gangu knows so much.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vaibhav – “tumhe kaise pata ki hum kis case par kaam kar rahe hain?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Gangu – “ab saab informant hai apun…toh khabar toh rakhega na.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vaibhav – “sirf Police aur CID ke informant ho ya sabko information dete ho?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Gangu
– “saab dekho…aage kuch bhi baat karne se pehle aap log ye sun lo…apni
sirf 2 shartein hain kisi ke saath kaam karne ki aur agar aapko manjoor
nahi hai toh pehle hi bol dene ka…aisa nai ki baad mein nahi maan kar
apna heart break karna…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “kaisi shartein?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Gangu
– “pehli ki apne par trust karne ka…karo toh theek hai nai karo toh bhi
apne ko kya farak padta hai aur doosra ki jab main aap logoin ko
information deta hoon toh jo khabat aapko pata chale, aap bhi mujhe
batana.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “theek hai…manjoor. Ab batao jo kal saab ne poocha tha.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Gangu – “saab agar kal hi bol dete ki CID se hain toh main kal hi na bol deta…zabardasti bade saab ko lekar aaye aap.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “koi baat nahi…batao exibition se chori ke bare mein kya jante ho”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Gangu
– “zyada toh nahi par ye jaanta hoon ki in sab ke peeche ek nahi 2 log
hain – miya – biwi. Dono kisi jhol ke karan hi mile aur raatoin raat
ameer hone ke liye ye sab kiya aur jis tarah se kiya usse sab jaante
hain ki dono dimaag wale hain.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Sheetal – “tumhe kaise pata 2 log hain? Humare paas toh sirf ek ke bare mein hi aaya hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Gangu
– “yahich toh farak hai aap mein aur mujh mein. Maine Rajeev saab ko
bhi bataya tha par baad mein unhe pata nahi kya ho gaya tha. Wohh King’s
resort ke manager pe hi vishwas karte the. Wohh bhi gayab hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Kaveri – “aur kya jaante ho?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Gangu
– “wohh jo aap nahi soch sakte. Jisne planning ki wohh CID ke andar
hai…chupa hua…jiske liye bade saab ko bade office se bheja hai. Usne
apna aadmi nahi rakha aapke office mein par wohh khud hai”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Everyone
is shocked at this. Gangu tells them how a thousand thieves just from
Pune and Nasik were involved into this and where the gold was sent – to
Calcutta by ship. When he had ended with everything,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Kaveri – “jab tum itne kabil ho tab bhi aise bhai giri kyu karte ho?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Gangu
– “madam dekho…bhai giri kya karta hai apun? Khane – peene ka hafta
wasool karta hai par badle mein sabki bole toh protection bhi toh karta
hai. Kisi ki himmat apne ilaake ke ek bhi aadmi ko chot pahunchaye. Aur
baaki rahi is kaam ki baat – toh apni maa bachpan mein bolne ki desh ki
sewa aur logoin ke sewa sabse badi hai. Logoin ki sewa toh apun bahut
karta hai aur desh ki sewa aap logoin ke madad karne se ho jaati hai”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Sheetal – “tum Police force kyun nahi join karte?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Gangu – “mujhe kaun Police mein bharti karega? Bole toh apne paas koi skool ka certificate nahi hai na.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “Gangu…thank You. Tum wakayi mein bahut kabil insaan ho. Kabhi bhi koi madad chahiye hogi toh zaroor kehna.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">After
this they left for Office where Pratap and Lavanya were already there.
They had already done with their work at the post office and discovered
that the letter was 3 years old.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">In Mumbai,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP entered the office with anger. Head Quarters
were calling again and again for news and ACP was messed up with lot of
problems as the recordings were not at all fine. All the cameras had
some frames cut and in 3 of the cameras there was a problem of 3 – 5
minutes. ACP paced in tension in his office while Freddie and Daya were
constantly checking the video recordings noticing each and everyone
entering till they exit. Finally out of tension, ACP comes out from his
cabin and walks upto them.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “kuch pata chala”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Freddie – “sab log toh theek dikh rahe hain, sir”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “toh phir chori kisne ki? Tumne ya maine?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Freddie – “nahi nahi sir maine nahi ki…shayad aapne…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP looks at him angrily…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vivek
– “sir mujhe lagta hai ki hume dekhna chahiye jis camere mein 5 minute
ki recording missing hai, wohh kya kya dikhata hai. Usse shayad pata
chale ki chor sahi mein kahan tha.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “zaroor waha se bahar jaane ka koi raata hoga. Dhoondo usse.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Just
then ACP gets a call from ACP Prithviraj, who tells him all they had
found from Gangu. ACP tells them what he found out and so they decide
that Vaibhav, Sheetal, Kaveri, Lavanya, Abhi and Daya should return to
Mumbai and go with ACP to check the hall while ACP Prithviraj and Pratap
shall find the traitor.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">In Pune,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">When
ACP Prithviraj and others reach the office, Abhi and Daya had also
returned. ACP Prithviraj tells that CID mumbai should go back and
investigate there (he doesn’t tell what investigation neither he tells
about what Pratap is to do as the traitor must be listening). Listening
to it,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “sir main Mumbai nahi jaunga.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “Par Abhijeet tum toh jaante ho na wahan case kitna zaroori hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “sir mujhe yahan kuch aur kaam hai aur waise bhi aap yahan akele kaise investigation karenge.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “Abhijeet dekho Pratap hai mere saath. Tumhara jaana zaroori hai”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
– “sir I am sorry main aapko bata nahi sakta par abhi mera yahan rehna
zaroori hai. Mujhe Viren ke katil tak pahuchna hi hoga. Wohh mera dost
tha.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “sir mujhe lagta hai main bhi Abhijeet ke saath yahan
rukta hoon. Wahan zaroori case hai toh sab log toh hain. Ab jab Viren
ki file kholi hai toh band karni zaroori hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Before
ACP Prithviraj could say anything, Abhi called ACP Pradyuman and told
him that he can’t come. ACP did understand and agreed to let Daya and
Abhi stay in Pune with ACP Prithviraj.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">That evening,
Lavanya, Kaveri, Vaibhav and Sheetal left for Mumbai. ACP Prithviraj,
Pratap, Daya and Abhi went out to a restaurant to take dinner and then
Pratap was told the matter by ACP Prithviraj. Pratap couldn’t believe
himself.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Pratap – “par sir CID bureau mein koi..kaise?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “yeh sach hai Pratap…aur kaise, yehi toh dhoodna hai”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “Rajeev koi apne aap thodi na marr gaya. Zaroor kuch toh gadbad hai”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi wasn’t speaking anything. He was into his own thoughts.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “Abhijeet kya hua?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “kuch nahi sir bas thoda pareshaan tha.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “hum kuch kar sakte hain?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “sir koi baat nahi. Theek hoon…main zara bahar chakkar laga kar aata hoon…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Saying
so, Abhi left and went out of the restaurant and began strolling in the
street. It was a market street but not much crowded. He was in his own
thoughts and then he heard firing on the streets and then a girl
shouting. He saw that it was Shruti (Viren’s sister)…she was standing
with a bunch of girls when the bullet went just an inch away from her.
There were 5 bikers on the road full in black with guns in hand aiming
at her. Shruti and her friends ducked and Abhi rang in their direction
to help. He immediately took out his gun and fired at a rider who hurt
his arm with which he was aiming at Shruti…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The other four got
alert and aimed at Abhi instead but till then Daya, Pratap and ACP
Prithviraj had also come with their guns drawn and there was horrible
firing on the road. While all this was on, Abhi rushed to help Shruti
and her friends. Shruti’s one friend was injured. The bullet had rubbed
against her arm and Shruti was tieing her hankerchief to stop the blood.
Abhi went to help.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “aap theek hain?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti
nodded but no one replied. Abhi was in front of the girls with his gun
up and firing. Finally when one biker was hit by a bullet and was dead,
the others ran away. Daya and Pratap went to catch the dead biker in
hope that he might still be alive and could tell something but he was
dead. They also took hold of his bike. Meanwhile, ACP Prithviraj reached
to help the girls along with Shruti. Abhi was now helping Shruti in
getting the injured girl into the car so as to take her to hospital as
the bleeding didn’t stop. ACP Prithviraj sent his car (filled with
Policemen) with them. Abhi too went to hospital.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">In the
hospital, the girl Anamika wasn’t injured much but her blood was thin
so the bleeding continued for long due to which blood had to be given.
Abhi’s blood group matched that of the girl and he willingly gave his
blood. The girl’s mother thanked Abhi and Shruti a lot and the other
girls who were scared were dropped to their homes by Policemen. Anamika
was suggested to be in hospital for a night and her family was there
with her. Abhi asked if he should leave Shruti to her home and Shruti
accepted the offer.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">In the car,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “I hope she gets fine”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti
rested her head on the seat and her eyes closed. She had an unusual
expression on her face – she wasn’t scared of whatever happened but yes
very much tired and worried for her friend. After all it was a hectic
day for her. Meeting CID thrice in a day isn’t simple…either!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “Doctors ne kaha na chinta ki koi baat nahi hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “Thanks. Aapne blood diya jabki aap usse jaante bhi nahi.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “yeh mera farz tha…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti looked at him…he was smiling modestly! And she laughed…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “kya hua?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “nahi main bhool gayi thi aap logoin ka toh farz hota hai superman bankar sabko bachana.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi too laughed!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “superman nahi sirf dost bankar”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “jaankar khushi hui ki aap jaise log bhi hain…warna aajkal kaun kisi par bharosa karta hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “par aapne toh kar liya…warna akele raat mein ajnabee ke saath…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “aapse darne wali kya baat hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
looked at her amused…they were talking like they knew each other for
ages and now were actually looking at each other (Abhi though did look
at front too as he was driving but as there was less traffic in the
night so that’s alright)…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “kyun…mujh mein aur un
gundo mein kya farak hai? Unke paas bhi gun thi mere paas bhi
hai…coincidently maine bhi black coat pehna hai bas bike ke jagah car
hai…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">He laughed saying so…Shruti stared at him and then spoke very philosophically!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti
– “Sab jaante hain ki ACP Pradyuman ke left aur right hand Abhijeet aur
Daya jaan par khel jaayenge par kisi par bhi aanch nahi aane denge…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “acha toh aapke saamne ACP sir ke image achi hai…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti
– “ACP sir ko kaun nahi jaanta aur Viren ka toh humesha se sapna tha ki
CID join karna hai…toh itna suna hai CID ke bare mein kai baar lagta
hai main bhi wahiin kaam karti hoon”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi laughed and while laughing stopped the car…Shruti was also laughing…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “Chaliye aapka ghar aa gaya…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “baatoin baatoin mein dhyaan hi nahi raha…thanks…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “koi baat nahi”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “waise mujhe pata nahi tha ki CID officers bhi itni baatein karte hain…aur hastein bhi hain”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “chalo kisi ki galat faimy toh dur huyi…phir theek hai main chalta hoon…kuch aapko pata chale toh please bata deejiyega…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “aap coffee lenge”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “coffee?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti
– “haan aapne khana nahi liya na…itni der se phir hospital mein bhi
kaam kar rahe the aur blood bhi diya…kuch kha lijiye…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “nahi seriously thanks…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “dekhiye main bhi aapke saath itni der khadi thi…aapke bahane main bhi coffee pee lungi.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “acha…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “toh aap gadi park karke aayige…main jaakar coffee chadhati hoon”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti
got down saying so and went up to her house while Abhi was parking the
car…and just then he saw something very weird – lights on in Shruti’s
house…this means someone was in there…he took the keys out of his car,
got out fast and ran upstairs as fast he could…Shruti was already
unlocking her door…and Abhi shouted – “Shruti….” Shruti who ofcourse
didn’t know what happened, was opening the door of her house and
suddenly looked back and at that time many things happened
simultaneously…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">A man in mask came running out of the house…he
pushed Shruti hard and she hit herself with the door. But then Abhi too
reached the floor at the moment and he took out his gun…the masked man
retreated and held Shruti as hostage…Abhi didn’t dare fire and the
masked man moved backward with Shruti’s neck in his hands…Abhi was
closing in…and then the masked man threw Shruti towards Abhi and jumped
down the open stairs and ran…by the time Abhi caught Shruti…and holding
her went to see the man, he had already escaped. Abhi helped Shruti into
her house into the sofa…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The house was all turned
upside down…everything broken or stuff lying around in a mess…However,
Abhi didn’t bother that at the moment, Shruti was hurt on her head. He
fetched her some water. She was fine though…Abhi called ACP Prithviraj
and told her what happened. He ordered Abhi to take Shruti and come to
the bureau while he sent a team to investigate in the house.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Next Day,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">In Mumbai,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Lavanya and Kaveri were busy
interrogating the 40 security officers hired to guard the hall, Freddie
and Vivek were talking to people in the control room and Vaibhav,
Sheetal and ACP were searching for finger prints or other evidence with
help of Dr. Saluke and Dr. Tarika.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Lavanya – “Dekho
recording mein saaf dikh raha hai ki aap log roz kisi se baat karte
the…wohh insaan gate ke bilkul bahar baithta tha aise ki usko ek bhi
camera nahi dekh paaye.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Guard 1 – “par madam hume baat karna mana hai…hum bhale hi 1 minute ke liye kisi se baat kar le par isse zyada nahi.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Kaveri – “toh phir chor ko itni saari andar ki khabar kaise hui? Kisi ne toh dee hogi”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Guard 2 – “humne thodi na dee.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Guard 3 – “haan madam. Hum sab gareeb log hain par imaandar hain. Hum jhooth nahi keh rahe.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP who listened to all this came,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “dekho hum tumhe phasane nahi aaye hain. Hum sirf chahte hain ki tum logoin ko jo bhi yaad aata hai wohh hume bata do.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Guard
1 – “saab ek aadmi tha. Wohh roz aata tha, andar jaata, kamre ka ek
chakkar marta, kuch nahi dekhta aur fir bahar chala jaata. Paanchvein
din jab wohh aaya toh maine usse poocha…usnein kuch jawaab nahi diya aur
chala gaya…tab se nahi aaya.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Kaveri – “sir hume kya pata wohh
nahi aaya…jiski hum baat kar rahe hain aur behtareen behrupiya hai…toh
ho sakta hai wohh kuch aur bankar aaya ho isiliye ye log usse pehchan na
paaye hoin.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “haan Kaveri par tab bhi wohh yahan aata raha…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Just then Vivek comes and tells “sir andar toh bahut ghafla hai”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP
– “kya matlab?”Vivek – “sir yeh log bata rahe hain ki jis din
exhibition lagi uss din inka regular aadmi- Rakesh nahi aaya jo wahan
baithta tha par usne apni jagah apne dost - Biju ko bhej diya. Us dost
nein pehle bhi yahan kaam kiya tha isiliye in logoin ne usse aane
diya…aur exhibition ke paach din ke baad wohh dost gayab ho gaya…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “aur Rakesh?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vivek – “sir wohh jab in logoin ne Rakesh ke ghar mein pata kiya toh Rakesh lapata tha”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “kab se?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vivek – “exhibition shuru hone se ek din pehle se”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “gadbad hai…har jagah gadbad hai”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP was consumed in all this when,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Saluke – “arre yeh kya?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP goes to Saluke to see what he found out…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “kya mila Saluke?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Saluke – “ACP tum toh keh rahe the ki ye chor bada shatir hai…par yeh toh bilkul daffar nikla”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “hua kya?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Saluke – “bas samajh lo bhagte chor ki langoti mil gayi hai”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Saluke theek theek batao kya mila hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Saluke – “nakhun”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “nakhun?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Saluke – “haan baba haath ki ungli ka nakhun”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Till
now Vivek, Lavanya, Freddie, Vaibhav and Sheetal had also come to see.
Saluke shows them (Tarika has already seen it) a small piece what looked
like part of string coming out from the wall. Saluke took a sharp knife
and a forcep and slowly tried to pull out the nail by trying to extract
some part of wall with it but surprisingly a lot of dust dropped.
Saluke stopped and turned to the guard</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Saluke – “yeh is deewar ke peeche hai kya?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Guard 1 – “sir wohh air conditioning control hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “kya hua?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Saluke – “deewar khokhli hai”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Everyone exchange looks.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Saluke – “koi bhi aasaani se ek – do eeth hata kar raasta bana sakta hai deewar ke beecho beech.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “toh yahan se gahne gaye hain”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vivek – “iska matlab sir koi air conditioner ke control ke paas hoga aur chor ne yahan se gehne chura kar usse pakda diye”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Freddie – “uff…yeh chor hai ki spider man, jahan dekho pahunch gaya, air conditioner mein bhi??”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP
– “yahi toh pata karna hai Freddie…Vaibhav, Vivek, tum dono jaao AC
control ke paas hum yahan se wahan raasta banane ki koshish karte hain.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The two left along with a guard to show them the way and then,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Freddie kuch nokili cheez lao jisse ched kar sake…koi rod wagarah”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Freddie
went out along with one guard and then returned with 2 metal rods. The
guard and Freddie banged the rods on the wall a couple of times and then
they could make a little hole through which they could see the other
side of the wall. Then after a little more help, the broadened the hole.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Vivek…Vaibhav kya tum log wahan ho? Mujhe sun sakte ho?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vivek – “ji sir…hum yahin hain”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Lavanya – “sir toh phir yahin se chori hui hai”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Kaveri – “par sir deewar toh thos hai toh phir kaise yahan se koi cheezein andar – bahar kar sakta hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Saluke – “kisne kaha deewar sabut hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “kya matlab?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Saluke
didn’t reply but took the rod from the guard and then tried breaking
the wall vertically. Ofcourse it broke unevenly and then Saluke cleaned
the dust from a cloth and what dawned on the CID was shocking!!!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">There was a wooden passage hidden behind cement and bricks.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “oh toh yeh hai yahan ka doosra darwaza…par yeh yahan hai, ye tumhe kaise pata chala Saluke?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Saluke – “boss cement dhoka de gaya, aadha cement purana hai aur aadha naya aur cement ke beech mein lakdi ke tukde the…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Saluke
holds out his hand to show the cement that had fallen and when ACP
noticed carefully, there were brown particles in between.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “maan gaye Saluke”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Saluke – “arre yeh kya CID ne forensic waloin ki tareek ki?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Saluke…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Saluke – “kyun boss koi sapna toh nahi? Aisa kaise ho gaya”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “uff tumhe acha kaho toh bhi sirdardi na kaho toh bhi –“</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Before ACP could complete,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Saluke – “sirdardi? Par abhi toh bahut kuch hai batane ko…soch lo”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “aur bhi kuch hai? Arre wah! Kya?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Saluke – “Dr. Tarika ko kuch mila hai”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Dr.
Tarika – “haan ACP sir, iss cement ke kuch tukdoin mein ek special
tareeke ka glue mila hua hai, jisse cement jaldi se jam gaya aur kuch hi
gantoin mein mazboot deewar ban gayi”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “acha?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Saluke –
“aur sunne wali khabar yeh hai ki yeh glue har jagah aasani se nahi
milti, yeh sirf sarkari daftaroin mein milti hai thodi thodi aur CID
bureau mein milti hai”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “CID bureau mein?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Sheetal – “kahiin aap us glue ki baat toh nahi kar rahe jisse overseas parcel jam hokar jaate hain?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Saluke
– “haan bilkul wahi…jab bhi CID ko koi secret parcel bhejna hota hai,
toh kissi aur cheez ke andar ched karke, us parcel ko polythene mein
lappet kar glue ke ched mein daal dete hain, ab chahe kuch karlo, aapse
yeh glue nahi hategi. Is glue ka tod sirf ek solution hai jo glue ke use
kare jaane ke sirf 10 gante tak hi parcel ko nikalne mein madad kar
sakta hai, warna us parcel ko kabhi nikala jaa sakta.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Dr. Tarika –
“Tabhi toh dekhiye sir, cement ke saath jud kar is glue ne kitne mote
pathar bana liye, par yeh glue dilute karke use kiya gaya hai isiliye
deewar toot gayi warna isse todna namumkin hai.”</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">While all this conversation was on, Sheetal was tensed. ACP saw her</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Kya hua Sheetal?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Sheetal
– “sir, kuch mahine pehle, shayad 4 mahine pehle CID headquarters se ek
bada dabba bharkar glue gayab ho gayi thi. Yehi wali glue”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Everyone is tensed.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Sheetal – “Headquarters ko lagta hai ki CID bureau mein hi koi gaddar hai aur ab toh ye sach lagne laga hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP
– “hume jald hi usse pakdna hoga warna musibat aa jaayegi…Sheetal, Tum,
Kaveri aur Lavanya, Saluke aur Tarika ke saath jo kuch bhi milta hai
dhoondo aur Forensic lab bhejo testing ke liye… aur Vivek aur
Vaibhav…main wahan aa raha hoon….chalo Freddie”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">In Pune,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">It was 9 am and Shruti was there in CID office sitting in a chair silently crying while the others were discussing the matter.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj then went to her.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “Shruti dekhiye aapko ghabrane ki koi zaroorat nahi hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “yahan aapko kisi se khatra nahi hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “par yeh toh sach hai na ki kal mujh par humla hua tha jismein Anamika ghayal ho gayi.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “ek minute…isse pehle kya kabhi aapke saath aisa kuch hua hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “nahi…pata nahi kal kya kya ho gaya?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
didn’t wait to listen to her but went to a cupboard and began searching
something in it. It was there…the letter Shruti wrote to Viren. He
brought it and showed it to everyone…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “yeh rahi hamle ki wajah.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “kya matlab?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
– “jisne bhi Viren ka khoon kiya hai wohh nahi chahta hum ye case solve
kare…Shruti jo shayad is waqt hume Viren ke bare mein sabse zyada bata
sakti hai…achanak se jaise hi CID usse milti hai…waise hi uspe humle
hone lagte hain.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “kuch samajh nahi aa raha ki chakkar hai kya”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “kya main office phone kar sakti hoon.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP
Prithviraj – “haan zaroor. Aur keh do ki aap lagbhag 2 – 3 din office
nahi aayengi. Aapki jaan ko khatra hai. Pratap phone dikho.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Pratap
showed her the phone though there was nothing to be shown as the phone
was kept just behind her…She dialed and just then came in Rampal Chacha
carrying tea. Shruti found the line too disturbed though she thought she
saw something about Rampal Chacha that was more disturbing though she
didn’t remember it a second later and then thought to forget it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “line mein kitna distubance hai”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Pratap
– “haan who kareeban ek saal se hai. Kitni baar line check kara lee par
theek hi nahi hota. Aap bahar wale phone se kar leejiye, wohh theek
hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “yeh kya hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti was examining the land line and then she spotted something.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The
others too came too see…Shruti demanded for a screw driver with which
she opened the phone quietly and inside the receiver was well placed a
mike small enough to fit there. ACP Prithviraj saw it immediately and
pulled everyone away from the phone.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “yeh toh sirf kisi chuhe ka kaam hai. Lagta hai ab chuhe bhi CID office mein aane lage hain.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Everyone
was confused to listen to him but he kept on doing action to them to
stay quiet. And while saying, he took a paper and scribbled ‘DON'T SPEAK
ANYTHING’ and handed it to everyone.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj –
“koi baat nahi ab isse jaane do engineer se theek kara lenge. Toh mere
hisaab se thoda kaam ho jaaye. Zara dekhna Pratap Shruti ke ghar ki
investigation report aa gayi…aur Shruti aap jaakar zara bahar dekh
lijiye…aapke ghar ka kuch samaan jo hume laga ki damaged hai, wohh hum
yahan le aaye evidence ke taur par. Ek baar aap dekh lijiye. Daya inhe
le jao.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya escorted her out..while going out Shruti
glanced at Rampal Chacha and for a second she thought that he too was
staring at her, the other she thought he looked extremely worried and
the third she thought she saw something similar about him. However she
moved on with Daya.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Inside the cabin,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj was cautiously moving towards the mike making as little noise as possible.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “Abhijeet mujhe kuch nahi pata kya hoga…iske aage sab kuch clueless hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">When
he said so, he with symbols said to Abhi to come to him. Abhi
understood what he meant. Someone was listening to all CID conversation
with the help of the mike and so if they became quiet or talked of
discovering it, the listener would be alert. So they talked about the
case and meanwhile tried removing the mike.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “sir mujhe lagta hai Viren us resort mein kisi chakkar mein phas gaya tha…isiliye maara gaya.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “mujhe bhi lagta hai par samajh nahi aata ki wohh Police ke paas kyun nahi gaya…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “hume resort mein chalna chahiye.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “mere khayal se pehle ek baar Viren ke ghar aur Viren ke pita ke ghar hokar aate hain.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “haan yeh theek rahega”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And
finally the mike was removed from the phone. ACP Prithviraj took the
mike and kept it inside a drawer and closed the drawer. Still he didn’t
know how safe it was to talk now. Well they went out to see what was
happening but then Abhi got a call. It was from ACP who said Abhi should
come back. Abhi had told ACP about the weird things happening about the
2 Shrutis and ACP found it unsafe to leave Kaki at Abhi’s place alone
with the Shruti. Abhi too found it logical.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">While Abhi took the call, ACP Prithviraj went to the hall. Abhi joined later.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “kya kaha ACP sir ne?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “sir ke hisaab se mujhe aur Daya ko kuch time ke liye Mumbai chalna chahiye”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “Main toh keh hi raha tha na.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “par yahan itna kuch ho raha hai kaise chod kar jaaye?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Pratap – “hum log hain na yahan…hum dekhenge.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “hum log yahan nahi hai Pratap…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Pratap – “ji sir?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP
Prithviraj – “ji…hum sab chalte hain aur Shruti ji aap bhi agar ho sake
toh humare saath chale…yahan aapka koi hai nahi, akeli rehti hain…jaan
khatre mein hai hi aur jab Abhijeet ki aap custody mein hain toh aisa
kaise hoga ki wohh wahan aur aap yahan.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “haan main bhi chalti hoon…wahan un se bhi mil lungi jinka zikra Abhijeet ne kiya tha.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “good then. Lunch kiya jaaye…uska baad packing karte hain aur chalte hain.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP
Prithviraj instructed other CID members still at Pune to look into the
attacks on Shruti and investigate about the rider they had caught. He
also asked them to have tight security at Shruti’s place and every news
should be reported to him through cell phone.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti was taken by Abhi to her house to get her bag packed.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “mere karan aapki duty badh gayi”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi was having coffee which Shruti made and smiled.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
– “duty ka pata nahi par haan coffee peene ki aadat zaroor badh gayi
hai…case khatam hone ke baad coffee badi miss karunga.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “kyun ghar mein koi hai nahi jo coffee bana de?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “ghar mein rehta kaun hai jo wahan koi ho…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “toh phir toh aapko ek patni ki zaroorat hai…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “kya baat karti ho…sasti si coffee machine aa jaayegi…uske badle ek zindgi bhar ki patni!”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti
– “Patni coffee ke saath saath baaki kaam bhi karegi aur aapko ghar
mein aane ki wajah bhi milegi…after all ghar mein koi hai jiski care
karni hai…kab tab poori duniya ki care karenge Abhijeet?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
didn’t speak anything. Shruti was a good friend now and he enjoyed
speaking to her but he hadn’t even spoken like this to Daya and so this
was weird! Anyways, the packing was done and Abhi and Shruti left for
Mumbai. Daya, Pratap and ACP Prithviraj had left in another car…already.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “mujhe darr lag raha hai”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “kyun kya hua?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti
– “kuch nahi par aise ghar se bahar akeli toh pehli baar aa rahi
hoon…aur wohh bhi Police ki madad karne jabki apni jaan mushkil mein
hai”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “Aap ko agar lagta hai ki aap yeh nahi kar paayengi toh rehne deejiye.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “nahi…main karna chahti hoon…aakhir mera bhi Viren se kuch rishta tha.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “Viren…haan mujhe toh kuch samajh nahi aa raha ki uske saath kya hua?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “pata chal jaayega…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “kya hua?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “kuch soch rahi thi…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “kya?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti
– “pehle Abhijeet aap promise karo ki chahe kuch bhi ho jaaye mujhe CID
bureau nahi jaana hoga…main CID mumbai se nahi milungi jabtak main naa
chahun”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “par kyun?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “bas…aapko baad mein pata chal jaayega…abhi nahi”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “par…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti
– “itna bada secret nahi hai yeh…jab sahi waqt aayega jo shayad kuch
dino mein aa jaaye, tab aapko pata chalega toh aap hasoge”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi –
“acha…theek hai…aap bureau mein mat rehna…main aapke rehne ke liye
Kaveri ya Lavanya se baat kar lunga. Wohh bata dengi aapke rehne ke liye
jagah…warna aap unke saath shift ho sakti hain…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “kya main…aapke ghar mein reh sakti hoon?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi didn’t say anything…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti
– “main phir us Shruti se ache se mil sakti hoon na aur jaan sakti hoon
aur uske bare mein. Aapko toh koi pareshani nahi hai na?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “nahi mujhe kya paresani honi…haan…theek rahega.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “aap tension mein ho?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “pata nahi…pareshaan toh hoon kis bare mein kuch samajh nahi aa raha…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “mujhe bataiye main batati hoon…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “kyun logoin ke dimaag padhne nahi aate…itna kuch aata hai toh wohh bhi aana chahiye na…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “logoin ke dimaag toh bahut ache se padh leti hoon par police waloin ke padhne mein mushkil hoti hai…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “matlab?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti
– “journalist hoon…logoin ki baat toh samajh leti hi hoon par Police ka
kya kiya jaaye, sochti kuch hai, bolti kuch aur karti kuch…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi laughs…Shruti smiles…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “aap reporter hain…mujhe nahi pata tha…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “ab toh pata chal gaya na..”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And like this laughing and talking they reached Abhi’s place. Abhi carries the bags inside and its kaki who opens the door.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Kaki – “Abhijeet aa gaya tu? Ek phone hi kar deta, itne dino na koi
khair, na khabar, Shruti toh pareshan ho gayi, par maine usse bata diya
ki yeh toh roz ki hi baat si hai. Yeh kaun hai?”Abhi – “Kaki…wohh –“</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi didn’t know what to tell but Shruti covered up.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti
– “Kaki namaste…main Sh…Shipra hoon. Main CID officer hoon. Abhijeet ke
dost Viren ke case par kaam kar rahi hoon. Toh maine socha kuch din ke
liye Mumbai aayi hoon toh yahan reh leti hoon, Abhijeet ji se case ke
bare mein baat bhi kar lungi. Kya main yahan reh sakti hoon?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Kaki
– “arri beti aa na…ismein bhi koi poochne ki baat hai…Abhijeet toh ghar
mein rehta hi nahi, chalo kuch din ghar mein hulchul rahegi.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">While
the conversation was on, the three walked in. Abhijeet was confused for
why Shruti called herself Shipra and also a CID officer and stared at
her for an explanation but she never looked at him but she was busy
talking to Kaki. And then Abhi’s eyes raced the length of the hall to a
figure standing just below the stairs was Shruti (claimed Viren’s wife).
She heard Abhi’s and Kaki’s voice and rushed down from her room to see.
She was pretty scared just like she was went Abhi had left. Seeing her,
Abhi suddenly remembered all that was going inside him when he had left
regarding her but after meeting the other Shruti (Viren’s sis), and
getting into Viren’s case, Abhi almost forgot all about Shruti and never
did either feel anything for her. And so seeing her and remembering all
the things was very embarrassing.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi didn’t want to face her and so,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “Kaki mujhe office mein report karna hai, mujhe jaana hoga.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Kaki – “thodi der baith toh, kuch kha le”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “nahi kaki, der ho jaayegi”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And without another glance he left.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">In CID office,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Everyone
was there in the evening – ACP, ACP Prithviraj, Pratap, Daya, Abhijeet,
Freddie, Vivek, Vaibhav, Sheetal, Lavanya and Kaveri…all of them
working individually on the same case reading files and papers or
searching the net, and both the ACP were deep in conversation.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “mujhe lagta hai ki iss gangu ko pakadna chahiye, yeh aur bhi bahut kuch bata sakta hai”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “par iss baat ka kya barosa ki wohh sirf humare liye kaam kar raha hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Before ACP Prithviraj could answer, ACP’s phone rang, he picked it up and it was Saluke, calling them all to the Lab.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">From
the exhibition in the morning, they had found a lot of things apart
from the nail and the cement with glue. In the AC control room, there
were no special prints except burns of cigarette but just outside the
room there was a narrow passage and Vaibhav suggested that when the
thief would have come in, he would have needed to hold something to
balance himself, and so when they tried looking for fingerprints, they
found 25 different fingerprints. The nail and the fingerprints were
being studied in the forensic and Saluke had now called to tell them
that he had found something.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">So they all left for the Forensic Lab,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">In the forensic Lab,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “haan Saluke jaldi batao kya mila hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Saluke
– “ACP tumse kitni baar kaha hai ki forensic lab mein aane se pehle
apna ghoda bahar chod ke aaya karo…andar baad mein aate ho pehle hi
jaldi macha dete ho…yeh forensic lab hai, yahan kaam jaldi nahi dhang se
hona chahiye.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “haan haan theek hai batao toh ab ki kya mila”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Saluke – “batata hoon…batata hoon…jaldi kya hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Saluke
was moving around the lab while the conversation was on…he was holding a
test tube with something inside it and moving with it, adding chemicals
into it…ACP looked at others and then back…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Saluke jaldi bolo…hume aur bhi kaam hain…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Saluke – “toh karo na…kisne mana kiya, jo baat sunne aaye ho agar thoda theek se dhoondte toh tumhe khud pata chal jaati.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “acha…aisa kya hai, bolo toh, taaki agli baar se hum log ache se apna kaam karein”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Saluke – “Dr. Tarika…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Dr. Tarika – “jo fingerprints aap laaye hain, wohh CID inspector Rajeev aur unki assistant Kanya ke hain”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “kya?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Saluke – “haan boss…kyu hosh ud gaye?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vaibhav – “par aisa kaise ho sakta hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Pratap – “par yeh nahi ho sakta…Rajeev sir toh Pune mein hi the humesha.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Saluke – “fingerprints tumhare saamne hain, aur wohh raha computer jismein CID records hain, khud check kar lo”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vaibhav
who didn’t believe this, along with Daya, Abhi, Sheetal and Vivek who
all didn’t believe this either, went to the computer. Vivek took the
finger prints lying on the table and scanned them and Vaibhav ran a
search…after nearly 15 minutes of search, the results actually were the
one told by Dr. Tarika. Everyone was shocked.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “kya hua? Kya mila?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “sir Dr. Saluke aur Dr. Tarika sahi keh rahe hain.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Saluke – “sun liya…humari baat par toh bharosa hi nahi tha par apne officers par toh hai na?”</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">In CID office,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Everyone was doing a lot of work. The recent
discoveries in the forensic lab had shaken them all completely. Both the
ACPs were horribly tensed! ACP asked Vaibhav and Sheetal to call CID
headquarters and check with Rajeev’s activities during the time of
robbery; Pratap who had argued a lot about being with Rajeev remembered
that not Rajeev but Kanya did take a leave for 2 days when the robbery
was committed and so ACP asked him and Daya to check on her and find all
they could about her, while Freddie, Abhi, Lavanya and Kaveri had gone
to the exhibition hall to find out why did Kanya or Rajeev visit there.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Meanwhile, ACP stood tensed in his office and ACP Prithviraj who saw him tensed, came to him.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “sir aap pareshan hain?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “haan Prithviraj, pareshan hoon…samajh nahi aa raha ki ho kya raha hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “sir mujhe lag raha hai ki kuch hai jo hum dekh hi nahi rahe, ya dekh nahi paa rahe”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “par wohi toh jananna hai!”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “par sir baat kuch aur bhi hai…aapko koi aur cheez bhi pareshan kar rahi hai”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “haan…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “sir kya main kuch madad kar sakta hoon?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP - “mujhe khud nahi pata ki baat kya hai…main Abhijeet ke liye pareshaan hoon”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “maine bhi notice kiya ki Abhijeet ke saath kuch toh problem hai”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “mujhe lagta hai ki main usse kuch din ki chutti de doon, shayad wohh apni problem ka solution dhoondh le”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP
Prithviraj – “sir hum log saath hain toh koi bhi samasya ka hal dhoondh
sakte hain par alag hokar hum Abhijeet ki madad kaise karenge?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Before ACP could reply, Abhi and Freddie entered in with of course Kaveri and Lavanya.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Freddie – “sir gadbad hai”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Freddie kya mila?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Freddie – “bahut gadbad hai sir”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “uff…Abhijeet tum batao kya pata chala…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “sir wohh…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Freddie – “nahi sir main hi bataunga”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “toh batao…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Freddie – “sir Rajeev CID team ke saath wahan hall ki inspection karne gaya tha.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “tumhara matlab hai jo team exhibition hall ke inspection ke liye gayi thi, Rajeev usmein tha?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Just then Vaibhav and Sheetal come in…they too had the same news with a lot more information.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Sheetal – “ji sir, Rajeev us team ka member tha”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP
Prithviraj – “yani ki agar hall se koi bhi raasta hai, toh Rajeev ko
pata hona chahiye…aur Kanya…uske bare mein kuch pata chala…?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Kaveri
– “sir uska toh bahut zyada chakkar hai…exhibition hall ke manager se
pata chala, ki Kanya Rajeev ke saath aayi thi jabki wohh inspection team
mein nahi thi aur phir – “</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “aur phir kya?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi –
“baad mein wohh ek din phir aayi thi, exhibition ki recordings dekhne,
exhinition ke pehle din. Usne wahan kaha ki Rajeev ne usse waha bheja
tha.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “Pratap…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Prarap who was talking to Daya came, Daya too came along.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Pratap – “ji sir.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP
– “Pratap jis din ye exhibition lagi thi, us din ya ek do din pehle,
Rajeev ne Kanya ko kahin bheja tha, ya usne chutti lee ho?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Pratap – “sir chutti toh nahi lee par haan Kanya tab kisi case ke silsile mein zyadatar office se bahar hi rehti thi.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “sir gadbad hai..”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Just
then Freddie gets a call from his wife who was furious as it was 11 and
Freddie had promised to be back home early…Freddie as usual couldn’t
speak anything on the phone…but just made a very poor face…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “kya ho gaya?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Freddie
– “wife ka phone tha, maine kaha tha ki main jaldi aa jaunga isiliye
gussa thi, bola hai agar 10 minute mein nahi aaya toh andar gusne nahi
degi”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “phir toh tumhe nikalna chahiye…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “aur nahi toh kya, ghar mein entry nahi mili toh hum mein se kisi ek ko Freddie ko jhelna hoga.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Freddie is like always, confused, angry and all…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “acha chalo, sab ghar jao par kal subah saat baje mujhe sab yahan chahiye”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Freddie – “aapka matlab chutti ab?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “haan Freddie”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And saying so, ACP left with ACP Prithviraj, Vaibhav, Pratap and Sheetal. Freddie was staring at ACP with open mouth in shock.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Lavanya – “kya hua Freddie sir?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Freddie – “kya yeh sach mein ACP sir the?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “kyun?”Freddie – “inhone hume abhi – abhi ghar jaane ko kaha”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “haan waise hairani wali baat toh hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vivek entered when the conversation was on. He saw ACP leave and ACP told him to go home too…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vivek – “ACP sir chutti de toh koi manta nahi, nahi de toh khush nahi.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
wasn’t at all interested in the conversation. He didn’t want to go home
as in his home there were 2 Shrutis one of whom he didn’t want to face.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “Freddie niklo jaldi warna bhabhi ji gussa karengi…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Freddie – “haan haan…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Saying so, Freddie left in a hurry. Vivek, Kaveri and Lavanya too left.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “Kya hua Abhijeet? Ghar jaane ka mann nahi hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “pata nahi..”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “kya pata nahi…chalo main ghar chod deta hoon aur subah 6:30 baje pick kar lunga.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">In the car,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “kya baat hai Boss? jab se Mumbai aaye ho, bilkul khamosh ho”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “nahi kuch khaas nahi…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Then
a long silence and Daya was thinking what the matter could be and it
suddenly dawned on him…in amazement as he knew it was true, he stopped
the car…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “kahin Shruti mera matlab hai Viren ki behen, tumhare ghar par toh nahi?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “haan. Usne kaha ki wahan reh kar wohh Shruti ke bare mein aur jaan legi.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “chakkar kya hai Abhijeet?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And
reluctantly and slowly, Abhijeet told his mind of how he had almost
forgotten Shruti when they were in Pune and he enjoyed being with the
other Shruti and now it was all hard again…Abhi told Daya how he felt
strongly that there is something fishy about Viren and that Viren is
definitely alive but he has turned to a criminal… and also Abhi told him
how he really wanted to solve this mystery about Viren as there was
something very big and crucial too! Daya was so surprised to listen how
much Abhi was going through.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “itna kuch akele kaise face karoge?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “yahi toh nahi pata na yaar”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “mere ghar chalo”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “kya faayda…kabhi na kabhi toh saamna karna hai, aaj kyun nahi”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “pakka?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “haan”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “kabhi bhi kuch bhi pareshani ho, phone kar dena…main aa jaunga…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “thanks”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi’s
home had come…and so Abhi got down and prepared himself to face
Shruti…he didn’t feel what he used to for her but still there were some
remains…he didn’t love her any loner and neither felt any attraction but
he found her fake and highly fraud as he believed she did know
something about Viren… Anyways, he entered the house to find everyone
sitting on the dining table, taking dinner.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Kaki – “lo aa gaya…itni der tak dono tera intezaar karke bhooki thi, abhi khane baithi hain, acha hua tu aa gaya, aaja kha le”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
was really hungry but he didn’t want to sit and eat…he decided to
postpone the meeting with Shruti (Viren’s wife) for sometime, so he
could atleast thing what to talk to her about…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “nahi kaki, maine Daya ke saath kha liya….aap log mera intezaar kyun karte ho….kha liya karo”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Kaki – “beta kuch toh le le”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “Kaki bas abhi khaya, aap log khao na, main zara fresh ho loon”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And he left upstairs…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Kaki
– “dekh lo…poori duniya ke haal se rubaro hai par apni kuch khairiyat
hi nahi hai is ladke ko…Shipra beti tum bhi kya aise hi kaam mein lagi
rehti ho?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shipra – “haan kaki…abhi toh main chutti pe hoon
isiliye aaram se hoon…warna kaam ke saath saath apni dekh bhal nahi
hoti, waise bhi ghar aao, din bhar kaam karne ke baad, toh khana banta
hi nahi”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Kaki – “Abhi toh Shruti hai, isiliye is ghar mein bhi
thoda kaam chal raha hai, warna main toh khana hotcase mein rakh deti
thi, kab tak intezaar karun? Tum log ho toh ghar mein kitni raunak hai,
Shruti jab chali jaayegi toh ghar bilkul soona ho jaayega…Shruti hai,
Pinky betiya hai, tum ho…main toh koi kaam kar hi nahi rahi hoon…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shipra
– “aapko kaam karne ki kya zaroorat hai Kaki? Hum hain na…aur waise bhi
Shruti ji ne kahan jaana hai, aur mera kya hai, aap jab bolo chutti
lekar aa jaungi, bhai mujhe bhi chutti aur ghar ki khane ki zaroorat
padti hai…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti had finished eating…but she wasn’t at all interested in the conversation.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Kaki – “Main zara Abhijeet ko doodh de aati hoon, kuch toh le lega.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “kaki aap apna khana kha lijiye, main Abhijeet ji ke liye doodh bana deti hoon.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shipra
– “Shruti aap baitho…subah se aap kitchen mein ho…aap chalo, Pinky ko
sulao, aur main Abhijeet ko doodh de deti hoon, aur phir hum baatein
karenge…bhai ek hi ghar mein 3 auratein hain aur baatein na ho! Aisa
kaise ho sakta hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">So Shruti who really wanted to talk to Abhijeet lost her chance as she had to go and make Pinky (her daughter) sleep…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shipra
walked in the balcony in Abhijeet’s room…Abhi was standing there,
staring at the dark sky and probably thinking something, but well he was
feeling hungry and then he smelled hot food, and he turned to see
Shipra standing there and a plate full of hot food on his bed.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shipra – “kya hua? Aap yahan kyun khade hain? Chaliye andar, khana kha lijiye…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi didn’t bother about food…he wanted to ask Shruti (Viren’s sister) some questions…important ones!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “Shruti aapne apna naam yahan Shipra kyun bataya aur –“</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shipra completed the sentence for him…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shipra – “aur yeh kyun kaha ki main CID officer hoon…yahi na?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “haan”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti (Viren’s sis) walked upto the railing where Abhijeet was and too stared at the sky…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shipra – “aap kya chahte the ki main kehti ki main Viren ki behen hoon?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi didn’t know what to say….he knew that she was correct…so he remained quiet</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shipra
– “Pune mein aap ek aur CID officer se mile, yeh thoda logical aur
obvious lagta hai…aur ye kehna ki main Viren ke case par kaam kar rahi
hoon, toh main Shruti se Viren ke bare mein, un ke bare mein kuch bhi
pooch sakti hoon…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “kya bharosa wohh sach bole?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shipra – “koi baat nahi, journalists ka kaam aur hota kya hai? Sach aur jhooth mein farak karna…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
had forgotten all his worries and everything…he felt he was talking to a
really good friend, and his mood cheered up! But then he had something
in his heart and he spoke it out</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “aap yeh sab kyun kar rahi hain?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shipra
– “aapko kyun lagta hai? 3 din pehle tak main aapko jaanti bhi nahi
thi, aur aaj yahan aapke ghar mein, aapke kamre mein aapse baat kar rahi
hoon… well baat kar rahi hoon kyunki mujhe baat karna pasand hai aur
jahan tak rahi baaki sab ki baat, Viren aapka sirf dost tha, wohh bhi ab
aisa lagta hai ki sirf aap uske dost the, usne toh aapko dokha diya,
par main toh usse bachpan se bhai maanti thi na, mera bhi toh uske liye
koi farz banta hai…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi and Shipra stared at each other, blank but with utter satisfaction for long and then like Shipra was pinched or something…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shipra – “very good, mujhe baatoin mein laga diya aur main bhool gayi, chaliye khana…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “par maine bola toh ki main kha kar aaya hoon…phir aapne takleef kyu ki?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shipra – “ab toh maine takleef kar lee hai na… toh chaliye…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “arre par main abhi Daya ke saath kha kar aaya”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shipra
– “yahi toh problem hai, jab aapko pata tha ghar mein itne log hain toh
bahar khane ki jagah Daya ko bhi yahin le aate. Ab unhein ghar jaakar
akele thanda khana khana padega.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “Daya ke ghar mein khana
banane ke liye aayee hain, jo uska khana bana kar hotcase mein rakh deti
hain, wohh usse kha lega…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shipra – “kha lega?? Yani ke unhone khana nahi khaya… aapko sharam nahi aayi restaurant mein akele akele khate hue?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti
was silent staring at Abhi half with surprise and half laughing. Abhi’s
lie was caught…he had to believe that Shruti (Viren’s sis) did possess
qualities of a good CID officer though she wasn’t one… He liked talking
to her especially the way they were so friendly…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shipra – “ya kahein ki aap mein se kisi ne khana nahi khaya…toh chaliye kha lijiye”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “aapse behas mein koi nahi jeet sakta…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shipra
– “thank you…main isse compliment ki tarah lungi…ab aap khana khane
chalte hain ya kaki ko batun ki aapne jhooth bola tha?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
opened his mouth to speak something but he couldn’t figure out what…but
till then, Shipra had caught his hand and was pulling him into the
room…</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti was climbing the stairs carrying milk for Abhijeet…as Shipra
forgot the milk glass in the kitchen and she saw Shipra pull Abhi into
the room and making him sit and eat… Abhi was laughing and applying
least resistance… And then after having a few bites, he wanted water,
and so Shipra got to get it and she remembered she had forgotten the
milk in the kitchen too and then they saw Shruti standing on the door
carrying the glass of milk…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shipra – “leejiye dhoodh toh aa gaya, main paani lati hoon aap dono tab tak baatein kariye.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shipra
went pass Shruti saying so. Abhi had stopped laughing but didn’t look
at Shruti, Shruti was also silent. She walked in and placed the glass on
the bedside table and then unexpectedly …</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “aapse ek baat poochoin Shruti?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti
didn’t expect Abhi to speak and she actually feared him asking her
about her unusual behaviour on the day he went to Pune. Well, she knew
that she was in trouble but inspite of wanting to get out of it, she
couldn’t and if Abhi would suspect her, things would get just worse. So
she decided to face it. She nodded.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “Aap aur Viren ek doosre ko kab se jaante the?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “7 saal se zyada ho gaye hain. Hum pehle Bhopal mein mile the.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “aap Bhopal mein thi? Kya karti thi aap wahan?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “kya yeh bhi aapki investigation ka hissa hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
– “dekhiye Shruti ji main jaanta hoon aapko ajeeb lag raha hoga par ab
mujhe yakeen hai ki Viren ka khoon hua hai jisse accident dikhaya gaya
hai aur main apne dost ke liye kuch karna chahta hoon…jismein mujhe
aapki madad chahiye hogi.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “Viren ka kisi ne khoon nahi
kiya hai, maine khud investigation dekhi hai. Accident tha, aap apne aap
ko kyun pareshan kar rahe hain?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shipra had come by now…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shipra – “kyunki CID officers ki toh yahi nishani hai…choti choti baatoin par pareshan ho jaate hain.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “choti choti baatein hi aage chalke badi surkhiya jo banti hain.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shipra – “acha ab aap pareshani chodo aur so jaayiye, warna kal subah aapko office mein der se pahunchne par pareshani hogi.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “arre haan, main toh bhool hi gaya, kal subah ACP sir ne jaldi bulaya hai toh kaki se kehna mere liye naashta na banaye.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shipra
– “naasta kyun nahi karenge? Aap boliye aapko naasta kab chahiye, tab
milega par naasta khaaye begair bahar jaana mana hai..”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “par…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shipra – “subah 5 baje ke baad naasta tyaar milega, khabardaar bina khaaye gaye…good night.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">She
didn’t wait to listen to anything. Saying so, she pulled Shruti out of
the room. Poor dear Abhi couldn’t do anything much than stare at her
leave and smile… Meanwhile Shruti didn’t liked being pulled out as she
smelled something fishy about Shipra and she too guessed something messy
between Shipra and Abhi which of course she didn’t herself like. Well
not out of jealousy, but if Shipra went close to Abhi, this could create
problems for Shruti in future…which wouldn’t be good. Shipra let go of
her hand as soon as they were entering the room they shared. Shruti’s
daughter (Pinky) was already fast asleep in the middle and Shipra took a
novel from her bag and began reading it while Shruti went down to wind
up the kitchen.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet couldn’t sleep. It was a
restless night for him…Viren was someone keeping him from everything
else at the moment. Giving up the idea to get sleep this night, Abhi
went to the study and opened his computer and searched about Viren in
the CID records and all places that he thought of… tired, unknowingly,
he fell asleep there on the table.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And suddenly he woke with a
jerk…it was late in night and Abhi recalled that he slept here for
pretty long…however some noise woke him…someone was moving in the
house…he walked out into the hall, it was 2 in the night…he heard
someone dialing a number of a cell phone but it was impossible to guess
who?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “kaun hai wahan?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">No
reply…but as he turned to see the other way, there was some moment on
his back side and some magazines kept on a table had fallen. He went to
pick them up…and while doing so, the lights were switched on… Both
Shruti and Shipra heard Abhi calling someone and they came to see the
matter. Shruti seemed dizzy however Shipra was pretty awake and alert…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shipra – “kya hua?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “Yahan koi tha…phone pe number mila raha tha…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “par yahan humare alawa koi nahi hai. Kaun milayega?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “wahi toh dekh raha hoon…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shipra moved ahead wanting to come to help Abhijeet…but he saw her and</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “rehene do…koi nahi dikhta…shayad mujhe aise hi laga…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shipra – “CID officers ko sapno mein jeene ki aadat nahi hoti”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “par takte toh hain na…aap dono so jaayiye…kuch nahi hai…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Saying
so, Abhi went to his room…and Shruti and Shipra switched off the light
and went to theirs…Abhi knew that he did hear someone but who…possibly
Shruti…but it was all so confusing and he hated to leave the
investigation and go off but he couldn’t have done anything else either…</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj was fast asleep in the CID restrooms when his cell
phone rang. It was 3 in the night and there was no one in the world he
expected him to be called from. He picked up the phone and no sooner
than in 5 minutes, he was wide awake.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">It was Gangu, the informer
from Pune on line…He informed that Ayush, Rajeev’s informant working in
the resort was none other than Viren…and he is alive somewhere in Mumbai
and also the master mind of the robbery is in Mumbai as his one of very
important plans were failing… Gangu himself had come to Mumbai to seek
shelter and help CID as the master mind somehow knew about him and came
for him…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj dressed up quickly and went to
meet Gangu in the CID office where ACP Prithviraj had asked Gangu to
come as there Gangu would be safe.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">In CID office,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj, Gangu and ACP Pradyuman were there…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “shuru se batao kya hua Gangu…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Gangu
– “saab unke giro mein kisi ko pata chal gaya ki apun aapki madad
karela hai…ekdum ich subah subah meri basti mein bulldozer chalwa
diya…hazaroin log beghar ho gaye…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “par pata kaise chala kisi bahar wale ko?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “sir wohh maine bataya tha na aapko ki landline mein ek speaker laga tha…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “yani ki CID office ke andar ka hi koi hai…wohh mike toh itni power ka tha hi nahi ki zyada door tak kuch bhi sunaye…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “tum aage bolo Gangu…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Gangu
– “saab phir kuch aur hua…apun ko sahich toh nahi maloom par koi ladki
hai shayad jo ya toh khatre mein hai ya unke liye khatra ban rahi
hai…aur wohh yahan Mumbai mein hai…isiliye uska kaam tamaam karne ko
wohh master mind yahinch aayela hai…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “par tumhe yeh kaise
pata?”Gangu – “saab jab humle badh gaye…toh apun socha ki main saab ko
sab bata doon…maine wahan Puna ke CID office phone lagaya par wohh bola
ki saab mumbai mein hain…main rukha kuch ghante par wahan toh log aate
jaate khule goliyaan chala rahe hain…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “daro mat Gangu…tum yahan surakshit ho…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Gangu
– “saab apni jaan ka khatra nahi hai…par wohh goliyaan apne liye apne
bhai log kha rahe hain…aur apan ko bardast nahi hai ki kisi bhi masoom
ka khoon bahe…isiliye apun ne soch liya ki saab ko dhoondke kaise bhi
unki madad karni hai…jisne apne bhai – beheno pe goliyaan chaliye…usse
chain se nahi baithne dena…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “bahut ache
Gangu…tum chinta mat karo…hum apni poori koshish karenge… acha par yeh
batao ki tum Ayush ke bare mein kya keh rahe the?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Ayush wohh Rajeev ka informer jiski achanak road accident mein maut ho gayi??”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Gangu
– “saab wohh marela nahi hai…uska kuch bada jhol hai…wohhich Viren
hai…jisko Abhijeet saab dhoond rele hain…Wohh naam badal ke us resort
mein kaam karta tha…par uska chakkar kuch aur tha…wohh bhi suna hai
yahin dekha gaya hai…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Just as Gangu was speaking this, Pratap and Vivek came in…both of them were called to go with Gangu to investigate…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP
– “Gangu, ye Vivek aur Pratap, yeh tumhare saath jaayenge…tum bahut
kuch jaante ho aur main chahta hoon ki tum sahi tareeke se humari madad
karo…tabhi hum tumhari madad kar paayenge…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Gangu – “kya saab kitna shaq karte ho Gangu pe”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP
Prithviraj – “nahi aisi baat nahi hai Gangu…hume tumpar vishwas hai…par
haan hoshyaar rehna…Vivek, Pratap…tum dono dhyaan rakhna…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vivek – “Yes sir”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Pratap
– “par sir jaa kahan rahe hain?”ACP – “jitne choro ko pakda hai is
chori mein shamil hone ke liye…Gangu unse baat karega…unse shayad pata
chale ki kaun ye sab karwa raha hai…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vivek and Pratap nodded and left with Gangu…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “koi hai…jo humare har kadam ko soongh sakta hai…humme se hi koi hai…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “par sir hum mein se?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “haan…hum mein se…sabko bulao yahan…fauran…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">An hour later,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi,
Daya and Freddie were standing outside ACP’s cabin…discussing as to
what could have happened that they were called at 5 in the morning…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Freddie – “zaroor kahin aag lagi hogi”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “Freddie agar aag lagi hai toh sir fire brigade ko bulayenge…hume kyun?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “aur sir pareshaan lag rahe hain…baat kuch aur hi hai”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “pareshan toh tum bhi lag rahe ho Abhijeet…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
walked a little distance away and Daya followed him…Abhi told Daya how
he heard something and all about him being suspicious of some spy…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “kahin wohh Shruti…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “mujhe nahi pata Daya…samajh mein hi nahi aa raha hai ki ho kya raha hai”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “ACP sir se baat karke dekho…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And just then ACP and ACP Prithviraj came out of ACP’s office…along with Sheetal and Vaibhav.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “sir baat kya hai? Kya hua?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Daya samaan bandho…hume abhi nikalna hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Freddie – “Abhi? Par kahan ke liye?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Pune”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Freddie – “par sir abhi kaise jaa sakte hain…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Freddie sawal kam kaam zyada…dekho ab hum bahut der chup nahi reh sakte…jaldi kuch karna hoga..”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “sir par hua kya?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP
got angry and showed Daya a paper he was holding. It was a fax on which
read ‘Apne officers ko rok lo warna khoon ki holi manegi. Kyun kuch
zewaroin ke liye kisi ki jaan gavate ho?’ Below that was the picture of a
small child all tied…Daya was shocked to read it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj –
“yeh head quarters se aaya hai. Ek choti bache ka apharan ho gaya
hai…aur jisne bhi yeh kiya hai, wohh nahi chahta ki hum iss chori ke
case ko suljhayein”</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">In Abhi’s house,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi entered like a storm…the air was still
heavy and sleepy but he didn’t have time to waste. Everyone had already
left for Pune. He was to leave late as he had to take Shipra along and
it would have had been bad to not give her time to pack properly and so
he had told others to go while he shall catch up with them within an
hour. ACP had asked him to hence drop at everyone’s place and pick their
things too…he had done that and now he was at his place to take his and
pick Shipra.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shipra was in the hall waiting for Abhi…Abhi had
mysteriously called and asked her to pack her bags quickly…Shruti was in
the kitchen.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shipra – “kya hua?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “aapne abhi tak samaan nahi pack kiya?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shipra – “nahi…hua –“</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “humare paas time nahi hai…mujhe jald se jald Pune jaana hai aur aap saath chal rahi hain.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shipra – “par hua kya?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi told her everything and showed her the fax copy.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “ab chalein yaa abhi bhi behas karni hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shipra – “main abhi nahi chal rahi hoon.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “kya matlab hai aapka?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shipra
– “main yahan jis kaam ke liye aayi hoon wohh poora nahi hua hai…aur
main usse kiye bagair nahi jaaungi…aur wahan kyun jaaun jab itna khatra
hai aur mere upar already humle ho chuke hain”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shipra
took a long time to complete the sentence and it looked as though she
was making it in the very minute. And it was very weird of her to say
this but Abhi knew he couldn’t stop regardless of anything…he had to go
to Pune without delay…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “par aap yaha…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shipra – “main yahan theek hoon…mujhe kya hoga…haan bas aapko toh koi problem nahi hai na mere yahan rukne se?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “nahi ruko…par mujhe jaana hoga.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shipra – “aapka samaan thoda pack kiya hai…baaki aap dekh lijiye…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
smiled and left for his room. When he came down 5 minutes later with
his bag and everything else, Shruti was too there in the drawing but
very odd just like the last time Abhi had gone to Mumbai. She had a
tiffin packed and handed it to him.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “main aap
par koi cheez lagoo toh nahi kar sakti par agar aap meri baat sunein toh
yeh case chod dijiye…ismein sirf khatra hai aur kisi ka faayda nahi
hoga”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “Shruti aap agar kuch jaanti hain toh please bataiye…isse ho sakta hai Viren ke bare mein aur pata chale.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “Viren mar chukka hai…aap is baat ko jitna jaldi maan lo utna acha hai”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “Viren mara nahi hai…maine dekha hai usse”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi actually shouted the last sentence without meaning to…Shruti was almost in tears…Abhi realised that he indeed was loud.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
– “I…I am Sorry…par dekhiye Shruti Viren zinda hai…yeh sirf main nahi
aur log bhi keh rahe hain.”Shruti – “mujhe kisi se matlab nahi
hai..bahut mushkil se maine zindagi ko sameta hai…aap kyun isse bikherne
pe lage hain?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “Viren kisi musibat mein hai..kya main dost ke naate madad bhi na karun?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shipra
– “shayad mujhe aapko samjhane ki zaroorat nahi hai ki kaun kiska kaisa
dost hai? Bewajah jaan daav pe lagana bewakoofi nahi hogi? Main sirf
aapse kehna chahti hoon ki jo aap kar rahe hain…usse na karein…kisi ka
faayda nahi hai usmein.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Just then before Abhi could
reply, Shipra entered. She was waiting for Abhi besides the car and now
when he didn’t come out for long, she came to see…Shruti fell silent in
front of her and just turned away from Abhi…wiping a few tears rolling
down her cheek…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shipra – “arre kya hua? Ab aapko jaldi nahi hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi didn’t speak anything…he went out and away without another look backwards. Shipra saw him off and then went for a stroll…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">In the car,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi got a call from Daya.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “kahan ho boss?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “haan nikal gaya hoon…abhi abhi nikla hoon…zyada der nahi lagni chahiye…abhi toh subah hi hai…traffic nahi hoga zyada”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">After
a small conversation, Abhi cut the phone…he was very disturbed…there
was certainly something important Shruti knew about this case and Viren
as well (now that they seemed connected) and she was hiding it…which was
something very peculiar…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">A few hours later…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
wasn’t correct about the traffic…he was stuck in a jam for 3 hours and
whereas he was just a few kilometers outside Mumbai. He was cursing this
and worried about not being able to reach Pune on time…Daya and others
had reached there and continued the investigation. Just then Abhi got a
call on his phone…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">It was Shipra on the phone. She said that Kaki
had got a heart attack and was serious in the hospital and that Abhi
should come back if he could…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi banged his hands on
the steering wheel…he had to reach Pune to help CID and also investigate
about Viren but he couldn’t leave Kaki to two strangers…whatever the
fact maybe, Kaki had taken care of Abhi for years and now that she
needed him, he should be there and it was a fact that however long
Shruti and Shipra were in his house but they were ultimately strangers
and he couldn’t leave Kaki to them… so thinking it with heart…he took
the next U turn and went back to Mumbai…he called ACP on the way and
informed….ACP was not happy ofcourse but he did stick with Abhi’s
decision to attend Kaki first.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">In the hospital,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi rushes towards the reception, there Shipra is there depositing money.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “kaki kahan hain?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shipra – “ICU mein…fauran ilaaj shuru kar rahe hain”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “ruko main dekhta hoon…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shipra – “kya farak pad raha hai abhi…aap jao wahan doctor se Shruti baat kar rahi hain…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Well
there wasn’t much to tell about hospital now…Kaki had just for a heart
attack and had to be taken to ICU immediately but ultimately she was
fine…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Same evening, in the hospital.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti and
her daughter have gone home…as a child shouldn’t be at hospital…Abhi is
tensed still…Shipra is now chilled as doctors have said nothing to
worry…she gets them both some coffee…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shipra – “coffee”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “thanks”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shipra – “maine nahi banayi…machine se lekar aayi hoon”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “coffee lane ke liye bhi aur…kaki ko yahan lane ke liye.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shipra – “toh kya sirf aapka haq hai doosroin ki madad karna…thodi maine bhi kar dee”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “par hua kya?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shipra
– “pata nahi…jab main jog karke wapis aayi…toh Shruti apne kamre mein
thi…bahar sab kuch normal tha…aur kaki thodi der mein aayi bas…main
newspaper padh rahi thi jab kitchen se aawaz aayi…dekha kaki dard ke
mare gir gayi hain…Shruti ko bulaya…bas phir kaki ko yahan le aaye aur
aapko phone kar diya.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Late night,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
decided to stay in the hospital at night while Shipra would go home and
rest…so for that Abhi decided to go home and collect a few things and
in that time even Shipra was at home…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">At home,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
couldn’t find his file that he had brought along which contained papers
about the case…he remembered keeping them in the hall when he had
come…they were important the thought of loosing them was dreadful…he
thought probably Shruti kept them somewhere…so he went into her room to
ask her…the door was closed…he knocked and then entered…Shruti was
sitting on the bed with something in her hands that Abhi couldn’t see
and she looked as though she had been crying…Abhi felt awkward entering
and so he left…just a few paces after, he met Shipra who was holding a
file and trying to find out what it was…it was the same file Abhi was
looking for…and seeing it with Shipra was weird…why would she want to
look into the file?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “ye file…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shipra – “pata nahi yahi table par rakhi thi…main dekh rahi thi ki kya hai…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “office ki hai…main isi ko toh dhoondh raha tha”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shipra – “mil gayi na…ab jaldi se khana kha lijiye…phir aapko hospital bhi toh jaana hai”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
took the file from Shipra and went with her to the dining table. Shipra
went to the kitchen to serve him supper while Abhi saw that everything
he needed was put in the bag including the file as it wasn’t safe to
leave it at home… and while doing so, he heard a scream from upstairs…it
was Shruti…Abhi rushed to help… and he saw that there was a knife
covered with blood lying in front of her and an apple was lying on a
little distance. Shipra had also come to see the matter….</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti
said that she put the knife inside the apple and when pulled it out, it
was in blood and she got scared… The air got tensed. Abhi wanted to
forget all this as soon as he could as now vague thoughts started
capturing his mind.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">In Pune,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">CID had
done quite a large amount work for a day. On reaching there, they found
that Pune was seriously terrorized. There had been several attacks and
small blasts in slums and several were injured. They all set to work
immediately. Daya and Freddie went to the slum area. The people were
very keen on helping as they knew that Gangu trusted the CID and so they
too trusted them. With their help, Daya and Freddie along with a few
local cops caught many small merchants and traders who were involved in
the blasts or the stealing. They all said that they were given money to
transfer either the jewellery or the money from one place to other and
all the money was to be given to Birju or the jewellery was sent to them
by Birju. On further investigation, they got to know that Birju was
Gangu’s cousin brother but the two weren’t on talking terms as Birju had
joined hands with the bad and he had sold some property belonging to
poor to the rich and since then they were both rivals.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Laxmi, Gangu’s wife told CID all about Birju… she was too in threat and so she was brought to the CID office.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">In the interrogation room,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “Laxmi ek baar phir socho aur batao jo kuch bhi tum Birju ke bare mein bata sakti ho.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Laxmi – “saab main batayi na aap logoin ko jo bhi main jaanti thi”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP
– “Laxmi dekho shayad yehi Birju Gangu ke upar humle karwa raha hai,
isiliye socho ho sakta hai kuch ho jo tumhe abhi yaad naa aa raha ho”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Laxmi
– “saab main Birju ko zyada nahi jaanti…sirf 2 –3 ich baar dekheli hai
main usko. Wohh apne baap ke ghar mein rehta hai aur saare galat kaam
karta hai par Police saab usse kuch nahi bolti…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj –
“aisa kyun?”Laxmi – “saab uske paas bahut paisa hai…sab galat kaam karke
kamaila hai wohh…ab jiske paas paisa hoinga, uska toh –“</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Both the ACP’s fell silent as they knew this was truth besides being disgusting.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Meanwhile,
Freddie and Daya were on Birju’s trail. Freddie had gone to check one
part while Daya other… Daya was sure that he had got the correct
address. He had a few CID Pune officers with them and together they
slowly moved towards Birju’s house. As they came in front of the house,
Daya signaled the other men to take positions and himself broke the
door. All of them had their guns ready as they entered the house. It was
empty. Birju had escaped already… Daya and Freddie checked for anything
they could find but nothing much. It was small, untidy house. The
cupboards had nothing more than a few clothes.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “lagta hai bhaag gaya.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Freddie – “par sir kahan gaya hoga?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “pata nahi. Par usse dhoondhna hoga Freddie.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya
asks the Pune CID officers to check everything thoroughly in the house
and get anything they think as evidence to the bureau. Fredddie and Daya
left to report to ACP.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">In the Pune office,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “bahut bada jhol hai Daya…bahut bada.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “sir ab kya karein?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “maar do sabko.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “kya sir?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “haan Daya…maar do sabko.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya,
Freddie, Vaibhav, Sheetal and ACP Prithviraj, all had disguised
themselves and started living in slums. ACP had ordered them to shoot
anyone causing any kind of terror. They were there for the whole night.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Things
had gone from bad to worse. Daya, Sheetal and ACP Prithviraj were in
Gangu’s area to protect the people there along with a 4 – 5 more people
while Vaibhav, Freddie and ACP were keeping an eye on Birju’s house.
There was no violence that night but late after midnight, a car stopped
outside Birju’s flat and two people wearing masks, entered his house.
ACP and Freddie entered the house with guns raised while Vaibhav covered
for them.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The two men carried 50,000 rs with them and were placing it in the
cupboard. They had guns as well. They fought hard but in the end, were
injured. Daya, Sheetal and ACP Prithviraj also had come here.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">One
of the two men, was scared but the other still refused to speak
anything. So CID made them both sit away, inorder to get confession out
of atleast one.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">With the scared one,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “bolo kya kar rahe the Birju ke ghar?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Man 1 – “bola na paise rekhne aaye the”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “kisne diye paise?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Man 1 – “mujhe nahi pata.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “toh unhe Birju ke ghar kyun rakhne aaye?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">He doesn’t reply anything. He is just joing hands and crying.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Daya lagta hai isne suna nahi…sunao toh zara isse”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Meanwhile, with the other man -></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vaibhav – “dekho tumhe saza se hum bacha sakte hain agar tum humari madad karo.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “CID tumhara bhala hi chahti hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Man 2 – “CID…” thoo (spits of the floor)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vaibhav gets real angry and slaps this person and this person starts fighting back.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">With man 1,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “bologe ab bhi ya nahi?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Man 1 – “rukho saab batata hoon…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “haan ab kuch acha sunai aa raha hai”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Man 1 – “who paise Birju ke hain. Usne humse kaha unhe uske ghar mein rakhne ko”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya and ACP look at each other.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “par Birju hai kahan?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Man 1 – “Biru bade saab ke saath Bambai gaya hai…wahan usse kuch kaam karne ko bola hai. Ye ussi ke paise hain”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “ye bade saab kaun hain?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Before
this man could say anything, they hear the fighting between the other
man and Vaibhav. ACP Prithviraj was trying to stop the fight as much as
he could but Vaibhav and the man were too hard on each other. Daya
immediately ran there to help Vaibhav but before he reached the other
man, had snatched Vaibhav’s gun. He was now holding it, pointing it
towards ACP Prithviraj.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Man 2 – “hat jao warna tumhare ACP ki khopdi khol ke rakh dunga”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “Dekho gun niche rakh do…tum yahan se bhaag nahi sakte”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Man 2 – “bhaagna chahta kyun hai? Humare khool mein wafaadari ka namak hai. Ya Khuda”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Saying so, he fired first Man 1 right on forehead and then killed himself as well. Both of them were dead on the spot.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Mumbai mein zaroor kuch gadbad hai. Daya Vivek ko fauran phone karo. Lagta hai is kahani ka ant wahan hi hoga.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet
was really tensed as he drove to Pune the next morning. Kaki was fine
now and her daughter Krishna had come and right now she was with her.
What really tensed Abhi was the two Shruti at his house. Shruti. Viren’s
wife, seemed to be knowing something that scared her to life but she
wont tell and Shruti, Viren’s sister, Abhi didn’t trust her anymore. He
had been very much mistaken to bring her to his house. She certainly had
her plans but now he didn’t have time to know them, there was something
of much more importance for him. However, he couldn’t forget how
suddenly she met him and she was the one whom they were searching. She
readily agreed to come to Mumbai and agreed even to stay in his own
house when he was a stranger. Then in the night when he heard some
noises, Shruti was again out of bed. In the morning, she was checking
his file… All this was odd. The file – he thought. He hadn’t seen if
there was anything missing. He took it and checked…and indeed he was
correct. The fax from the headquarters was missing.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi banged
his fists and said “shit” … Shipra was indeed a spy then. He had to
inform ACP sir anyhow. He dialed but the number was not answering. What
should he do? He decided to go to Pune and try to call ACP after
sometime.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">He tried everything, but tension won’t go off
hid brain. How could he have failed to recognize a spy. More
importantly, where was this going? He intended to only trace Viren and
now all this. Where had he ended up…? There certainly was some
connection between the two cases and his house was certainly a target.
He thought to dial to ACP but just as he picked his phone to dial, he
got a call. He picked up…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Krishna – “Hello. Abhijeet sir?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “haan main bol raha hoon”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Krishna – “sir main Krishna bol rahi hoon. Aap jahan bhi hain fauran ghar chale aayiye”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
got real tensed. Why would Krishna (Kaki’s daughter) call him. She
sounded rather serious. He stopped the car on side and then talked.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “Krishna, kya baat hai? Kaki theek toh hai na? Tum itni gabhrayi hui kyun ho?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Krishna – “sir, maa bilkul theek hain.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “toh phir baat kya hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Somewhere
deep inside he had an instinct that what was coming was somehow related
to Shruti and Shipra… something had happened. He just knew it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Krishna
– “sir main aapke ghar aayi thi, maa ki kuch dawai lene aur maine dekha
ki andar Shipra didi ne Shruti didi par gun tan rakhi hai. Mujhe bahut
darr lag raha hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Hell! Abhi thought. He was so
right. Shipra wasn’t Viren’s sister. She was just an imposter – a spy.
He didn’t know how to react.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “suno, Krishna. Tum wahan se chali jao. Main kuch karta hoon aur haan kisi ko iske bare mein kuch nahi kehna”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">He hung up saying so. Blunder…how could he have done it? And just then he got another call from a private number.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Voice – “Kyun Senior Inspector Abhijeet…kya haal – chaal hain aapke?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “maaf kijiye par kya main aapko jaanta hoon?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Voice – “aap hum jaise chote logoin ko chahe na jaane ya na pehchaane par aapko kaun nahi jaanta?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “dekhiye mujhe zaroori kaam hai. Agar koi baat hai toh batayi warna –“</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Voice – “kaam toh bahut hai aapke paas par shayad ye sunkar aap humare liye thoda waqt nikaal sake…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And then Abhi hears a child scream in pain. Then a woman pleading to leave her daughter. It was Shruti and Pinky.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “pinky???”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Voice – “arre wah…bahut kam dino mein bahut zyada jaan pehchaan nahi ho gayi hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “saaf saaf bolo kya chahte ho?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Voice
– “haan ab jaakar thode pate ki baat ki hai aapne. Main chahta hoon ki
aapke baaki saathi fauran se Pune chod de. Wahan jo jaisa hai, usse ussi
haal mein chod aaye. Yahan wohh us chori ka aur aap apne dost Viren ka
case band kar de.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “isse tumhe kya milega? Kaun ho tum?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Voice
– “jab koi bol raha ho…toh beech mein nahi bolte…itna bhi nahi pata
aapko…meri baat abhi khatam nahi hui hai…uske baad main chahta hoon ki
tum akele Mumbai – Pune Highway par Bhatia constructions ki building
mein aa jao. Building under construction hai…par haan akele hi aana,
bina kisi gun ya kisi saathi ke…agar tum inko zinda dekhna chahte ho…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “hello?? Hello??”</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The man hung up. Abhi tried calling back, but the number was now
switched off. He called ACP and this time ACP picked up… Abhi told ACP
all about his suspicions, Krishna’s call and then this call…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP
– “Abhijeet, main Vivek ko phone kar deta hoon. Wohh jaakar fauran
tumhare ghar mein chaan been shuru kar dega. Hum log bhi Pune se chal
rahe hain, tum humse Mumbai – Pune highway par Pune resort par milo.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet
was just five minutes drive away from the place ACP had called him to.
He waited there impatiently, thinking over and over about the things.
How couldn’t he figure out that a girl who met him a day, agreed to stay
in his house after knowing him for just two days. He always thought
that there was something fake about her but he never took it seriously…
actually it was how friendly she was that he never doubted her but he
should have had been careful… he was already once betrayed by a friend.
Was really Viren a fraud? Maybe Shipra had planned it all…and now Shruti
and Pinky were in danger… he had to help them what so ever…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">It was for not another 40 minutes when the CID team finally arrived. Abhijeet recited the whole story to all of them.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “sir par mujhe nahi lagta ki Shruti, Viren ki behen ne ye kiya hai”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP
– “Prithviraj jo kuch hua hai us sab ke hisaab se toh shaq ussi par
jaata hai par Abhijeet, tumhe kya ho gaya tha? Tum usse apne ghar mein
rakhne ke liye maan kaise gaye?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi was quiet. He knew he was at fault here.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Just
then ACP gets a call from Pratap. He tells that they had properly
scanned Abhijeet’s house. It was in perfectly nice condition except some
struggle marks in the hall. They also found the fax of the kidnapped
child from Shruti’s room and it was wet.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “sir ab kya karna hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “karna kya hai…Abhijeet ko us under construction building mein jana hoga”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “par sir Abhijeet akele…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “hum sab chalenge Prithviraj.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet
was standing in front of the under construction building. It was just a
little after noon. He was trying to calm himself as he entered. He had
left his gun with Daya safely but carried small transmitters in his
batch and shoes as well. The others would be nearby and it was planned
that when Abhijeet felt it fine, he would throw one transmitter away.
When the two transmitters would go far from one another, it was the
signal for when the others were to join in… Till then, ACP had called
Freddie, Pratap, Vivek and more CID officers from both Pune and Mumbai.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet
turned back, he could see Daya across the road, disguised wishing him
luck. It took Abhi some courage to accept the truth and then he entered.
There was a watchman outside the building, who asked Abhijeet to show
his batch. The watchman searched Abhi for any weapon and only then
allowed him inside.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The building was divided into 3 phases and was
also several storied. As he entered the first phase, he stood in a
verandah type of place with walls all around. There were four men with
guns.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet said his name and just then walkie – talkie of one of the men rang.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Man – “Yes Boss?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Voice – “Abhijeet sahab ko ba-izzat lekar aana. Dekhna unhe koi takleef na ho”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Man – “ji boss”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">It was the same voice who had called Abhijeet…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Voice
– “aur haan Abhijeet sir ke jhoote utarwa lena. Itni der se unhe pehne
pehne wohh thak gaye honge. Main unhe takleef nahi dena chahta aur na
chahta hoon ki jhoote mein chupe transmitter se CID hum tak pahunch
sake”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">How could this man know about the transmitter?
Abhi thought. Who was this man who had almost all the knowledge about
CID. And if the transmitter went far away from the other, ACP and the
others outside will think it’s the signal to enter. It will ruin
everything…but to his surprise, the man took off the shoes but carried
them along.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya outside saw the two transmitters were no longer in one line but they were almost together.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vaibhav – “sir lagta hai ye signal tha”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “par Abhijeet ne joote ko door kyun nahi kiya…yeh toh lagta hai uske haath mein hai”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “sir zaroor unhe pata hoga transmitter ke bare mein. Jo insaan CID ki har khabar rakhta hai, usko shayad pata ho”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “haan par ab kya karein?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “thoda intezaar karte hain. Abhijeet ko apna kaam bakhub hi aata hai”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Inside,
Abhijeet was now alone with this man who took him up the stairs into a
room where two men were there. They checked Abhijeet first and then
allowed him ahead. Just then, the man’s walkie – talkie rang again. It
was a lady this time.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Lady – “Abhijeet ko abhi kisi
kamre mein band kar do. Tum uske saath wahin rehna. Yahan aane ki
zaroorat nahi hai. Aur dekhna wohh koi awaz na kare”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Next
thing Abhijeet knew was that his head was hit with something hard. The
pain was unbearable and a person forcefully tied his hands behind his
band. Another person closed his mouth with a tape. He remembered falling
on the cold floor… wishing there was a way of contacting his team
outside…and then all blackness surrounded him and he lost conscious.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Where was he? Abhi thought…this was a complete dark room. He couldn’t
see anything either. Was it dark outside? For how many hours was he
unconscious? He checked for his badge, thank God, it was there. CID can
still trace him… he tried to get up… ouch it hurt. His leg… he touched
it… it had been bleeding and his head still ached. He was however no
longer tied and neither his mouth was closed. Abhi found a wall and sat
with support. After a few minutes when he thought he could now bear the
pain, he got up and searched for any kind of exit. He found a flap…yes…
he opened the bolts and then the flap… It was a window… too small for
even a child to pass through and was also barred but at least now he
could see something.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">He was lying in a room with no furniture.
Indeed the walls didn’t even have paint on them… they were dirty. The
door was in the opposite side but it would be shut, he assumed. He could
see the road outside. The window was facing a road… it had to be a city
as the traffic was on. How could Abhi call to anyone to help… and then
he remembered… these people had held hostages… he needed to rescue them.
So Abhi, took his badge and threw it out of the window, in hope the
others can find it. Then he turned towards the door, he needed to
escape.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Meanwhile,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “sir Abhijeet ke transmitter se signals mil rahe hain…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “kahan hai Abhijeet…dekho zara Vivek”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vivek took the computer at once and started trying to locate it…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vivek – “Yahin paas mein sir. Zyada door nahi hai… par…nahi”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “kya hua Vivek?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vivek – “sir ab signals nahi mil rahe”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya
– “Lagta hai Abhijeet kisi aisi building mein hai jis mein se signals
transmit hone mein mushkil hoti hogi…thodi der ko hi wohh bahar aaya
hoga…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “kya tum us jagah ko dhoondh sakte ho?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vivek – “ji sir…isme wohh location record ho gayi hai…main bas ek minute mein batata hoon”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “jaldi chalo Daya” He then whispered to himself “bas Abhijeet theek ho!”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet
tried all he could to open the door but it wont open. He even tried
banging it but none came to help him neither was there any sound coming
from outside. Maybe they locked him someone isolated and ran away. But
where exactly was he? This wasn’t certainly the building he had come to…
Abhi ran to the window to see if he can figure something out from the
road…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi was staring at the road, when he heard some noise
outside the door… there was a click, a door was being opened… and then
the door was unbolt and then it opened… he couldn’t make out who was it…
the figure was in complete shadows. There was no light outside the door
as well…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi stepped a little forward…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “kaun hai…kaun ho tum? Aur main kaha hoon?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The
figure didn’t say anything but quickly came inside and shut the door
behind. For probably the first time in Abhi’s whole career, Abhi felt a
little nervous. He had no clue where he was… he had no weapon… his
friends didn’t know where he was... he has someone to protect and
whereas he himself was in danger… for a moment, he felt miserable… Once
before, only once before, Abhi had felt the same… when he was found by
the CID team in a car, hurt. He then had no clue of anything. The time
when he had lost his memory but that time, his friends were there for
him. Today, once again he was totally clueless and this time even alone…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “Kaun ho tum? Kya chahte ho… bolte kyun nahi?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">No reply, but then 2 hands searched him and closed his mouth. This was a girl…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Girl – “shhh…shor mat kijiye…koi aa jaayega”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi knew this voice… it was Shruti – Viren’s sister. She struggled in darkness to find something…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “tum?…main jaanta hoon tum koi journalist nahi ho…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi’s
statement broke off as suddenly something clicked and light spread in
the room. Shruti was there behind him holding a torch in one hand and a
gun in other…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “haan main par –“</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti couldn’t complete her statement as Abhi snatched her gun by then and was now pointing it on her.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “Abhijeet, ye aap kya kar rahe hain?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “chalo…naatak band…batao Shruti ji aur Pinky kahan hain?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “Abhijeet, baat suniye…ye aap-“</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “tumne Shruti aur Pinky ko kidnap kiya na.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “main aisa kyun karungi?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
– “kyunki tum in sab se mili hui ho… achanak se tumhara mujhse milna,
tumpar hamle, Mumbai aana…sab naatak tha… ye sab kis liye? Batao…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “haan ye sab naatak tha…mera aapse milna zaroori tha isiliye hum mile…par main in logoin ke saath nahi hoon”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “mujhe tumpar bharosa nahi… mujhe dosti par hi bharosa nahi”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Just then the door opened and Shruti (Viren’s wife) came in.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “aisa mat kahiye Abhijeet ji. Shruti sach keh rahi hain.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “aap theek toh hain na Shruti ji…aur Pinky kaisi hai? Aur…aapko kaise pata ki ye Shipra nahi Shruti hain?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “yahan se chaliye…main aapko sab batati hoon…par yahan nahi.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti
led them through a series of dark corridors. This was an unoccupied
building which seemed to be built for a series of offices as there were
several corridors and several rooms branched to each corridor.
Eventually they had to hide from some patrolling people. After some five
minutes, they reached a room in the far end. Shruti gestured them
inside and went after them herself.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi still had his gun pointing towards Shruti (Viren’s sister) but she seemed relaxed. Shruti entered inside and -></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “mera naam Shruti nahi hai. Main Anjali hoon… CID inspector Rajeev ki patni”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet’s hand was now down and so was his jaw in amazement.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Anjali
– “main aapko sab pehle bata dena chahti thi par mera beta Ajay, in
logoin ke paas hai. Meri behen, Kanya aur uska pati, un dono ne ye chori
kari. Jab Rajeev is case ki investigation kar rahe the, toh Kanya unki
assistant thi. Kanya ka pati, Rajeev ka informer ban gaya aur kahin se
wohh aisi khabarein deta jo sab sach nikalti. Ek din Rajeev ne Kanya ko
usse baat karte dekha aur unhe shaq ho gaya. Unhone inka peecha kiya aur
unhe pata chala ki saari chori in dono ne hi ki hai. Rajeev ne case ki
file mein sab likh diya aur file mere paas ghar chod gaye aur khud agle
din unhone in dono ko pakadne ka socha… par wahan in logoin ne Rajeev ko
maar diya”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi was in total shock. What exactly was happening? He must be dreaming…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Anjali
– “us raat Kanya humare ghar aayi aur Ajay, Pinky aur mujhe apne saath
le gayi. In logoin ne Rajeev ko baandh rakha tha ki wohh file band karne
ko maan jaaye warna ye hume maar denge. Rajeev nahi maane, isiliye in
logoin ne Rajeev ko maar diya. Baad mein, in logoin ne Ajay ko agwa kar
liya. Unhone mujhse bola ki agar main Ajay ko Rajeev ki tarah khona nahi
chahti toh main wohh file inhe de doon aur khud Viren ki patni banker
aapke ghar chali jaun. In logoin ne hi mujhe kaha ki main aapse kahun ki
Viren mar chuka hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">So indeed Viren was somewhere
related to this case…but Abhi still couldn’t see where? But it was like
Shruti (Viren’s sister) understood his brain</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “Viren hi Kanya ka pati yani ki is sab ke peeche hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “ye nahi ho sakta”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Anjali – “ye sach hai Abhijeet ji. Viren aapka dost kabhi nahi tha. Wohh sirf aapse matlab nikaal raha tha.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti
– “aaj aapke jaane ke baad, jab main upar kamre mein gayi toh Anjali us
fax ko pakde ro rahi thi. Us fax par Ajay ki tasveer hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet hadn’t really come up a shock but he knew better not to fall into another trap.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “tum kaun ho?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “main?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">He again had his gun towards her…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “haan tum…is sab mein tum kaisi aayi?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “Abhijeet main aapko nahi bata sakti. Aap sirf kuch der ke liye maan lijiye ki main dost hoon. Main aapke saath hoon”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “kaun ho tum?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Anjali – “Abhijeet ji, ye Viren ki behen hai. Sach mein, par ye humare saath hai. Viren ne toh inhe aapke ghar se agwa kiya tha”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “wohh sab naatak tha hai na?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Anjali
– “Main wahin thi. Maine hi toh inhe chupke se khola…par mere dono
bacche abhi bhi wahin hain. Unhe bacha lijiye Abhijeet.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “aap fikar mat karo…Pinky aur Ajay dono aapke paas sahi salamat honge par ab tum muh khologi ya goli maar doon?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti
opened her mouth to speak but just then they heard firing. CID or the
Police had come…great! However Shruti had escaped. Abhi asked Anjali to
evacuate the building and handed her the gun as well. He ran out to
chase Shruti but then met Daya.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “Abhijeet? Tum theek ho?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “Daya…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya took out Abhi’s gun…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “tumhari bandook”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
told Daya everything Anjali told him on the way and trust me when Daya
got to know who was behind all this – his face was worth watching. Daya
stopped on the way thinking how was Abhi even walking… Abhi knew what
was in Daya’s mind…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “nahi yaar…abhi waqt nahi hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">They
both rushed upstairs… now it was Daya’s turn to tell the tale… he told
that right now they were in Pune. They waited for a long time outside
the building for signal but none came. Only after a few minutes, a car
drove the watchman away. Another few minutes later the transmitter
signals were moving. One was in the building and another was going away,
so, they decided to check the building and found it empty. Then they
followed the signal but after sometime it was untraceable. A few minutes
back (when Abhijeet threw his batch out) they got it again for a few
moments but they traced the location and so came here with a good amount
of force to back up. At this very moment, wherever they looked, there
were bullets firing. They too fired some on their way to get rid of
anyone coming.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP was also there in the fight… he saw
Abhijeet and Daya coming running from a distance and was indeed very
glad to see Abhijeet back. Abhi told the whole story again and ACP was
as well shocked…however he too like Abhi knew this wasn’t time to react
to the story…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Kanya shayad top floor par hai…chalo”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The
3 rushed towards the top floor. Most fights were now over. Many dead
bodies lay on the floor like carpets and screams and shouts were in the
air. They were searching Kanya when Abhi thought that he saw someone
with two children…must be Shruti with Pinky and Ajay… he went towards
her to stop her but when he reached there, it was Kanya…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Kanya – “hat jaaiye Inspector warna ye do masoom bacche mar jaayenge”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “itni jaldi nahi bhabhi”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti
had come from behind and now she too had a gun. She fired on Kanya’s
leg who fell down. Abhi snatched her gun and took charge while Shruti
took the children away but then Abhi took his own gun as well and
pointed one each – on Kanya and Shruti.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “ruk jao Shruti…yahan se bhaag nahi paogi…Chod do bacchoin ko”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Just then ACP and Daya come running…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Abhijeet, ye kya kar rahe ho? Ye ek CID officer hai”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
couldn’t believe his ears. ACP pointed towards Shruti and said she is a
CID officer. He took his gun down. ACP turned towards Shruti</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Shruti kaisi ho beta? Aur tum yahan? Ek minute, kahin yahi toh Viren ki behen nahi?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “sir main sach mein Viren ki behen ho”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “isiliye toh…isiliye toh isne Abhijeet se kaha ki ye CID bureau nahi aayegi…samjhe Daya”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “I am sorry sir par mujhe orders the ki main apni identity kisi ko bhi na disclose karun…bureau mein bhi nahi”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “par ye sab kya hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti
– “sir, headquarters mein Viren ke khilaf already report thi. Unhone
mujhse kaha ki main Viren par nazar rakhun. Ek din maine Viren ko Kanya
se Abhijeet ke bare mein baat karte hue suna. Tab maine headquarters
mein Abhijeet ji ke bare mein report bheji. Wahan un logoin ne
investigation karke pata kiya ki shayad Viren Abhijeet par attack kare
kyunki koi Viren ki wife bankar inke ghar par thi. Main Kanya ko
pehchanti thi isiliye ek din main Mumbai aayi dekhne ki kya Kanya inke
ghar mein hai… par nahi…wohh koi aur thi. Jab maine ye report bheji toh
headquarters ne mujhe kaha ki kisi bhi tarah mujhe Abhijeet ke saath
rehna hoga, taki main inki help kar sakun aur inke ghar mein kaun hai,
ye bhi pata kar sakun.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Only ACP and Shruti
were smiling as though they knew each other for long… Abhi and Daya
stared each other…knowing nothing about this… ACP saw this…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP
– “arre tum dono abhi bhi nahi samjhe? Ye CID officer hai aur koi aisi
waisi officer nahi, apne batch ki sabse achi. Maine khud training dee
hai isse”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “Senior Inspector Shruti, headquarters.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti said so and held out a hand to Abhijeet who shook it firmly and then Daya.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “par aap phir saare time…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti
– “ji…main hi is case ki aakhiri kadi hoon. Abhijeet ji ki jaan ko
khatra tha…isiliye mujhe Abhijeet ki security ke liye rakha gaya.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “aur hume laga Abhijeet aapko security de raha hai”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Kanya who was lying on the floor listening to all this…laughed loud…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Kanya – “mil lo…jab tak mil sakte ho…bahut jald Viren tumse ye mauka cheen lega”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “kya Viren bhaag gaya?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti looked at Kanya’s fingers… they were oddly familiar… She took her hand and rubbed it…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “make up!”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “kya?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “sir bureau mein kaun hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Freddie, Gangu aur 2 aur officers…kyun?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti
called ACP aside and told him something. ACP was utterly shocked… he
called someone and then they all decided to leave. Kanya was taken care
of by the several officers who had already arrested the others…
Ambulance was clearing the dead bodies.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Anjali came running to see her kids safely with Shruti and Abhijeet.
While Daya and ACP met others, Shruti and Abhijeet took Pinky and Ajay
to Anjali. Anjali hugged her children and then Shruti.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Anjali – “Thank You. Thank You very much. Agar aaj aap dono na hote toh main apne bacchoin se kabhi nahi mil pati.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “koi baat nahi”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Anjali
– “I am sorry Abhijeet ji. Maine aapke saath bhi theek nahi kiya. Par
main Ajay ko nahi khona chahti thi. Har roz lagta tha ki Rajeev jahan
bhi honge, wahan se sochte honge ki CID officer ki patni hone ke baad
bhi main aisa kaise kar sakti hoon?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet – “koi baat nahi. Aapne jo kiya, koi bhi maa karti”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Then Pratap came. ACP had asked him to drop Anjali and the kids safely to their homes and to be with them till everything ends.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet was now really emabarassed. He thought so bad of Shruti… Shruti seemed to have read this as well…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “Kya hua Abhijeet ji?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “I am sorry…maine aapse bahut kharab tareeke se baat ki”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “kee toh..”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
was amazed to listen to this…he was apologizing and she here was
pulling his leg… however he had some questions unanswered and he wanted
to know the answers…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “par phir aap yahan kaise aayi?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti
– “jab maine Anjali ko fax pakad ke rote hue dekha toh mera shaq yakeen
mein badal gaya ki ye Anjali hain. Maine Rajeev sir ke saath inki aur
Ajay ki ek tasveer dekhi thi. Isiliye toh main wohh fax lekar gayi, taki
main compare kar sakun”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “toh aapko sab pehle se pata tha?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “nahi…thoda time laga…aapke ghar mein raat mein cheezein hilani padi”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “toh wohh aap hi thi?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti laughed…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti
– “haan par humesha nahi. Jis din aapne pakda us din nahi. Us din
Anjali ko mujh par shaq ho gaya tha aur wohh mere samaan ki talaashi le
rahi thi.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi was really shocked…what all was had happened right under his nose and he hadn’t noticed at all!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti
– “main neeche headquarters call kar rahi thi…itne mein Anjali ne mere
upar gun taan lee… aadat se majboor hoon toh gun cheenkar unpar aim kiya
toh unhone sab bata diya… wohh toh khud ye sab nahi karna chahti thi”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “phir aap yahan?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti
– “itne mein Viren wahan apne kuch aadmiyoin ke saath aa gaya… aur bas
hume yahan le aaya… Anjali ji ne meri yahan bahut madad ki. Unhone hi
mujhe kamre se bahar nikala…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Just then ACP called out…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “chale Shruti…maine phone kar diya hai…kahin der na ho jaaye.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti turned to Abhi</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “aapki saza baad mein tay Karen?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “saza? Maine kya kiya?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “mere saath kharab vyavhar”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Saying so she laughed and then left…and told ACP “Kanya ko bhi saath le chalte hain.. shayad wahan inki zaroorat pad jaaye”</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">In the office…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Freddie was really nervous. ACP had called and
told him that the person portraying as Rampal chacha is no one else but
the villain of the story. He was blabbering to himself…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Freddie
– “arre yeh main kahan fas gaya…wife ko pata chalega toh na jaane kya
kahegi… par Freddie yahi tera chance hai, agar abhi isse akele pakad
liya, toh ACP sir kabhi nahi keh paayenge ki Freddie mein akal nahi hai…
aur socho toh wife kitni khush hogi… aur wohh Vivek… tab usse bataunga
ki CID officer hona kya hota hai…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">When, ACP, Shruti,
Abhi, Daya and all others reached the bureau Freddie was sitting silent
on a chair…shocked… eyes wide in surprise and the two officers along
with Gangu, were trying to calm him down.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “kya hua Freddie ko?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Officer
1 – “sir Freddie sir ne na jaane achanak Rampal Chacha ko maara, Rajeev
sir ke office mein lock kiya par ye sab itna achanak hua ki Freddie sir
shock mein hain”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “kya Freddie ne Rampal chacha ko maara…par kyun?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti
didn’t wait to listen to another word, she went to see. The man was
lying on the floor on his chest… possibly dead as blood was there all
around his head. Shruti quietly unlocked the door and went in… slowly
she approached the body. Abhi was the only one who saw her leave and
followed her.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">There as soon as Shruti held the man’s hand to turn
him to see his face, the man got up and snatched Shruti’s gun… Abhi saw
this and ran there to help… the others too had seen this and now went
near but the man now had gun pointed on Shruti’s head.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Rampal Chacha – “ruk jao…sab jahan ho wahin ruk jao warna isse maar dunga”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “Viren…Shruti ko chod do”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Viren
– “arre wah…Abhijeet tumne mujhe kaise pehchana? Chalo wohh chodo pehle
jao darwaza band kar do… do dost itne dino baad mile hain…main nahi
chahta ki tumhare office wale hume tang kare”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi didn’t move…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Viren – “jao warna isse maar dunga aur apni bandook bahar hi chod kar aana”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
went and did as he was asked to. The room was sound proof and bullet
proof…means that once the door is closed, one cant listen to any talks
that go on inside. However he did so and then returned nearer to Viren.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Viren – “meri behen ki jaan tumhare liye itni kimati kab se ho gayi Abhijeet?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “sabki jaan kimati hoti hai Viren…agar tum ye samajhte toh shayad aaj wahan na hote”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Viren
– “haan shayad agar main ye samajhta toh tumhari tarah hi sarkari
naukari karta? Kya mila tumhe desh desh chilla kar? Jaan ki baazi ke
badle kuch hazar rupye? Aaj mere paas itna hai ki main agar kabhi na
kamaun toh bhi koi farak nahi padega”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “ye daulat kis kimat par?”</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti sought chance and tried to escape..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Viren – “itni jaldi nahi behna…pehle batao toh ki mujh tak kaise pahunchi?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti
– “tumhare haath…jab pehli baar dekha tha toh laga tha ki make up hai…
aaj jab bhabhi ko arrest kiya, toh unke haath par bhi make up tha”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Viren – “hoshiyaar ho…par itni nahi… batao Kanya kahan hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Neither
of them spoke… Abhi was near the table and he saw the paper weight
lying there. Good chance, he could possibly defend… he picked it up but
Viren saw it and fired a bullet at Abhi’s already hurt leg…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi fell in pain and Shruti too screamed…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “Viren chodo mujhe…kya kar rahe ho tum? Itni insaaniyat bhi nahi bachi tum mein? Dost hai wohh tumhara”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Viren – “Tumhe phir itni parwah kyun hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “abhi tak insaan hoon main”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Viren was very angry… he let Shruti free but pointed his gun towards her… she didn’t care and helped Abhi get up…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Viren
– “kya milta hai insaan ban kar? Baba ke kehne par apna sapna chod
diya… Abhijeet ko dekh kar khoon jalta tha… wohh apna sapna jee raha
tha… phir Bhopal mein dost bankar hi un 4 logoin ki madad ki hi na…kya
hua? Sab kuch lekar bhaag gaye… Ek din mujhe mauka mila…wohh 4 ek doosre
se lad rahe the… tabhi kisi ne un par humla kiya… wohh Kanya thi… in
logoin ne uske saath bhi dokha kiya tha…milkar humne unhe maar diya.
Kanya aur maine phir tay kiya ki ab hum kisi bhi tarah jald hi sabse
ameer ban jaayenge. Ek doosre ko jaana, pechana…aur phir pasand karne
lage… shaadi kar lee. Ek din us exhibition ke bare mein aaya…toh plan
kiya ki wahan se saare gehne le lenge. Phir Kanya ne hi kaha main
Abhijeet se dosti dobara kar loon…taki jab hum chori karein toh Abhijeet
ke yahan chup sake…par kahin se wohh Rajeev beech mein aa gaya..”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Viren
had ended his talks… He took them both on gunpoint and asked them to
walk out of the room with him…when they walked out of the cabin, Kanya
was tied to a chair and was unconscious. Sheetal was holding a gun on
her head.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Viren – “aye…kya ho gaya Kanya ko?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Kanya bilkul theek hai Viren. Paagal mat bano…Shruti aur Abhijeet ko jaane do”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Viren – “ACP…tumhara officer meri gun point pe hai. Sharate main decide karunga”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Viren dekho…tum yahan se bhaag nahi sakte”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Viren – “tumhe aisa lagta hai ACP…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Saying
so, he fired towards Sheetal… the bullet hit her right on shoulder and
she fell down in an instant…and a lot of things happened simultaneously…
a lot of people scream… few fired towards Viren… few ran to help
Sheetal… and someone fired at Kanya… it was Vaibhav who shot Kanya in
the moment right when he saw Viren shoot Sheetal…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Viren – “Kanya…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “jaldi…dono ko hospital lekar jao”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Freddie
and Vivek picked up the two with help from Lavanya and Kaveri and
hurried them out… Viren however didn’t move… he help Shruti by her neck
and Abhi was right on his gun point…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Viren – “main kisi ko bhi nahi chodunga…tum logoin ne meri Kanya ko mujh se cheen liya…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Viren let Shruti go but caught Abhijeet by neck…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Viren chodo Abhijeet ko”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Viren – “tumhara officer zaroor marega ACP”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vaibhav
tried to cover Viren from behind but Viren already noticed this and
blindly shot in Vaibhav’s direction. The bullet hit Vaibhav right in
chest and he was dead on the spot. Vivek rushed inside listening to the
fire and helped Vaibhav’s body outside…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Vaibhav…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Viren – “aur kisi ko hilna hai? Koi humare peeche bahar na aaye”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Viren
took Abhi outside…and then threw him… Abhi was really hurt and
injured…Then Viren pointed his gun towards Abhijeet. He closed his eyes
and shot…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">When he opened his eyes – Shruti was there in front of Abhi and she was struck by the bullet.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Viren and Abhi together – “Shruti…” as Shruti fell down in front of Abhi holding his hand.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Just
then, there was another fire… when everyone came out and saw… Anjali
was also standing there holding a gun. She had fired at Viren.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP didn’t know what to say except – “Ambulance bulao jaldi”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi was helping Shruti… ACP came forward to help her…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “sir…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Shruti… ye kya kiya?”Shruti – “duty sir… mujhe ek minute Viren se baat karni hai…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “thodi der ruko…fauran tum hospital mein theek hogi”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “ek minute sir…please”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya who was holding Viren and with getting a blink from ACP, got his body closer to Shruti…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “bhai…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">She didn’t speak anything else…but he understood.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Viren
– “sorry behen… shayad main kabhi apne faisle sahi nahi le
paaya…bachpan mein humesha tujhse jalta raha… phir Abhijeet se… usse
phir chot pahuchayi”Abhi too looked at Viren’s face…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Viren – “maaf nahi karega kya?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Before
Abhi could say anything else, the Ambulance came and all the injured
were rushed inside… Last what Abhi remembered seeing was all standing
around him… staring blankly as two pair of hands carried him on a
stretcher into the ambulance…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi opened his eyes in the hospital to see Kaki and Daya standing beside his bed.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “ab kaisa lag raha hai boss? Char din se behosh ho…ab kaisa lag raha hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi smiled and tried to recall all that happened and then remembered…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “Vaibhav aur Sheetal kaise hain? Aur Viren? Aur Shruti?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya was silent for sometime… and then</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “Vaibhav aur Viren nahi rahe”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi was silent for sometime… it was a blow… he had really lost a friend…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya
– “Viren ka bahut khoon beh gaya tha… doctors ne bahut koshish ki par
usse nahi bacha paaye. Marne se pehle usne bataya ki saara paisa kahan
milega… Kanya ko arrest kar liya gaya hai aur saara paisa le liya hai”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya was really upset to see a tear in Abhi’s eyes.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Kaki – “Abhijeet beta…tumhe aaram ki zaroorat hai”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “kaki aap kaise ho?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Kaki – “main bilkul theek hoon…par tu bata…kahin dard hai kya abhi?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “theek ho jaayega”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “boss Viren ye chithi tumhare liye de gaya…wohh aaya tha tumhe us din dekhne”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya
held out a letter which Abhi took and opened… it was very badly written
as Abhi guessed Viren was in a lot of pain when he wrote this. However,
Abhi recognized his friend’s handwriting immediately.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">“Abhijeet…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I
am sorry friend. I wasn’t ever that strong and your presence made me
feel even weaker… I just wished I had known. Take care of Kanya and
Shruti for me…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Regards</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Viren”</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">For a moment of two, Abhi stared back at the letter. He didn’t know
what to say. He missed his friend too much… but he didn’t feel like
showing his emotions aloud. The letter reminded him of Shruti…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “aur Shruti?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Kaki – “Shruti theek hai, thodi weakness hai…aur kuch nahi”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “Doctor ne kya kaha?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya took a serious expression on his face…and gave a long sigh…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “kya baat hai Daya…batao”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “nahi Abhijeet…tum abhi aaram karo… doctor ne kaha hai ki tumhe zyada stress nahi dena”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “Kaki…?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Kaki’s expressions hardened suddenly…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “aap dono kuch bata kyun nahi rahe ho? Hato…main khud jaa kar dekhta hoon…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “par ruko Abhijeet…tum abhi beemar ho”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">However,
Abhi didn’t stop…and rushed outside his room. There he met a nurse who
told her the Shruti was in the next room. As Abhi entered…he was
surprised to see the view – Shruti was perfectly all right. He saw
inside the room, the curtains still drawn. She was sitting on her bed
laughing and playing with Pinky and Ajay. Anjali had come to visit
Shruti. Freddie was also there with Kaveri and Lavanya.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi turned back and Kaki and Daya were standing there laughing at Abhi’s haalat.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “kaki lagta hai ab Abhijeet kahin aur ki hi duty karega…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Kaki comes to Abhi…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Kaki – “tu khud baat karega ya main karun?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “Kaki…kya aap…aisi koi baat nahi hai…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Kaki – “nahi Kaki…kya kar rahi ho?”Daya – “Abhijeet…tumhare muh pe saaf dikh raha hai…bolo bhabhi ko ghar kab laa rahe ho?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi is silent…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Kaki
– “Abhijeet, dekh beta, apne liye nahi, par meri zimmedari hi kam karne
ke liye. Khud baat kar lena aaj warna kal main kar lungi”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">In
the evening, Abhi was in his room sitting on his bed, reading a
magazine. Shruti entered the room… Abhi saw her and suddenly got up…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “Shruti…aap?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “haan…main…ab aap kaise hain?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “bilkul theek”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
was taking a step back to his bed as he said so and his plastered foot
hurt in doing so as he was careless…Shruti helped him sit…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “aap theek hain?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “mujhe kya hona tha?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “thanks. Mujhe thanks kehna ka mauka bhi nahi mila”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti
– “koi baat nahi…meri duty thi. Aur waise bhi ab toh shayad main aapko
dost keh sakti hoon…aur dost ke liye itna toh banta hai”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “aap itne din yahan?”Shruti – “bullet se intestine ka kafi hissa damage ho gaya tha. Isiliye under observation hoon”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “toh aapko aaram nahi karna?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “main bilkul theek hoon…aap batao… suna aaj aapko Daya aur Kaki april fool bana gaye?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi couldn’t think of anything of say… he just blushed a little…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “waise baat kya hui?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And
just then Abhi remembered there indeed was something for Shruti to see…
he handed her Viren’s letter… Shruti read it and she got really upset…
almost was crying…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “pata nahi usne aisa kyun kiya? Sab kuch toh tha humare paas… Viren sach mein bura nahi tha”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “mujhe kuch samajh nahi aa raha ki pichle kuch dino se mere saath kya ho raha hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti saw that Abhi was also tensed and so … she decided to lighten the atmosphere…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti
– “ab kya samajh nahi aaya? Sab kuch toh pata hai… Viren aur Kanya ne
ye sab kiya… Rajeev sir ko pata tha… main secret mission par… aur I am
sure fighting sequence toh aapko yaad hi hoga. Wohh bhulane jaisa tha
nahi”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi still didn’t laugh… he was still upset…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “par meri wajah se… kya ho gaya”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti
– “kuch nahi hua… jo hua…wohh likha tha. Vaibhav sir ke liye sab upset
hai par aap sochiye aapke karan kitne log ab khush hain.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi gave it a thought…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “anyways…ab bataiye…aage ke kya plans hain?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And Abhi suddenly remembered what Kaki had told him in the morning…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “kuch toh hai na?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “Shruti…aaj kaki ne kuch kaha…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “kya?”</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj, Daya, Abhijeet, Vivek, Lavanya, Kaveri, Sheetal,
Pratap, Freddie and Freddie’s wife were all seated in the dining table
in Abhi’s house. Abhi and Shruti had invited them for lunch after their
wedding. Shruti was indeed a great cook and she loved cooking as well.
Kaki was serving them all food.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “kya Abhijeet…itni jaldi kya thi…abhi tumhari umar hi kya hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Kaki – “meri maano Daya toh ab tum bhi koi dhoondh lo…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “arre nahi Kaki…mujhe maaf karo”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “kyun Daya, Abhijeet se poocho..itna bura toh nahi ho sakta anubhav”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vivek – “kya hua Freddie sir…aaj aap kuch nahi bol rahe?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP Prithviraj – “ye galat hai Vivek. Tum sab Freddie ko itna kyun chedte ho…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Freddie looked at his wife and just shook his head…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “kya bhabhiji…aaj toh bolne do Freddie ko”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Just then Shruti came with some dish.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “Bhabhi ab aap bhi aa jao…itna sab hum akele thodi na khayenge”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Kaveri – “nahi khana itna acha hai…khatam toh ho hi jaayega sir.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Lavanya – “haan khana hai bahut acha”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “haan bas main aati hoon…koi aane wala hai…wohh aa jaaye, toh aa jaaungi”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi didn’t know who was more to come… he quietly went after Shruti to the kitchen to investigate…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “ab kaun aane wala hai Shruti?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “aap jaakar baithiye toh…jab wohh aayenge…toh aap dekh hi lenge”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi looked at her…and felt how pleased he was…just one decision had made everything seem so pleasant…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “main madad karwaun?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “aap? Aap kya karwayenge?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">No one was cooking now…but the two of them were looking into each other’s eyes deeply in love with each other…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “jo aap karwaye…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “acha?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “arre hadh hai… aazma kar dekh lo”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “kya – kya kar sakte hain?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
– “baat toh waise ye hai…ki jab instructor itna talented ho toh
students bhi acha kaam kar dete hain… isiliye agar aap sikhayein toh hum
kar denge”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi and Shruti were looking just too cute together… they held each other’s hand as they talked…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Just then, Daya calls from outside…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “kya hua Abhijeet…aaj kya tum khana pakaoge?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vivek – “lagta hai Abhijeet sir bhi ab apni wife ke aas paas hi milenge”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Freddie – “teri patni nahi hai na Vivek..isiliye tu kya jaane…ab Abhijeet sir se poocho…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti and Abhijeet too laughed on the conversation…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “ab aap jaakar baithiye…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “tum bhi chalo na…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi held Shruti’s hand and was pulling her out to join them…and just then the bell rang…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “jaayiye…dekhiye…aapki curiosity ka jawaab aa gaya”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
looked at Shruti suspiciously and then went to open the door. All eyes
were on the door indeed…who would be this so much awaited guest…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Very
dramatically…Abhijeet moves towards and door and opens it… it was…none
other than ACP Pradyuman. ACP was smiling… he carried a gift which he
gave it to Abhijeet…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “andar nahi bulaoge Abhijeet?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">All the guests in shock had stood up seeing ACP there…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti was the only one who seemed to be carefree and welcomed ACP inside. She walked passed the shocked Abhi very gracefully…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “sir…aayiye na…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP gave her the gift and hugged her…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “umeed hai…tum dono humesha khush raho”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “sir baithiye…khana”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">As ACP sat at the dining table, everyone was still standing…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “aap sab bhi baith sakte hain”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Everyone
laughed. ACP was definitely family but it was just no one had ever seen
him like this… but they were glad that he was there with them…
celebrating…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhijeet was still standing at the door. Shruti whispered into his ears while closing the door – “ab ye family complete hai”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi smiled at her… he was glad that he had a friend for life who understood him so well…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “humari family…thanks to you!”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Both of the smiled at each other and then joined the others on the table for lunch.</span></div>
Luna Lovegoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09803885763515044510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480514476051237154.post-12265105673726047632017-05-25T23:11:00.000+05:302017-05-25T23:11:14.863+05:30CID Fanfic :: Episode 2 :: Case of the Jinxed Necklace<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya is in his home.. humming and then the bell rings... he goes and opens the door and there is a boy.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya - "ji?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Boy - "aap CID inspector Daya hain?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya - "haan par tum kaun ho?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Boy - "main Vishal hoon. Richa Aggarwal ka neighbour. Richa ne kaha ki ye main aapko deta jaun."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya - "Richa Aggarwal?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vishal - "Richa ne bataya ki wohh apke saath college mein thi..."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya - "ohh haan Richa.. kahan hai wohh abhi?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vishal
- "pata nahi sir. 1 hafte pehle ek din achanak hi ek bag mein kapde
daale aur chali gayi. Ghar mein sab samaan waisa hi pada hai. Aaj subah
mere office aayi aur boli ki ye mein aapko de doon."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya - "okie thank You. Aap kuch lenge?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vishal - "nahi sir mujhe jaana hai.."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">and Vishal leaves... Daya opens the letter and reads..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">someone is trying to kill us. I need your help. Please find me</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">9868765448</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Okie..
Daya read the letter over and over again.. Richa hadnt mentioned
anything. She just said that she wanted help.. and she didnt even tell
where she was.. but she wrote her mobile number.. maybe she was hiding
and didnt want to reveal her whereabout... And someone was trying to
kill 'us'... who is trying to kill Richa and who is the other person in
danger?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya called at the number but Richa never picked up.. he
then realised why Richa gave the number.. he called the Mobile company
and gave them Richa's number and asked for the location...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">At
the same hour, somewhere else in Mumbai, Shruti was sitting on the
window frame.. there was little wall space and she sat there looking at
the world from the 25th floor... She wasnt at her home but in a hotel..
Abhi and Shruti decided that it was time to get the house a little
renovated and so there was work going on in their house, as a result,
they had to shift in the hotel for a week. Shruti was looking outside
smiling... and then ABhi comes from a door at the side.. he had just
come out after taking a bath and has wet hair.. which he is drying...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi - "Shruti kursi nahi hai kya. Neeche utaro."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti looks at him.. and then looks back.. as if not hearing anything...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi goes to her and looks where she was looking...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi - "Utaro, gir jaogi..."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
was holding her hand to pull her down and then like she looses balance,
Shruti was about to fall and Abhi gets panic but it lasted only a
second.. after the second.. Shruti happily jumped inside the room and
was laughing...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti - "tum darr gaye na?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
was silent.. he was scared... and he had to admit it.. however he
remained silent... Then Shruti came to him.. and silently both of them
were looking at the world outside, holding hands and then Abhi started
looking at her.. but Shruti was seeing something else now.. her smile
changed to a worried expression... Abhi saw it but even before he could
ask -</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti - "Abhi... dekho wahan..."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
strained to look where Shruti pointed and then he noticed... in the
building opposite the road, on the 6th floor, two people were in the
house... 2 girls, they seemed to be arguing... but what scared Shruti
was a red light on the window.. it grew sharper but sometimes got blur..
it focused on one of the girls and then there was a bullet fired...
there was no noise but the window glass broke... and the girl at the aim
fell down and the other girl grew panic... she ran inside...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi - "chalo.."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti
- "ruko dekho.. building ke neeche kaun hai - ye toh Daya hai na.. aur
suno... jisne goli chalayi wohh zaroor issi building mein hoga. Main
dekhti hoon koi bhaag toh nahi raha.. tum Daya ke saath jaakar dekho.
Main ACP sir ko bhi batati hoon."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi - "sambhal kar..."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
left saying so and Shruti rushed near the stairs to see if anyone was
running out and she was also checking if someone was going down the lift
but that wasnt till sometime for now ABhi was in the lift..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Meanwhile,
Abhi rushed down by lift ofcourse.. no one joined him entire way
down... he needed to hurry... he went down, ran out of the hotel and
across the road to the other building..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya had entered the building and he met the watchman...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya - "ye Richa madam kis floor pe rehti hain?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Watchman - "kaun Richa, saab? Yahan koi Richa nahi hai."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya - "Richa Aggarwal.."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Watchman - "saab main sabko jaanta hoon iss building mein. Koi Richa nahi hai yahan.. aap bolo aapko kisse milna hai."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya - "dekho wohh ladki yahin rehti hai"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Watchman - "dekho saab kyun raat mein time paas kar rahe ho. Shareef lagte ho, chale jao warna police ko bulaunga.."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya raised a finger but before he said anything, Abhi had come.. Abhi placed a hand on Daya's shoulder..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
- "Ye khud CID se hain aur main Senior Inspector Abhijeet. Building ke
6th floor par kisi ka khoon hua hai.. kaun kaun rehta hai wahan.. chalo
jaldi.."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Now all 3 of them rush upstairs... while going up...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya - "Abhijeet tum yahan kaise?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi - "Shruti aur main saamne hotel mein the tab Shruti ne dikha. Kisi ne us building se aim kiya tha laser se."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya - "kaun kaun rehta hai 6th floor par?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Watchman
- "saab baki sab toh theek hai par ek ladki hai - Nisha madam. Ek
mahine pehle unhone bahut zaldi zaldi mein ghar liye. Kuch 15 din pehle
unke saath unki ek saheli Ishani madam bhi aa gayi."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi - "un dono ke ghar se sadak dikhti hai?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Watchman - "haan saab. Dikhti hai."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya
and Abhi broke through the door. They ran into the hall and saw a girl
lying there. Blood coming out of her stomach. She had been hit with a
bullet on her stomach. And right in front of him, Abhi could see the
broken window and beyond that the hotel where he and Shruti stayed and
now he could see Shruti standing at the window with other people. Abhi
guessed it to be ACP sir and others...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Watchman let out a scream on seeing the dead body.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya - "pehchaante ho isse?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Watchman - "ye to Nisha madam hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “Abhijeet main andar dekhta hoon.”</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And Daya goes into other rooms. One bedroom looks fine. There is
nothing in the cupboard or anywhere else. The bathrooms are clean just
there are some hair. Daya makes a mental note to collect them as
evidence. The other bedroom however looks shabby. There is a broken
plate. Nothing else. Abhijeet said that there were 2 people arguing…
where is the other person… was it Richa?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya enters the kitchen,
almost making up his mind that Richa had somehow escaped. Daya checks
the kitchen… and he was almost leaving when he heard some commotion near
the refrigerator. He opened it, but it was fine… then he decided that
the noise wasn’t from the fridge but from the cupboard beside it. Daya
goes to it slowly and opened it and was shocked to see a girl cuddled
inside. Daya looked carefully and it was Richa. She was hurt and also
very scared. The same moment, Richa took a better view of Daya and came
out in an instant and hugged him tight. She was really scared.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “Thank God Daya tum aa gaye.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “Richa tum theek ho? Yahan kya hua tha?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Before
Richa could respond, Kaveri and Vivek came into the kitchen. They too
were looking through the house and they see Daya and Richa. Richa broke
off the hug and took Daya’s hands now…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “Main bata nahi sakti, I am so glad. Please mujhe iss sab se bacha lo. Maine kuch nahi kiya par wohh mujhe maar dega.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “Richa, ruko. Pehle saant ho jao. Phir aaram se batao kya baat hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And ACP, Abhi and Shruti too come now. Freddie and Lavanya are taking care of the dead body.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “tum isse jaante ho Daya?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “ji sir. Ye Richa Aggarwal hai. Mere saath college mein thi.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Richa, dekho gabrao mat. Sach Sach batao.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa
looks at Daya and he gives her a reassuring look and Richa looks back
to ACP. Obviously Daya and Richa are no longer holding hands…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “sir wohh mujhe bhi nahi chodega. Maine kuch nahi kiya.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “kaun nahi chodega? Kaun hai wohh?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “sir Richa ki tabiyat theek nahi lag rahi. Pehle isse hospital le jaaye?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP
– “theek hai. Vivek, tum Lavanya aur Freddie ke saath body forensic lab
le jao. Shruti, tum aur Kaveri Richa ko hospital le jao, phir bureau le
aana.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi and Daya too leave with others…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Daya aur Abhijeet. Tum dono ruko.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya, ACP and Abhi are in the bureau.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Daya tum kuch chupa toh nahi rahe ho na?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya
– “sir maine bataya toh aapko. Richa mere saath college mein thi.
Management padh rahi thi. College se nikalne ke baad main aaj Richa se
mila hoon. Bas suna tha ki Richa Hotel Management mein gayi hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “aur jo tumne letter ke bare mein bataya…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya
takes out the letter from his pocket and gives it to ACP… Abhi leans in
closer to have a look. ACP and Abhi read it while Daya kept saying…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya
– “sir aaj shaam 7 baje ke kareeb ek aadmi aaya. Usne apna naam Vishal
bataya. Vishal ne kaha ki Richa uske pados mein rehti hai aur 15 din
pehle wohh ghar chod kar chali gayi. Phir kal aaj subah wohh Vishal se
milne office aayi aur usne Vishal ko ye letter mujhe dene ko kaha.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
– “sir ye ho sakta hai. Watchman bhi keh raha tha ki 15 din pehle hi
Ishani Nisha ke saath rehne aayi hai. Ho sakta hai Ishani hi Richa ho.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Then Shruti and Kaveri enter with Richa.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Everyone
except Richa is standing. They all are staring at her and Richa is even
more nervous. She has a bandage around her forehead and one on her arm.
Rest wounds were nothing more than scratches and they would heel up.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Richa sab sach sach batana. Dekho agar tum sach nahi bologi, toh hum tumhari koi madad nahi kar sakte.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa
is very scared, she looks at everyone and then as she opens her mouth
to speak, her lips tremble the first time but then she gathers courage
and speaks…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “sir, Ragini, Lata aur main, Hotel
Ocean Waves mein managers the. Hum teeno ek hi ghar mein rehte the.
Ragini Restaurant dekhti thi aur Lata aur main, room service. Ek din
Ragini kahin se ek mini recorder layi. Usne bas test karne ke liye, ek
table mein laga diya. Us table par ek ladka ladki baithe. Ladki ruthi
hui thi aur ladke ki saari baatein ladki ko manane ke liye hi thi. Hum
teeno ne raat mein saari baatein suni aur bahut hase. Agle din, unhi
dono se phir se table book kari aur Ragini ne recorder phir laga diya.
Wohh ladka ladki toh nahi aaye, par us table pe 2 aadmi baithe us din.
Unmein se ek ka naam Raaka tha. Wohh log keh rahe the ki Hotel mein jo
maut hui thi, wohh maut nahi thi par unhone khoon liye the.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Everyone looks at each other…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “ye wohi toh nahi, jahan hotel ki 3 parties mein ek aurat ki maut ho jaati hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa
– “ji sir. Wohi. Humare Hotel mein kai business parties hoti thi. Kai
log with families aate the. Hotel complementary kisi na kisi ko gifts
bhi deta. Teeno partiyoin mein, ek dress aur accessories aayi kisi na
kisi guest ko dene ke liye. Wohh dono aadmi baat kar rahe the ki uska
khoon karna hai jisne necklace pehna hoga. Hum log darr gaye ye sunkar.
Agle din humne party ki pics dekhi toh dekha ki teeno auratein jo mari
hain, unhone ek hi jaisa necklace pehen rakha tha. Aur unke marne ke
baad, wohh necklace kabhi nahi mila.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “tumhe kaise pata ki ye necklace Hotel ki taraf se gaye samaan mein hi gaya tha?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa
– “sir teeno necklace bilkul ek jaise the. Koi farak nahi. Aur ek baar
maine aur Lata na ek pack khol kar dekha tha. Usmein bhi wohi necklace
tha.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “phir, tum logoin ne bataya Police ko?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa –
“Ragini gayi thi. Usne Hotel ki jewellery shop mein pata kiya. Wohh
necklace hotel ka nahi tha. Balki guests ke liye jo gift aaya tha,
usmein toh koi necklace hona hi nahi chahiye tha.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Ye Ragini aur Lata hain kahan?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa
– “sir Nisha hi Lata hai. Ragini ek din achanak gayab ho gayi. 2 din
baad uski body khoon se latpat laundry ke truck mein mili. Hotel ke
malik ki Police mein achi jaan pehchaan hai toh ye mamla daba diya gaya…
Tab se Lata aur mujhe dhamki bhare phone aa rahe hain. Ek din na jaane
kisi ne phone pe Lata se kya keh diya, wohh ghar chod kar chali gayi.
Usne kaha ki ab wohh yahan aur rahi toh Ragini ki tarah marr jaayegi.
Thode din akele rehne ke baad mujhe bhi darr lagne laga. Humare ghar
mein dhamki bhare khat, khoon se sane rumaal aur na jaane kaisi kaisi
cheezein aane lagi.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “pata nahi chala kaun kar raha hai ye sab?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa
– “pata nahi kaise wohh party ki pics hotel mein fael gayi. Sabko pata
hai ki wohh necklace manhoos hai. Jo bhi uss necklace ko pehenta hai,
maara jaata hai. Jab baat itni badh gayi, toh maine aur Lata ne kaam par
jaana bhi chod diya. Din bhar ghar ke andar darr kar rehte. Ek din jab
bahut ho gaya toh main bhi Lata ke saath rehne chali gayi. Maine usse
bahut poocha ki aisa kya hua ki wohh ghar chod kar aa gayi par usne nahi
bataya. Aaj subah kisi ka phone aaya aur Lata fauran chali gayi. Mujhe
laga ki kuch toh gadbad hai aur maine socha main aap logoin ke paas
aaun. Par agar unhe pata lag jata, toh wohh log mujhe maar dete. Isiliye
main Vishal se milne gayi aur usse kaha ki wohh Daya ko letter de de.
Shaam ko Lata aayi toh uske paas bahut paise the. Maine bahut poocha par
usne nahi bataya. Hum issi baat par behas kar rahe the, ki itne mein
sheeshe ke us paar se goli aayi aur dekhte hi dekhte Lata ne dam tod
diya. Main bahut dar gayi thi, isiliye main rasoi mein chup gayi.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And she started crying…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Kaveri…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Kaveri took the clue, nodded and took Richa aside.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Just then Abhi’s cell rang. It was from the forensic lab… Dr Tarika’s… and Abhi was always flirty with her…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
– “ji Dr Tarika… kya? Acha acha… nahi hum log aate hain abhi… arre
nahi… kaun busy… bas aapne bola na toh pahunch jaayenge.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
had turned his back while on the phone… when he turned, everyone was
staring at him… surprised seeing Abhi flirt even after his wedding…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">At the Forensic… all enter except ACP, Vivek, Kaveri and Lavanya who are still interrogating Richa…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Saluke
– “Arre Abhijeet ki toh shakal hi badal gayi shaadi ke baad. Itne dino
ke baad lab mein aaye ho, warna pehle toh yahan se bhagana mushkil tha.”</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi blushes a little…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Saluke – “kyun bhai main jhooth bol raha hoon kya? Kyun Tarika?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Tarika never saw this coming… and she got a little scared at first…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Tarika – “sir aap mujhse kyun pooch rahe hain? Waise Abhijeet itna bhi nahi aate the…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi knew this was his chance… and well he hadn’t still left flirting completely…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “dekha Doctor saab, aap toh bas aise hi kehte hain. Tarika ne kaha na main itna bhi nahi aata tha.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Saluke – “haan bhai, Tarika ne kaha hai toh aisa hi hoga. Suna Shruti?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Everyone
turned to see Shruti. She stood silently all through this but laughing
her stomach out. Abhi saw her laughing and smiled…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Freddie – “Shruti aapko kya hua?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “Freddie aapko pata hai, maine Abhijeet ko kabhi flirt karte nahi dekha. Aaj pata chala kyun…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Freddie – “kyun?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “kyunki Abhijeet ko flirt karna nahi aata.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And everyone laughed out loud… including Abhi himself…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Saluke
– “acha ab kaam ki baat karte hain. Is ladki ki maut toh goli lagne se
hi hui hai par iss ladki ke khoon mein drugs mile hue hain.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “Kya? Nisha… yani Lata drugs leti thi?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Saluke
– “Haan. Ye lagbhag ek mahine se drugs le rahi hai. Aaj bhi usne drugs
liye. Aur jaananewali baat ye hai ki Lata roz pehle se zyada drugs le
rahi thi.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “yani koi Lata ko drugs ki lat lagwa raha tha aur agar Lata aaj na marti toh ek din drug overdose se mar jaati?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Saluke
– “bilkul sahi. Arre wah Shruti… ek kaam karo Dr Tarika ko CID mein
bhej dete hain aur tum yahan aa jao. Yahan ka kaam tum jald hi seekh
jaogi aur wahan Abhijeet toh hai na.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Freddie – “par phir yahan aakar Abhijeet sir flirt kisse karenge?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “Freddie?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And everyone burst laughing again…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">In the office,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa sat on the chair and everyone stood beside her… except Abhi and Daya… they weren’t in the room.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Richa dekho sach sach batao. Lata ek mahine se drugs ke rahi thi.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “sir mujhe sach mein nahi pata. Lata ne mujhe nahi bataya aur na maine usse kabhi drugs lete dekha.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Kaveri – “sir ye khoon bhi toh ek mahine pehle hone hi shuru hue hain.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “haan…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Kaveri – “Pehla khoon hua tha 29 April ko, doosra 6 May aur teesra 13 May. Aur teeno din hi Wenesday tha.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Richa in teeno dino mein koi khaas baat?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “sir Lata ka toh Wednesday ko off hota tha. Wohh aksar Wednesday ko Sahil se milne jaati thi.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Sahil kaun hai?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Just then Abhi enters…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “sir Sahil Lata ka mangetar tha.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “tha matlab?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “Sahil ne ek mahine pehle Lata se sagayi tod di.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “kya? Ho nahi sakta. Lata toh roz mere saamne Sahil se baat karti thi.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “par Sahil ne sagai kyun todi?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “sir Sahil ka kehna hai ki Lata kuch galat logoin ke saath mil gayi thi.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Lavanya – “sir kahin Lata in khoono mein shamil toh nahi, aur usse chup karwane ke liye uska khoon hua?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “ho sakta hai. Aur Lata ke ma – baap?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “Lata ne unse bhi kai din se baat nahi ki.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP
– “is ladki mein kuch toh gadbad hai. Vivek Lata ka mobile number lo
aur mobile company se pata karo ki pichle ek mahine mein Lata ne kin kin
logoin se baat kari hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Then Abhi gets a call… it
was Daya and Daya asked Abhi to come alone to a bar. Daya also asked
Abhi not to tell this to anyone. Daya sounded tired and a little nervous
and Abhi said he will be there…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “kiska phone tha?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “sir wohh D… Daya ke informer ka.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “kya hua?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “sir Daya ne kuch information maangi thi par abhi Daya ka phone nahi lag raha isiliye usne mujhe bulaya hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “theek hai, tum aur Vivek chale jao.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
– “nahi sir ye thoda teda aadmi hai. Isne bola akele aana aur agar koi
aur gaya toh shayad ye kuch bhi batane se inkar kar de.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “theek hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Saying
so, ACP raises an eyebrow and he doesn’t trust Abhi enough. Abhi walks
out and Shruti sees that no one is watching and so she goes after him…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “Abhi kahan ja rahe ho?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “Bola toh informer ke paas.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “maine poocha kahan jaa rahe ho? Kisse milne nahi.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “Shruti mujhe abhi der ho rahi hai, main tumhe wahan se phone karunga.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “jab jhooth bolna nahi aata toh kyun koshish karte ho?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “matlab?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “Daya ka phone than na?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “tumhe kaise pata?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti takes her phone out and shows Abhi a message. It was from Daya as well… It read –</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Main abhi nahi aa sakta. Yahan kuch gadbad hai. Abhijeet se kehna mujhse jald se jald baat kare. Uska phone nahi lag raha.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “aap yahan the hi nahi, kise batati?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi smiles, nods and then leaves.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
goes to Axis Bar and Restaurant, where Daya had called him. There Daya
was waiting for Abhi with another man. Abhi goes and joins them.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “kisi ko pata toh nahi ki tum mujhse milne aaye ho?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “nahi, maine kaha tumhare informer ka phone hai. Par baat kya hai Daya?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “Kisto ka kisi ne khoon kar diya.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “matlab tumhare informer ka?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya
– “haan Abhijeet. Maine usse Lata ke ghar waloin ke bare mein pata
karne ko kaha tha. Aur ye Murli hai, Kisto ka dost. Isne bola shaam ko
wohh apne ghar mein mara hua mila.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “dekha usko?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “haan Police thi wahan. Alcohol overdose se mar gaya.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “Murli Kisto ne kuch bataya?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Murli
– “saab Kisto toh subah subah chala gaya tha. Din bhar kisi ne usse
nahi dekha. Shaam ko jab uski behen ghar aayi, toh dekha wohh mara pada
hai. Maine fat se Daya saab ko phone kar diya.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “tumhe pata hai Kisto gaya kahan tha?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Murli
– “nahi saab. Wohh apne ko har jagah nahi lekar jaata tha. Par saab
Kisto ko pakka kisi ne pakda tha. Kisto toh sharab nahi peeta tha. Uski
behen Kajri ne usse ek din bahut jhagda kiya tha. Tab se usne daru ko
haath ich nahi lagaya.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “boss koi hai jo nahi chahta ki Lata ke ghar waloin ke bare mein hume pata chale.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “chalo hum hi chalte hain Lata ke ghar.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi and Daya are waiting in front of a bungow when everyone else come.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “sir ye Lata ke parents ka ghar hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “wohh hain andar?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “ji”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “chalo phir.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Inside
the house… there was an old man, an old lady, a teenage girl and a tall
handsome dude. The old couple was crying bitterly and very tensed. The
girl took care of the lady and the guy of the man…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP –
“Dekhiye Sharma ji, hume jo kuch hua uska dukh hai. Par agar aap iss
waqt humari madad kar dein toh hum pata kar sakte hain ki aapki ladki ko
kisne maara.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The guy – “sir aap mind na karein toh main aapke sawaloin ka jawab de doon? Papa iss waqt shayad jawab na de paaye.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Aap kaun?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Sahil – “sir main Sahil Wadhwa, Lata ka fiancée.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP looks at everyone…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Sahil tumne toh Lata se mangni tod de thee na. Kyun?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Sahil
– “sir Lata kisi galat kaam mein phas gayi thi. Maine usse bahut poocha
ki agar koi pareshani hai toh mujhe bata de par usne kabhi nahi bataya.
Ek din papa ne Lata ko nashe ki halat mein ghar aate dekha. Nashe mein
wohh kuch bol bhi rahi thi… kisi khoon ke bare mein. Tab papa ne hi kaha
ki ab umeed karna bekaar hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Sharma aunty – “sir meri ladki aisi nahi thi. Usse zaroor kisi ne phasaya tha.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And saying so she starts crying horridly… ACP asks the girls to take care of her and the 3 lady cops take her aside…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “aur aap kaun hain?” (to the girl)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Girl – “sir main Urmila, Lata ki choti behen.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Urmila, Lata ne tumhe kabhi kuch bataya.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Urmila
– “sir didi mujhe apni saari baatein batati thi. Par ek din achanak
wohh bahut darri hui lag rahi thi. Us din se unhone mujhse kabhi theek
se baat nahi ki. Shaam ko der se aati aur so jaati.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “par kuch toh hua hoga us din?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Urmila – “pata nahi sir. Par haan didi diary likhti thi… ho sakta hai usmein ho.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Sahil
– “kya? Lata diary likhti thi? Tumne bataya kyun nahi Urmila? Hum pehle
pata kar sakte the ki usse kya baat sata rahi hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Urmila – “wohh diary yahan nahi hai. Didi ke jaane ke baad, maine har jagah dhoondi. Kuch bhi nahi hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “sharma ji, agar aapko aitraaz na ho, toh kya hum ghar ki talaashi le sakte hain?”</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The old man nodds and the search begins…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">They mainly
concentrate on checking Lata’s room… there is nothing specific there…
and then Lavanya is checking her cupboard… and there she takes out a
dress… ACP sees Lavanya seeing the dress and comes to her…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Kuch mila Lavanya?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Lavanya – “sir ye dress…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “kuch hai kya ismein?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Lavanya
– “sir dekhiye, baaki saare kapde bahut ki sade aura am hain. Par ye
bahut mehengi designer dress hai. Ye Reena Daswani tagged hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “is dress ki koi khaas baat?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Lavanya
– “ji sir. Reena Daswani sirf order par dress banati hain. Unke koi 2
dresses kabhi ek jaise nahi hote aur ye dress, jahan tak mujhe lagta
hai, bahut mehengi hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Till then all others come near… Sahil and urmila are also here…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Urmila, ye dress kiski hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Urmila – “sir ye didi ki hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “par ye zyada purani toh nahi lag rahi.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Urmila
– “sir, ye dress didi ko kisi ne gift kari thi lagbhag ek mahine pehle.
Maa bahut gussa bhi hui thi ki did ke kisi dost ne unhe 10,000 ka gift
diya.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “ye dost kaun hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Urmila – “pata nahi. Didi ne bataya hi nahi.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Lavanaya – “sir hum Reena Daswani store se pata kar sakte hain.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP
– “theek hai. Tum aur Vivek Reena Daswani se milo, aur hum log Lata ke
doosre ghar jaate hain. Wahan uski diary zaroor honi chahiye.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Sahil – “sir main bhi chaluin?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “nahi Sahil. Chinta mat karo.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">At Reena Daswani Store.. Vivek and Lavanya enter…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Sales Girl – “sir may I help you?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Lavanya – “ye dress dekhiye… ye aap hi ke dukan ki hai na?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Lavanya shows the dress from the bag…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Sales girl – “ji ma’am ye dress toh humare store ki hi hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vivek – “kya aap bata sakti hain ki ye kisne lee thi?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Then the designer comes out of the room… she asks the sales girl whats the matter and the sales girl tells her and then…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Reena – “aapne ye dress jisse lee hai usse kyun nahi poochte? Ye kya tareeka hai ki aap aise poochne aa gaye?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vivek – “madam dekhiye hum CID se hain. Ye dress kisi ne ek ladki ko gift ki thi aur us ladki ki maut ho chuki hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Reena – “oh… rukiye hum dekh kar batate hain.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Then Reena asks the sales girl to check the records and finds…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Sales Girl – “sir ye dress Mr Ankit ne lee hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Lavanya – “unka koi contact number?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Sales Girl – “ji sir. Main aapko likh kar de deti hoon.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Meanwhile…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya
was standing with Richa in the drawing room. Richa wasn’t to be left
alone as she was in danger… and also they didn’t want her to interfere
while searching the house…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “thanks Daya. Mujhe pata tha ki sirf tum hi iss waqt meri madad kar sakte ho.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “Richa, agar aisa kuch hai jo tumne nahi bataya toh bata do, warna hum tumhari madad nahi kar paayenge.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “par Daya mujhe sach mein iss sab ke bare mein kuch nahi pata. Lata ne kuch bhi batana chod diya tha.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “achanak toh sab kuch nahi hua hoga na?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa
– “tumne kya meri baat par yakin nahi hai Daya? Agar mujhe kuch chupana
hota toh main tumhe khud kyun bulati… pata nahi achanak se kya se kya
ho gaya? Pehle Ragini phir Lata… mujhe bahit darr lag raha hai…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti
was passing the drawing room that time… Daya saw her pass and she saw
Lata crying… and in all Daya was really embarrassed… Shruti goes to
them…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “kya kaha tumne Daya?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “maine kuch nahi kaha…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi too came there then..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “arre ye kya ho raha hai yahan?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “aap sab log aise hi ho… Dekho Daya ne bhi bechari ko rula diya…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “maine kya kiya? Aur bhai Daya ye kya tumhari shikayat aa rahi hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya was too confused… he was looking from Richa to Shruti to Abhijeet…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Jus then ACP comes… he sees Daya confused and Shruti and Abhi laughing…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “ab se lagta hai CID mein sirf shaadiyaan aur hasi – mazaak hoga… kuch kaam kar lein?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And ACP leaves saying so for Vivek calls him from inside…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Still Outside…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa wasn’t crying now… she had a faint smile…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “Richa tum bura mat mano. Ye sab log aise hi hain…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “tumhara kya matlab hai ye sab log… aur waise kharabi kya hai hum mein?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “aap dono pati – patni hain?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
– “dekho Shruti ye galat baat hai… ab toh saari duniya ko pata chal
raha hai… kya yaar… main toh soch raha tha case khatam hone ke baad,
Richa ko dinner ke liye poochoin…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “Daya se pooch toh lo…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Before
Daya could speak anything… Shruti was already dragging Abhi inside…
Richa was a little blushing and Daya was highly blushing and he followed
Abhi and Shruti inside… and then Richa too…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Inside…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vivek and Freddie were pulling aside a wooden cupboard from its place. ACP see them coming…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “thank God, ab kuch kaam hoga.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The
4 late comers were silent… Abhi and Daya helped Vivek and Freddie to
move the cupboard… after moving it… they saw there was a poster behind.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “ye poster toh Lata ka hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “par ye poster yahan kar kya raha hai. Freddie, hatao isse.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Freddie
does so… and when Freddie removes it, there a little key falls from
behind it. Freddie picks the key and gives it to ACP…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Richa ye chabi kis cheez ki hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “sir mujhe nahi pata. Maine ye chabi pehle nahi dekhi.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Kaveri – “sir kahin ye chabi kisi locker ki toh nahi.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “Richa, Lata ke paas koi locker tha?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “Usne kabhi bataya toh nahi.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And
then ACP asks them all to be silent… (by actions…) when they are all
quiet.. they too hear that there are some voices from outside… and its
like someone is moving there silently…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya and Abhi take their
guns out and go out first… Vivek and Freddie cover them… the rest also
have their guns with them. ACP and Shruti are covering Richa.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Outside,
there are 7 men, all in black masks. They have guns and chains.. they
enter quietly and are hiding in the drawing room, waiting for CID to
come… Abhi is going first followed by Daya… and Abhi is about to show up
when Daya pulls him back.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “Abhijeet, dekho wahan koi hai… sofe ke peeche.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
looks at the direction Daya was pointing and there certainly was
someone hiding there. Abhi pulls the silencer of his gun and then points
towards the man… and then shoots… the man dies and then everything
happens too soon… All the others have their guns out and declare
themselves… Daya and Abhi face them all first and they are already ready
so 2 people die just after… but then the ratio was still uneven… there
was a little hand fighting and it was getting a little tough when Daya
and Freddie joined… the 4 men, ran.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP came with the others…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Vivek jao dekho… pakdo unhe.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vivek, Daya and Freddie go after them…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Abhijeet, dekho kuch milta hai kya inke paas se…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
is searching the pockets and he finds a paper bag. It was an envelope…
the usual brown envelopes. Abhi opened it and it had money. 10,000
ruppees. Abhi gave the money to ACP and then he was checking the packet…
It was addressed to this house and in the bottom left had some other
address printed.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “wohh kya likha hai envelope pe?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “sirf ye toh…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “kya?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “Sir ye envelope Hotel Ocean Waves ke gym ka hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Everyone is shocked…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">In the Hotel… Daya and Kaveri go there with Richa. Richa takes them to the manager of the gym.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Manager – “arre Richa. Kahan thi tum itne din?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “sir wohh sab chodiye. Ye CID se hain. Inhe aapse kuch poochna hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Manager – “kuch gadbad hai kya?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “dekhiye, aapke Hotel mein kaam karne wali ek ladki thi Lata. Aap usko pehchante hain?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Manager – “Lata. Ofcourse. Abhi kal hi toh aayi thi yahan.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Kaveri – “kya Lata kal yahan aayi thi?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Manager – “ji. Lata toh yahan aksar aati hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “kyun aayi thi?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Manager – “sir wohh keh rahi thi, locker se kuch samaan lena hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “Lata ka locker hai yahan?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Manager
– “nahi sir. Kisi Mr Shyaam ne liya tha. Phir ek din wohh Lata ke saath
aaye aur keh gaye ki Lata hi ab unka locker access karegi.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Kaveri – “Kal Lata yahan kitne baje aayi?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Manager – “Din ke waqt.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">kaveri – “kya hum locker dekh sakte hain?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Manager – “locker toh hai, par bina chabi ke nahi khulega.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya takes out the key…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Manager – “ye chabi aapko lata ya Mr Shyaam ne hi dee hai na?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “dekhiye Lata ka khoon ho gaya hai. Hum uske khooni ka pata karne ki koshish kar rahe hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Manager
– “kya? Lata ka khoon ho gaya? Par kal toh wohh bahut khush thi. Keh
rahi thi ki kuch din baad videsh ghumne jaa rahi hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “Lata ne mujhe toh nahi bataya.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Manager – “ajeeb hai. Keh rahi thi tum uski tyaari mein madad kar rahi ho.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “kaisi tyaari?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Manager
– “sir Richa aur Lata bahut dino se kaam par nahi aa rahi. Jab Lata
kaam par na aane ke baad, locker khol ne pehli baar aayi toh maine us se
poocha ki kya baat hai, toh kehti ki Richa ko toh kafi sadma hai Ragini
ki maut ka. Kal aayi toh kehne lagi, ki wohh videsh jaa rahi hai aur
tum uski madad karwa rahi ho.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “acha pehle chalo Locker dikhao.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The
Manager showed them the locker… Daya opened it. It had lots of money.
Daya took it all out. Then deep inside was a small bag and a diary. Daya
gave the bag to Kaveri. She opened it and it had a necklace.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “ye toh wohi necklace hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Kaveri – “jo sab marne walo ke gale mein tha?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “haan.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya
is reading the diary by now… he rushes past first few pages and then
eventually his average time on each page increases… and then suddenly,
he goes back to the previous page…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">He reads the page again… and his expressions are all changed… he is scared, angry, confused and shocked!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Kaveri – “kya hua sir?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya doesn’t listen. He is already taking his cell and calling ACP.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “sir haan, diary mil gayi. Sir bahut badi gadbad hai…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And
Daya hadn’t even completed when he heard a bullet being fired and then
Richa screamed. ACP too heard the bullet… he asked Daya to take control
while others are on the way…. Here Richa had been hit by a bullet in her
wrist. Kaveri was holding Richa with one hand and in the other, her gun
already steady. The manager was shivering with fear… Daya pushed him
behind the lockers… Daya’s gun was out now. He pulled Richa behind and
asked Kaveri to look behind and then he was moving forward… The diary
was with him…</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya knew what he had to do… he had to somehow survive with the diary
and Richa till the others reached here. It wont take them more than 10
minutes… but he could hear the time passing slower than ever…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “Kaveri locker ke peeche jaldi. Wahan se cover karo.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And
then Daya took Richa’s hand, and pulled her with him as he moved… Daya
was too careful… for he didn’t know where exactly were the bad men
hiding… and they took the advantage… they suddenly appeared in front of
him. All were masked like they were in the house. Their leader stepped
forward –</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Leader – “kyun apni jaan gavate ho? Hume
tumse koi matlab nahi hai. Ladki aur diary hume de do. Wohh saare paise
tumhare. Bologe toh doogne bhi mil jaayenge.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya remained silent…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Leader – “officer, humare paas zyada time nahi hai. Ladki ko humne maarna hi hai, kyun chahte ho ki ye yahin mar jaaye.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya
was still silent… Richa was really scared. Her hand ached like hell but
she didn’t care. Not now. She clung very tightly to Daya’s shirt.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Leader – “lagta hai isse ladki se koi pyaar nahi hai… theek hai, jaisi aapki marzi.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And
the leader points his gun towards Richa… Daya was ready, he was just
about to shoot when another of the men fell down and died. Everyone
turned to see the other CID ppl there. It was ACP who had fired… Daya
however didn’t look back. He knew it had to be CID for silently he was
counting time. It was 9 minutes 28 seconds since when he had called ACP.
Daya thanked God for this and without wasting a second moment, he took
hold of Richa’s hand and escaped. He knew he had to explain but not now…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Till
the time the bad men knew what was happening, Daya and Richa were
already rushing past them. The leader was intelligent. HE asked his men
to fight the CID and he ran after Daya… he was fast and caught Richa.
Richa used her big nails… she never imagined herself doing it nor did
she think, that she would ever but as it says – desperate times,
desperate measures…. Richa used her nails on his throat and he let her
free… Daya looked at Richa and smiled. The leader bad man, was hurt but
more shocked… he knew he missed his short and now ran out of the
building…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya asked Richa to get into the car soon and
then he took her to the most unpredictable clinic one can think of… it
was a Government run clinic. Richa got her wound cleaned. It wasn’t
easy… the people there wont help… and then Daya had to show his ID and
also ask them all to keep their mouths shut as they were on trail…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya took the public phone and then called Abhi…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “Daya kahan ho?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “Abhijeet wohh sab chodo… aur meri baat suno… tumhara ghar abhi poori tarah se nahi bana na?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And
then Daya tells Abhi something… some plan or whatever… what we cant
hear… but we see Daya speaking something in most urgency…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “Abhijeet theek hai na?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “hum pahunch rahe hain.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Fifteen minutes later…. Daya parked the car in front of Richa’s old house.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “Daya kuch toh batao kya baat hai? Hum yahan kyun aaye hain?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “Abhijeet aur Shruti, yahan hain.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “Daya mujhe bahut darr lag raha hai. Wohh log mujhe kyun maarna chahte hain?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “tumne zaroor kuch dekha hoga ya suna hoga… unhe darr hai ki kahin tum hume na bata do…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “par mujhe sach mein kuch nahi pata…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “ye unhe nahi pata”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And then Richa is really scared… Daya could see her trembling… and so he gave her a reassuring smile</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “daro mat. Main hoon na. Tumhe kuch nahi hone dunga.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa was on the verge of crying but ofcourse now she didn’t…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The
two of them, went upstairs and to the house… Daya rang the bell… and
Richa couldn’t recognize who opened the door. There was a lady in shiny
royal blue suit. She had long thick hair tied into a neat plat and wore a
little jewellery.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Lady – “ahho! Tussi aa gaye si? Assi tuada kinni der nu intezaar karya si…. Aap aao…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya
and Richa entered… Richa kept staring the lady. She knew that the lady
had to be harmless… but she didn’t recognize her and that was bad… she
kept staring her and the Punjabi lady smiled back…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “Abhijeet kahan hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Lady – “unki abhi tak pagdi nahi bandhi…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And only now Richa recognized – this was Shruti…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “aap?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “kyun bhai Daya, tumne kya kisi aur ko bulaya tha?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “nahi, main toh aapko pehchaan hi nahi paayi…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya wasn’t listening at all… he was worried and Shruti saw this…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “ruko main bulati hoon …. Suno tussi aa rahe si ki main jaun?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
came out… if Shruti was unrecognizable… have a bet Abhi would see his
ID again to confirm he was really Abhi…. Abhi wore his usual suit… but
this was different… all brown and with beard and turban… this was the
perfect Punjabi get up.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “ye pagdi zaroor giregi.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti shook her head and went to help him…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “ab sir itna mat hilao… warna giregi na…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">They both came to Richa and Daya…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “Shruti, Richa ko kapde de do…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa
looked at Daya for some kind of explaination but she got none… Anyways,
so she followed Shruti inside while Abhi and Daya talked outside…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “ab batao kya baat hui?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “Abhijeet Lata gadbad hai…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya shows Abhi the diary… a particular page…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi reads it loud…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
– “…mujhe darr lag raha hai. Aaj shyaam ke kehne par na jaane maine kya
kar dala? Shyaam ne kaha ki wohh haar party host ke gift mein daal do…
uske baad jisne wohh haar pehna tha, us aurat ka khoon ho gaya…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi looked at Daya but Daya was busy turning the page… Daya opened a page and then Abhi read again…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
– “…ye theek nahi hua… Ragini ke mini recorder ne Mithun aur Rakka ki
baat record kar lee hai. Agar Ragini ko sab pata chal gaya toh wohh chup
nahi rahegi… Shyaam ne kaha ki chinta karne ki zaroorat nahi hai…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya turned the page still further…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
– “…main apne aap ko kabhi maaf nahi kar paungi… Shyaam ki baat sunkar
mujhe drugs ki aadat lag gayi hai… main kya karun? Iss wajah se maine
ghar bhi chod diya… papa ko shaq ho gaya tha… par ab main drugs ke bina
nahi reh paati… aur aaj jab main shyaam ke ghar mein drugs le rahi thi…
toh maine dekha ki shyaam kisi aur ladki ke saath bahar se aaya… wohh
ladki bhi nashe mein thi… shyaam ne meri taraf dhyaan bhi nahi diya aur
us ladki ke saath andar chala gaya… mujhe shyaam ki baat sunni hi nahi
chahiye thi… mujhe iss aadat se chutkara paana hai…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya again turned the page…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
– “… koi sahi kehta hai… ek baar kisi buri sangati mein aa jao, toh
nikalna mushkil hota hai… maine shyaam se door rehne ki kitni koshish ki
par uske paas mere kuch gande photos hain… usne kaha ki agar maine uska
kaam nahi kiya toh wohh ye photo mere ghar bhej dega… usne mujhe drugs
bhi dee………. Jab main hotel pahunchi… toh Ragini ko sab pata tha… usne
kaha ki wohh sabko bata degi… darr ke mare maine Ragini ko maar diya…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi closed the diary…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – ‘is Shyaam ko dhoondna padega…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “ye jo koi bhi hai, bahut pahunchi hui cheez hai. Drugs aur ladkiyoin ka dhandha karta hai…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “aage kya karna hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya opened the diary again and showed Abhi some dates at the back…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya
– “ye wohh saari dates hain jin par Hotel mein khoon hua. Inmein ek
date kal ki bhi hai. Yani ke kal kisi ka khoon hona hai. Us party mein
Mr and Mrs Raichura ki jagah Main jaunga.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “akele? Kya baat kar rahe ho? Nahi… main aur Shruti jate hain…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “boss par kaam khatarnaak hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “koi baat nahi… uske baad?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya
explains the plan to Abhi… The guy Shyaam thinks that Richa knows
everything and so he is after her but in reality she doesn’t know a
thing. Now they need to somehow hide Richa till Tomorrow night. They
both agreed that Abhi and Shruti will live here as a Punjabi couple and
they will take Richa in. No one will know this and Shyaam wont ever
think that Richa went to her old apartment…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">As they were talking this, the door bell rang. Abhi answered it…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Freddie – “sir ye toh Abhijeet sir ya Daya sir nahi hain…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi decided to take it back on Freddie… Freddie had made Abhi quite in trouble in the lab and this was the time to pay.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “aaho ji, assi toh Shamsher Singh hainge…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Freddie – “dekho hum CID se hain… yahan do CID officer hone chahiye… hume aane do.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “aiwei aane do… assi ketta na ki inha koi CID SheID officer nahi henge…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Freddie
was leading the pack… he thought this is gonna be difficult and so he
just tilted his head a little and said “sir aap fikar mat karo isse main
nipat ta hoon.” Thank God Freddie didn’t look back, for behind,
everyone had guessed it was Abhi and were struggling to control their
laughs…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Freddie – “dekho tum mujhe jaante nahi ho… mujhe gussa aa gaya toh –“</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
– “toh? Arre tuane Shamsher Singh ko dhamki de haigi? Ab toh khoon di
nadiya bahengi… aji sunti ho, zara meri talwar toh laana…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Freddie gets scared…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “abhi toh tussi assi nu jaande nahi si… sade boss da naam sunkar tuana nu kuch aur sunne di icha ich nahi rendi…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Before Freddie could speak… Shruti came there… still in her get up but as she didn’t know what was going on, she spoke normally…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “kya hua? Itni loud over acting kyun kar rahe ho?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Everyone burst out laughing… including ACP. Freddie was feeling really sad…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vivek – “arre ye toh Abhijeet sir hi hain…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Freddie – “haan bas bas Vivek mujhe pata tha… main toh bas inhe mauka de raha tha…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Freddie…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And then everyone went in…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Now the plan was,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Lavanya
would walk out with Daya. Lavanya’s physique resembled that of Richa
and so Lavanya would dress as Richa and leave with Daya. Richa would
stay behind with Abhi and Shruti. Shruti was asked to get friendly with
the neighbours and find out about Lata. Meanwhile, Vivek, Freddie and
Kaveri would get employed at the Hotel and find whats happening inside.
The rest was set up for the next day – Shruti and Abhi will attend the
party as the hosts and Shruti will wear the necklace…</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Daya tum bureau jao, hum aate hain…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “sir, Daya ke liye ek aur kaam hai…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Everyone looks at Shruti…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “kya?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti produces a small plastic packet… in it there was a cut nail… Richa looks at her recently cut nail.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “sir, ye Richa ka nakun hai. Ismein kisi ki skin phasi hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">All the heads turn to Richa…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa
– “mujhe lagta hai, jab wohh aadmi mujhe rokne ki koshish kar raha tha,
tab usse hatane mein uski khaal nakun mein atak gayi…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “ye toh bahut achi baat hai… ab hum khooni tak pahunch sakte hain… Daya tum ye sample lekar abhi forensic lab jao.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Just then Richa’s phone rings… it was Sahil’s number…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “kiska phone hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “sir Lata ke fiancee Sahil ka.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP looked suspecious…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “sir Sahil aksar phone karta hai…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP nods… Richa picks up the phone</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa
– “hello… nahi main theek hoon… arre kuch nahi hua… Aunty kahan se aa
gayi? Nahi aunty main theek hoon… bilkul dard nahi hai… Sab hain mere
saath… haan bhai apne ghar mein hi hoon, aap itni chinta kyun kar rahe
ho. Nahi, dekho main theek hoon aur main aapse bahut jaldi milne aaungi…
promise. Bbye…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “kaun tha?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “sir wohh meri aunty Sahil ke ghar aa gayi thi… Unhone news par dekha ki Hotel mein mujhe goli lag gayi.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “tum toh Daya ke saath –“</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “sir Richa mere saath hi thi… isse Mrs. Dixit ne sponser kiya tha.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">There was an awkward silence…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP
– “Daya tum aur Lavanya Saluke ke paas sample le jao… aur Freddie,
Vivek aur Kaveri ko main zara doosri naukari dilwata hoon.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Everyone left…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">It was now only Richa, Shruti and Abhi in the room… Richa was holding her hand…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “dard ho raha hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa nodded…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “tum jao, thodi der so lo. Aaram milega. Waise bhi abhi tumhe kuch karne ko nahi hai…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa leaves and then its only Abhi and Shruti in the room…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “main jaakar padosi se milkar aati hoon…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “main bhi chalunga”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “nahi ji aap toh rehene do… itni badiya Punjabi hai aapki ki abhi padosi ne Police bulani hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “toh? Keh denge ki Punjab mein nahi rahe”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “acha ji… chaliye…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti and Abhi went next door… A lady opened the door…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “ji main –“</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “ji ye meri woti hain Parminder Kaur. Aur main Shamsher Singh. Hum dono ee saamne wale ghar nu rehen waste aaye si.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Lady – “haan, maine suna tha, kuch aawaz ho rahi thi. Main Priya hoon. Aayiye na.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">As Abhi and Shruti went inside… Vishal came into the room…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vishal – “kaun hai Priya?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Priya – “ye Vishal hain. Mere pati aur Vishal ye humare naye padosi – Shamsher ji aur unki patni Parminder ji…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vishal – “Richa aur Lata ne ghar bech diya? Par wohh dono gayi kahan?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti
– “ye toh hume nahi pata… kal humare estate agent ne bola ek ghar hai,
bilkul tyaar. Par bechne waloin ko jaldi hai. Hume bhi jaldi thi, kyunki
naye shehar mein rehne ke liye ghar toh hona hi chahiye… toh bas humne
aaj hi shift kar liya.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Priya – “arre aap aayiye na.. baithiye please. Kya lenge?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “nahi.. aap pareshan na ho. Hum theek hain. Aap bhi aayiye…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti
looks at her over concernt husband… but worried about only girls! And
then Abhi sees her looking and laughs… and then all 4 of them sit…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Meanwhile…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya and Lavanya were going to the lab when Daya gets a call… he gets a little worried listening to the call…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Lavanya – “kya hua sir?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya doesn’t listen to her… he is thinking all that he heard…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “Lavanya, tum car lekar forensic lab jao. Main thodi der mein aata hoon.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Lavanya – “sir sab theek hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “haan wohh informer ka khoon ho gaya na… ussi ke liye jana hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya gets out and Lavanya takes the car back… Daya stops the next auto he finds…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Further… back at Vishal’s and Priya’s…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Priya – “aap log yahan kuch saal toh honge hi?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi and Shruti look at each other…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “umeed toh hai…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vishal – “aap karte kya hai Singh sahab?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “ji… jii… ji humara export te import ka business hai. Thode fal – fruits hi export karte hain. Zyada kuch khaas nahi.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Priya – “aap bhi kaam karti hain Parminder ji?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti
– “nahi ji… humne bahar kaam karna shuru kar diya, te ghar kaise
chalega? Acha yaad dilaya… ghar mein koi kharabi toh nahi na? Koi kaam –
shaam karvana ho?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Now Priya and Vishal look at each other…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vishal – “dekhiye hum aapse jhooth nahi bolna chahte…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi and Shruti get serious…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Priya
– “aapse pehle yahan 3 ladkiyaan rehti thi… unmein se ek theek nahi
thi… uska milna julna galat logoin se tha… baaki 2 ladiyoin mein se ek
toh mari gayi or doosri kahin bhaag gayi…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vishal – “ghar mein vaise toh koi kharabi nahi hai par agar un teeno ne kuch kiya ho toh keh nahi sakte…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “e uh kharab ladki… kya thi ye?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Priya
– “Lata naam tha uska. Shuru shuru mein toh teeno hi bade pyaar se
rehti. Phir humne dekha ki Lata ko milne koi koi aane laga… aksar jab
wohh ghar mein akeli hoti thi… toh koi gunda type ka aadmi aata aur usse
kuch packet mein de jata. Ek din humne pooch kya liya.. bhadak gayi.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti and Abhi’s eyes widened… they looked at each other and then to the couple..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">After a lot of gossip about all the people of the building, Shruti and Abhi finally managed an excuse to leave…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Once
in their new home… Abhi went to the bedroom the first thing and slept…
Shruti took off the get up and dressed normally. When she went to the
room… she sees Abhi sleeping…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “Kya hua? So gaye kya?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi nodds…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “kaam nahi karna?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “aaj mood nahi…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti goes and touches his forehead. Abhi opens his eyes and sees her…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “kya?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “pakka tumhari tabiyat kharab hai.. kaam karne ka mood nahi.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “Shruti.. kyun hamesha kaam karne ka mood kyun ho?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “Senior Inspector Abhijeet…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “nahi…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti looks at him… and he pulls her down to sit with him…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “aaj nahi… aaj chutti… aaj hum sirf aapki duty pe hain…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “haaye aaj aapko itna pyaar kaise aa gaya?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti had her chin resting on her palm and Abhi was leaning against the wall… and then they began talking…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “itni baat humne kabhi nahi ki…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “kya karein? ACP sir dono ko ek saath chutti hi nahi dete..”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “isse acha toh hum bina shaadi ke the… yaad hai kitni baat ki thi humne?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “wohh meri duty thi…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “meri toh life long imprisonment ho gayi…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “acha… abhi pyaar aa raha tha aur abhi –“</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Bt before she could complete her sentence.. the door bell rang…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “aaj kismat meherbaan hai…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti smiled and went to answer the door.. when she opened the door… and oops…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">It was the neighbour Priya… and Shruti just remembered that she was without get up… Priya was shocked to see her…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Priya – “arre.. aap kaun ho?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “main.. main…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">But till then Abhi had come out to see…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “kaun hai jaan?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Bas…
this thing did everything… Priya’s eyes widened with shock.. Shruti
wasn’t in the punjabi get up.. she was looking very western in the jeans
– shirt she wore… Priya didn’t recognise her at all.. now Abhi was in
his Punjabi get up still so Priya thought Abhi has some kind of affair
and she looked at Abhi with disgusted look on her face and left…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “inhe kya hua?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “main in kapdo mein aur tum un…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “bas ab toh pooche mohalle ko pate chalega ki naye logoin ka chakkar hai..”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And just then Abhi’s phone beeps… he checks the message… and suddenly his expression changes…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “Kya hua?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi didn’t seem to listen to her…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “Richa kahan hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “andar.. par hua kya?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi didn’t wait to tell her but rushed into the room… Richa was sleeping.. Shruti followed him…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “Richa”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa didn’t wake..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “Shruti uthao isse abhi…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “Abhi kya hua?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “Daya ka message tha… wohh log isse dhoondh rahe hain.. Daya Richa ko lene aa raha hai…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “par Daya lekar kahan jaayega isse?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “Shruti samjho… Daya sambhal lega…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “hum yahan 2 hain.. wohh akela..”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “Shruti hume yahan se jaana hai…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “kahan?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “hotel”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Five
minutes later… Daya was leaving with Richa on his bike… Richa had wore a
scarf and her face wasn’t much visible the way Daya asked her to sit…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
and Shruti had their things packed… Shruti was back to her punjabi get
up and she went out for a second to check if the police they demanded
had come or not and again Priya came out of her house…</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Priya became sad seeing Shruti and silently came and hugged her…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “kya hua Priya ji?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Priya – “rab sab theek karega…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “par kya?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Priya – “aapko pata aapke pati –“</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Before
Priya could complete.. there was a bullet fired somewhere around..
Shruti suddenly had a gun out of no where and she covered Priya…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Priya got panic and was shouting..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Priya – “ye kya ho raha hai… ye bandook…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “shh..”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi had heard the firing too and he came out.. he too had his gun in his hand..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “kya hua?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “shayad neeche hain…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “main dekhta hoon…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “sambhal kar…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">But
Abhi was already going down… well he didn’t need to because 2 men
wearing masks came running up firing bullets.. Shruti pushed Priya into
her house and then went to give Abhi cover… In the next five minutes
Abhi and Shruti found themselves amidst 7 dead bodies… just then Vivek
came up…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vivek – “sir ye sab?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “mar gaye… bodies bhej do bureau.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vivek – “yani ke ACP sir ka shaq sahi tha… koi hai jisse pata hai ki hum kya kar rahe hain… aur…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “aur wohh nahi chahta ki hum us tak pahunche.. par aaj tak aisa mujrim nahi hua jise CID ne nahi dhoondha ho…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vivek – “ji sir..”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And then Vivek hands a packet to Abhijeet and leaves…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti and Abhi go inside their house…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “ismein kya hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
didn’t know either… he took out a file. Abhi took the papers and read
them… it was the party invites Mr and Mrs Raichura had sent for the
tomorrow’s party. It was a mask party and so Shruti and Abhi could
easily get in there as the hosts. The packet contained the key to their
room and then a letter from Daya…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi read it –</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">“Raichura
aur baaki 3 ki patniya ek doosre ko jaanti bhi nahi thi par in sab mein
ek baat common hai.. teeno ki company mein laakho ki hera pheri hai..
ye laakhoin rupye kisi Ankit ke naam par transfer kiye gaye hain.. ye
baat ACP sir ko nahi pata… aur batana mat kyunki koi hai jo hum par
nazar rakh raha hai… main Richa ke saath tumhare ghar par hoon.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And just then Abhi got a call.. from ACP</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Abhijeet… kya hua?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And Abhi tells about the attack…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “aur wohh parcel jo Daya ne bheja…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “sir Daya ne bataya ki wohh Richa ke saath kahin chupa hai… main phone par nahi bata sakta… hum bureau aate hain…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And Just then the bell rang.. Shruti went to see it…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">It was Police.. the entire residents of the building were here and the Police was taking the bodies of the victims…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Police – “aap log?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And then Abhi comes… he holds out his batch…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “Senior Inspector Abhijeet. Aur ye bodies kahan le jaa rahe hain?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Police – “sir aapki lab mein…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “good.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And
then Priya and Vishal were staring at Abhi and Shruti in disbelief..
Shruti had too taken out her batch… Abhi looks at them..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “Inspector.. humare neighbours ko full tight security deejiye… inko khatra ho sakta hai..”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Inspector – “ji..”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And without second glance, Abhi and Shruti leave for the bureau…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Meanwhile, At Abhi’s house…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Ruchi was sitting on the sofa and Daya got 2 cups of tea…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Ruchi smiled at him… and took a sip…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Ruchi – “tum chai itni achi kaise bana lete ho?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya smiled back…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “college ke time se roz bana raha hoon…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Ruchi – “hmmm.. College mein bhi Daya ke haath ki chai ke charche alag the…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “Tumne toh kabhi nahi kaha..”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">It
was an awkward moment.. Daya and Ruchi had been knowing each other…
they werent the best friends but they were the best team.. once Ruchi
and Daya were together for a project and the project is still spoken of
at the college… However unlike the numerous girls that fell in for
Daya.. Ruchi was always an exception… she was one of the very few who
talked to Daya normally and Daya liked her for that…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The silence grew thicker…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Ruchi – “Daya…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “haan…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Ruchi – “tumne shaadi kyun nahi ki ?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “koi mili nahi…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Ruchi – “college ke sabse popular ladke ko koi mili nahi?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “tumne bhi toh nahi ki…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Ruchi – “tum nahi mile na…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya became silent for a while and then the two laughed so loud… and then Richa’s phone beeped… message</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa
read it… Daya wasn’t bothering much.. he was busy thinking what Richa
had just said… and it was the start of something new… when Daya realised
that it had been too long that Richa was absorbed in the phone, Daya
lifted his gaze and saw that she was typing something…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Before he could ask her.. Richa spoke..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “Daya ye kya jagah hai exactly?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “kyun?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And then suddenly it all dawned on Daya… he got up and snatched Richa’s phone.. he opened the battery and took out the sim…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “Daya ye kya kar rahe ho?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya
didn’t answer… Daya took out his phone.. he then went to the landline
at Abhi’s place.. now he had an important call to make…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">At the bureau…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi was in the cabin with Shruti and ACP… the others were seeing from outside…They were asked for wait outside for a while…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “par aisa kaise ho sakta hai? Bureau ke andar ki baatein kaise kisi ko pata chalengi?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “sir par agar baatein bahar nahi gayi toh kaise un logoin ko kaise pata chalta hai ki Richa kaha hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “kuch aur hai Abhijeet jo hume nahi pata…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And then the phone rings… outside…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Freddie
picks it up… it was Daya… Daya wanted to talk to Abhijeet only bt
Freddie wouldn’t dare call Abhi right now… so Shruti who was looking at
Freddie went to see the matter…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Freddie – “Daya sir ka phone hai.. unhe Abhijeet sir se hi baat karni hai..”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “dijiye Freddie main baat karti hoon…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And Freddie gives her the phone…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “Daya… kya hua? Aap aur Richa theek ho?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “Shruti Abhijeet kahan hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “Abhi andar ACP sir ke saath… kyu bolo kya hua?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya
– “meri baat dhyaan se sunna… Richa ka phone bugged tha… jab bhi humari
location unhe pata chali.. hamesha thodi der pehle Richa ne phone use
kiya tha… kuch bahut bada hai…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “par.. ab kya karoge?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “maine Richa ke phone ka sim nikaal diya hai… phone bhi off hai.. par ab hume yahan se bhi bhaagna hoga…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “Daya suno.. jaoge kahan?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And then Abhi and ACP heard Shruti almost shouting when she knew about the bug thing… so they come out…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “kya hua?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “Daya ka phone hai.. usse pata hai bureau ki baatein un logoin tak kaise pahunch rahi hain…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP and Abhi look at each other and then ACP takes the phone…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Haan Daya bolo…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And Daya tells the entire tale again…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “good work.. ab tum phone kahan se kar rahe ho?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “sir Abhijeet ke ghar ke phone se…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “suno.. wahan rehna theek nahi.. niklo wahan se… aur ab kal shaam party par hi milenge…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “ji sir… main apna phone bhi band rakhunga…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti had told Abhi and others the matter… and as soon as ACP kept the phone down…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “sir Daya kahan jaa raha hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “pata nahi…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “par sir…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP
– “Abhijeet mujhe Daya par poora bharosa hai.. wohh apni aur Richa ki
dekhbhaal kar sakta hai… un dono ka abhi tumhare ghar rehna theek nahi…
aur abhi tum aur Shruti jao… tumhare ghar mein wohh log ghus sakte
hain…”</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi and Shruti took leave…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Freddie tum aur
Vivek kaam par lag jao… Kaveri aur Lavanya hotel mein manager hain… aur
tum dono waitors… mere saare officers ke wahan hote hue, mujhe waha koi
gadbad nahi chahiye..”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi and Shruti reach their home… it looks fine… Shruti moves forward to enter and Abhi catches her hand and pulls her back…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “kahan jaa rahi ho?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “andar…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “Shruti andar wohh log ho sakte hain…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti lowers her gun and looks at Abhi at his face…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “Abhi ye mera ghar hai… humara ghar hai…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi gets what she is feeling and he holds her hand even tightly to reassure her…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
– “Shruti… humare ghar ko kuch nahi hoga… par hum tab tak andar nahi
jaa sakte jab tak pata na chale ki andar koi hai ye nahi..”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">She
nodds at him and then they both check all windows and doors but
everything looks fine… and then they decide its safe to enter but then
as they were about to enter.. they hear a tone.. a mobile ringtone…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “shh.. koi hai andar”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi leans to listen and Shruti calls ACP…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Within
next five minutes.. there are almost 20 – 30 policemen here… when they
have all taken positions, Abhi breaks open the front door.. Shruti does
the same with the back door and with 10 men each they enter in… the rest
of the men remain out and see no one escapes… when the men inside
realise that they had been trapped… and there were firing.. lots of it…
most of the men were captured bt then Shruti saw one of them escape… she
called Abhi who was near the exit from where the man was trying to
escape.. Abhi could get the man but he fired a bullet which hit his
palm.. the man saw his palm bleeding and slowed for a second… Abhi
thought he would stop and so Abhi stopped too… but the man knew if he
will stop, he was gone… however Abhi noticed a golden bracelet on the
man’s hand… it was normal but what wasn’t usual about it was that this
man was supposed to be a paid person and how did such a man afford a
golden bracelet… so Abhi made a personal note of it but then he didn’t
think it too long… for he had to return…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">When Abhi came
back… the Police were removing the bodies.. 3 policemen had died too in
the firing… Abhi talked the thing with the Police and then they left…
Abhi couldn’t find Shruti anywhere… Abhi got really scared… the first
thought that came to his mind was horrible itself.. the Policeman didn’t
speak of a girl’s body and they knew that Shruti was also an officer…
he needed to find her… Abhi went to the place where he had last seen
her.. there was some blood there and Abhi grew really worried… there
were blood drops leading to a trail from there.. Abhi followed the
trail.. they went into the kitchen and then out.. then to the study and
out and then to his bedroom… Shruti was there lying on the bed… blood
came from her arm... She looked weak…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">She opened her eyes.. saw Abhi and smiled… Abhi was so scared… that he went and instantly hugged her…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “kya hua tumhe?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “Abhi.. kuch nahi main theek hoon…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “kitna khoon aa raha hai…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti
– “jis insaan ka tum peecha kar rahe the wohh bhagte bhaagte mujhe
chaku maar ke gaya.. isiliye toh maine dekha ki wohh bhaag raha hai…
pakda usko tumne?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “nahi bhaag gaya… par uske haath par goli lagi hai..”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
then let her go and checked the wound… it wasn’t much.. the knife had
rubbed there and it was not very deep either but it was bleeding…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “Abhi main theek hoon…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
wasn’t listening… he took out a towel and cleaned it and then put on
some anti septic and then took her to hospital and got her tetanus
vaccine done…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi and Shruti returned to Richa’s home…
as they opened the door to their home… they heard a slight sound at the
neighbour’s door… Shruti went there and knocked.. Priya.. who was
really scared.. opened the door very slightly…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “Priya ji hum hain… hum andar aa sakte hain..?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Priya opned the door and tried to smile… Abhi and Shruti went in…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “dekhiye hum jaante hain humne galat kiya.. hume aapko bata dena chahiye tha. Par …”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Just then Vishal comes from inside…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vishal – “aap log?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “Vishal ji.. hum log maafi maangne aaye hain… humare karan aap dono ki jaan khatre mein pad gayi…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vishal – “nahi koi baat nahi… aapne humari jaan bachayi…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “hum batate kaise? Pata hi nahi tha kispar vishwas karein aur kis par nahi?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">There were some sweet words and then Abhi and Shruti left…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi is sitting in the drawing room holding his head in his hands. Shruti got some tea…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “Abhi??”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi looks up…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “kya hua?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi shakes his head… Shruti gives one tea cup to him and sits beside him with her own…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “kyun pareshaan ho?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “pata nahi Daya kahan hoga…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “Abhi Daya bachcha nahi hai…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “pata hai…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “toh phir kya baat hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “pata nahi…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “Abhi??”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “Shruti pata nahi… sab badal gaya hai… dekho tumhare aane se sab kuch achcha hai par kahin –“</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “tum aur Daya door ho gaye?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi looks at Shruti…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “nahi Shruti aisa nahi hai… tumhari wajah se kuch nahi hua…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “Abhi mujhe pata hai… maine bhi dekha hai… Daya ko shayad lagta hai ki wohh disturb na kare”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “par wohh disturb kaise kar sakta hai? Tum meri patni ho aur Daya mera dost hai…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “ye baat kabhi Daya se kahi?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “kuch der pehle tak mujhe iss baat ka ehsaas bhi nahi hua tha…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti smiles…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “kya hua?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “Abhi… jo baat mann mein hai keh deni chahiye…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “kahi toh…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “tumhe kuch toh jaanti hoon… jab se tumne Daya ko Richa ke saath dekha hai… tab se tum pareshan ho…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “nahi wohh toh bas isiliye ki… pata nahi… Daya aur Richa ko saath dekhta hoon toh kuch ajeeb sa lagta hai…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “Abhi… Daya Richa ko pasand karta hai…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi looks at her really shocked…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “oh common… sabko dikh raha hai… Daya ko kabhi itna protective dekha hai? Matlab CID team ke alawa kisi ke liye…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “nahi…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti
– “Abhi… suno… tumhe ajeeb lag raha hai kyunki tum aur Daya hamesha se
bhai ki tarah rahe ho… achanak se main aa gayi toh ab Daya ko bhi koi
mil gaya hai… sab waisa hi hai jaisa pehle tha… bas Richa ke aane ke
baad ab Daya ka bhi ek ghar hoga… aur tum dono ki dosti ke beech mein
main ya Richa kaise aa sakte hain? Pata nahi tum dono ko ye kaun
samjhaye?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi was smiling…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “ab kya?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “tum CID chod kar marriage bureau kyun nahi khol leti?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti laughs…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “phir main tumhare saath itna waqt kaise bita paungi?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Both of them laugh…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">At
the same time… Daya and Richa were having a very bad time…. They were
following Sikka, one of the informers of Daya, into the narrow streets
on the Dharavi Chawls….</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “Daya hum kahan jaa rahe hain?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “tum chalo”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And after almost walking for 10 – 20 minutes… Sikka showed them one room…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Sikka – “saab ye kamra theek hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “haan aur dekh hum yahan hai iski kharab kisi ko kaano kaan nahi honi chahiye…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Sikka – “kyun tension lete ho saab? Tum daam dega na… toh tumko bhi pata nahi chalenga ki tum yahan ho.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya
got the clue and took out a brown packet from his pocket and gave it to
him. Sikka smiles and left… Daya asked Richa to go in and then
followed… Richa looked around. It was just one room, with a bed… a mat,
one table, one chair and a little space that you could call a kitchen.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “ye kahan aa gaye hum?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “aaj tum yahi rahogi…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “Daya main akele yahan nahi rahungi…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “main bahar hoon…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya was leaving…</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “Daya ruko.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “kya hua?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “mujhe yahan acha nahi lag raha…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “Richa abhi so jao. Tum thak gayi hogi. Kal zaroori din hai…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">It
was true… Richa never realized it but she had been very tired. She had
fallen asleep the moment she hit the bed and she woke directly now its 9
in the morning. She couldn’t recall where she was at first and then
slowly all came back to her… how could one day change your lives
completely… she had now known. It first appeared to be something filmy
talking of such days but it had happened to her and then she thought of
CID… they had all days like this only… one day to change everything…
Richa thanked God for knowing Daya… if it hadnt been for him… she
doesn’t know where she would have had been now…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">But where was Daya now??</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa
got up and first went to wash her face… there was a tap in the kitchen
side which was totally in bad condition but thank God there came some
water in it. The first few drops of water had just hit her face when
Richa heard some guitar strings being played… they were the sweetest
thing she had heard after long… the thing that could make her smile
during the worst of nightmares… Richa ran out to see who was playing
them and like she thought in the courtyard there was Daya with a guitar
along with the kids of the chawl…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">This tune had been
one composed by whole of the group in college – the best days of their
lives. Daya had been great at guitar those days but today imagining a
CID officer play guitar was a little different… in an instant Richa
realised how much everything had changed. They were no longer in days of
no worries… today had their fair share of responsiblities… hardly they
contacted one another… they were all left alone into the new world with
just memories of the old one…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya saw Richa and
smiled… Richa came to sit beside him… Daya kept playing the tune.. when
it got over.. all the kids there loved it and they clapped hard…
including Richa… then Daya asked them all to go for now he had work…
finally it was just Richa and Daya sitting alone…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “tumhe abhi bhi wohh dhun yaad hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “kyun nahi hogi?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “nahi ek CID officer ko guitar bajane ka time kab milta hoga?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “CID officer kya insaan nahi hote?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And then they were both speechless… for a while!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “tum aise bahar kyun aa gayi?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “kyun?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “koi bhi ho sakta hai na yahan par…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “CID officer ke saath baithi hoon… is samay mujhe kuch nahi ho sakta.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya decided to play it a little naughty…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “par ye achi baat nahi hai… tum mujhe jaanti kitna ho… kya pata main bhi bura hoon?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa
– “haan zaroor… wohh bura insaan jo mere ek baar bulane par sab chod
kar aa gaya… jo kal se meri jaan itni baar bacha chuka hai ki shayad ab
tak toh record ban gaya hoga ‘most endangered human’ … wohh bura insaan
jo apni team se alag hokar mere saath is jagah baitha hai taaki mujh tak
koi na pahunch paaye… well mujhe aise bure log pasand hain.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa
was just the perfect girl for Daya… she too had a very quiet nature
just like Daya’s… Indeed in college once a girl had said ‘they need to
be mirror images’</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya and Richa sat there for don’t
know how many minutes… both silent but still listening to the other’s
unspoken song… finally Daya’s cell phone buzzed and he got up and took
the call…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “Richa chalo time ho gaya…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa’s smile disappeared into the same fearful expression she had when Daya had seen her first two days back.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “Richa… daro mat… “</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">There
was more Daya wanted to speak… Daya felt wordless… Richa had always
been a great person to be with but having spent almost every moment with
her since two days, Daya feared what if he lost another friend?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Since
Abhi and Shruti got married, Daya had been very happy for Abhi and
Shruti had instantly become a very important part of their family but
Daya sometimes thought that he was missing something… Daya tried to
distance himself from Abhi just so the newly wed would get sometime
alone but doing so, Daya realised that Abhi had been the sole great
friend Daya had and his absense made Daya very much alone.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya
had visited all his others friends… talked to them all… but somehow none
of them were as close to Daya as Abhi… Daya could justify it just by
saying that Abhi and Daya afterall, had been together like always for
some 10 – 12 years… CID often makes you be there at duty every second
and all those seconds, Abhi was also there… Daya remembered all the
talks and laughs they shared, how they both hid mistakes of the other
from ACP, Daya also remembered when Abhi was hurt and then the times
when Abhi helped Daya out of problems… These memories always spread
smile across his face…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Though Daya knew that this was
just a momentary phase, soon the ‘honeymoon phase’ would get over and
then all will be back to normal but till then it was pretty quiet for
Daya… and then Richa resurfaced from the past… It wasn’t the case with
Richa where when 2 people meet after long, have to start it all over…
indeed somehow their friendship had been stronger than he remembered…
Richa was just like she was and Daya got a chance to be like he was in
college… years of dealing with criminals had hardened him… he liked his
life but he enjoyed his 2 days back into being the Daya he had once
been… Daya now feared when the case will be over… Richa will again go
back into her life routine and he didn’t want to loose this friend…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya
pushed the thoughts aside and then left the chawl with Richa… his bike
was there and they both went to the hotel. Freddie was waiting outside
the hotel… Freddie is dressed as a waitor…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Freddie – “sir kahan the aap… main kitni der se khada hoon…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “Freddie sab tyaar hai na?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And while taking them to a room…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Freddie – “ji sir… main waitor hoon aur Vivek manager… pata nahi usne ACP sir ko kya patti padhai…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “Freddie shikayat nahi…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Freddie – “umm.. ji sir… Lavanya beauty section mein hai aur Kaveri Richa ji ke saath manager hai.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “host pahunch gaye?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Freddie – “ji sir… Abhijeet sir aur Shruti kal raat hi aa gaye the.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Meanwhile…
in a deluxe suite of the hotel Ocean waves… Abhi had put on a very fine
black suit, white shirt and a black tie… somehow black complimented him
a lot. He had been looking at his wrist ‘golden’ watch again and again
and pacing.. and then he turned to the locked washroom room…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “Shruti jaldi karo… kitna time lagega?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “Abhi aa rahi hoon… ek minute…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And
Abhi grows further tired of waiting… and then finally after what
seemed like hours, Shruti comes out… the dress did look like made for
her only.. it was a long black gown which sparkled. Abhi couldn’t help
staring her. Shruti walked upto him but Abhi didn’t even blink…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “kya hua?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">But
before Abhi could answer… there was a knock on the door and Shruti went
to see it. There was a waitor dressed in uniform with a box in his
hand.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “ye kya hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Waitor – “madam ye jewellery store se aapke liye..”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti takes it.. the waitor stands there… Shruti stares at the parcel and then at the waitor…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “kuch aur bhi hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Waitor – “nahi madam.. bas aap isse zaroor pehene…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti
smells something suspecious… she opens the parcel and it has that same
so called jinxed necklace… even though the necklace was beautiful,
Shruti made a bad face…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Waitor – “koi problem madam?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “problem hi problem hai… kitna hi ganda set hai ye.. main ye pehenungi..”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The
waitor looked worried now… Shruti rushed in and got her cell phone and
she pretended to call the manager… meanwhile she clicked the waitor’s
pic.. and then called Vivek… Vivek was dressed as manager…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vivek – “madam koi problem?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “aapke hotel mein itne kharab set hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vivek – “I am sorry madam par humare hotel mein ye sabse acha hai…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi comes…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “kya hua?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “darling maine kaha tha na.. ye hotel D grade hai. They don’t have proper jewellery.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
– “well you don’t need it either sweetheart. Abhi ke liye apni koi
jewellery pehen lo, aur main nayi dila dunga. Agli baar manager se
kahunga kisi ache hotel mein book kare…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vivek – “madam hume acha lagega agar aap humara diya set pehene…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The waitor was a man of the killer and now he thought that so was Vivek…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “theek hai.. par aainda aisa na ho..”</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">In the party…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">It’s a mask party. All people are wearing eye
masks. All the CID members are disguised and spread except ACP and Daya…
they are nowhere around.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi and Shruti happily talk
to the guests and it’s a very natural scene as though Abhi and Shruti
are the true hosts… Richa is really scared and she was sitting to one
corner but then Kaveri and Lavanya keeo coming next to her and asking
her to mix in the crowd. Unwillingly Richa agrees…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">It
was very dramatic… the CID disguised and also we had the criminal… Vivek
was following the guy dressed as waitor for he would lead them to the
entire gang… slowly and slowly Vivek and Freddie marked a total of 5
waitors whom they thought were suspecious…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Meanwhile.. a
lot of time went by.. guests had started to leave.. and it was just
like a dozen of them when a masked man approaches Richa… he lifts his
mask a little so Richa sees him and Richa is glad to see him and hugs
him. He asks her to come outside and Richa readily agrees… all this is
viewed by Daya who was hiding somewhere in the room and he was just
watching Richa…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">As soon as the man is out of the hall,
the suspecious waitor signals another and before the CID people could
understand, a bullet brushes past Shruti’s shoulder. There are some 10
men with guns and CID team takes out theirs. Freddie and Vivek hurry at
finding the ones they suspected and shoot them… the others get alerted
and hide and there is a lot of firing.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Lavanya and Kaveri
immidiately hurried to take aside the other guests… Abhu hurries to pull
Shruti aside. Shruti has her gun in hand and she had immidiately thrown
off her necklace. Abhi had his gun out to and they were too firing.
Slowly and slowly as Lavanya and Kaveri too joined the firing, the bad
men died…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">But just then they heard Richa scream…
Everything had happened so quickly that actually no one had an idea what
had happened… Lavanya immidiately came besides Shruti as Abhi rushed in
the direction from where the scream came. Shruti was fine now… her
shoulder did hurt a lot but she had pressed it against the wall and was
firing with the other hand.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Soon all the 10 men were
down… Lavanay and Kaveri rushed to where Abhi had gone a few minutes
back… meanwhile Shruti helped the guests out safely… there was Police
here by now and they helped Shruti…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">At the same time…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa
had been called out by Sahil. He had asked her if she was fine and
wanted to talk to her and so she readily agreed to go to a less crowded
place.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya was at the same time hiding behind the
pillar watching Richa all the time and just a minute back ACP had called
informing Daya about who was the murderer… ACP was very much in the
hotel… he had Lata’s diary and was reading it and reconstructing all he
could going from one place to another and eventually he had found out…
as soon as he did, he called Daya to warn him… It all fitted… there was
only one person who was connected to Lata and Richa and only he knew
where they were headed to. How could they all miss it at first?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">But
just then Daya saw Richa move out of the room with a guy who resembled
the murderer… and so Daya instantly followed. However, it took him
sometime to clear the crowd and once he was just at the point of exit,
he heard a bullet fire… Daya glanced back to see all his team take out
their guns and Daya knew they will manage and so he went after Richa
hoping no one in the hall will get hurt…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">By the time
Daya could figure some sense where he was, Richa and the guy had
vanished. He stood alone in a corridoor with lots of doors. Each door
into a storage… a different storage everytime and in the background,
there was firing. Daya started to check each and every door… and he
couldn’t see Richa. He called her name in each room but she gave no
reply.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya had checked almost all the rooms in the
corridoor when he heard a bullet fire and then Richa scream. This bullet
didn’t sound like the distant ones in the hall and it echoed, so it had
to be somewhere near and then Daya realised Richa had screamed. Was she
hurt? He so much wanted to find her… Daya then looked at the room he
had opened, it containted towels… hundreds of towels… all clean and
nicely folded, some untidy and kept in a separate pile tagged ‘washing’.
Suddenly it struck Daya… yes there was a place Richa could be in. Daya
immidiately headed to the corridoor below and soon he heard footsteps
behind him rushing towards him… he stopped a little to see Abhi rushing
towards him. Abhi had his gun in hand…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya immidiately told Abhi what he thought and Abhi agreed to it and together they headed to the room…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Soon
Daya and Abhi were standing exactly below where Daya had stood a few
seconds back. They were facing a big room – laundry room. The laundry
room was indeed big. The hotel, didn’t send laundry outside for
cleaning, they had their own vast laundry section.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya
broke in with his gun pointing straight… no one there… Abhi and Daya
split up to check each side… Daya spotted some blood and followed the
trail and then suddenly a girl comes out of a corner pointing a gun at
him… it was Richa… her hands were covered in blood and she was hell
scared… her hair were out of place as if they were struggling to be
freed and she was sobbing… on seeing Daya, she dropped the gun and
hugged him tight… she pointed to the opposite side and spoke in broken
phrases ‘Daya khoon… uska… wohh… wahan…’</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “Richa kuch nahi hua… mat daro… main hoon yahan”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa
was mostly fine except some bruises and a cut on shoulder which was
bleeding… the blood in her hand wasn’t hers and so she must have hit
someone…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya asks Richa to pick the gun and follow him… she does so…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">At
the same time when Sahil who was hiding amongst clothes hearing CID
breaks in comes out… Abhi immidiately spots him. Sahil wasn’t fine at
all… a bullet had hit his arm and he was in pain… however he had a knife
in hand and was trying to get Abhi out of the way with it so he can
escape… Abhi had to be careful so as to not kill Sahil and yet arrest
him…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And so Abhi backs and Sahil was running when Daya
comes from behind and catches him… ACP enters the same moment and takes
the knife…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">In the bureau… Richa is hugging Shruti and sobbing… she points to Sahil… and is trying to say…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “isne maara… Lata ko… Ragini ko… aur ye mujhe bhi maarna chahta hai…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Sahil kyun maara Lata aur Ragini ko?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And he doesn’t reply and so Daya gives him a dose and then Sahil speaks it all in one go…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Sahil
– “main aur Ankit milkar drugs ki dealing karte hain. In sab ameer
logoin ki patniyaan hume paise deti thi… aur Ankit ka inse affair bhi
tha… par kisi ne in sabko ye sab bata diya.. isiliye inko maarna zaroori
tha… Ankit ke aadmi jab khoon ke baare mein baat kar rahe the toh
Ragini ne sab record kar liya… ek din usne laundry room ke bahar humare
aadmiyoin ki baatein bhi suni.. usse sab pata chal gaya… Ankit yahin
kaam karta hai… manager tha Irfan ke naam se… usne Ragini ko maar diya…
par Lata ko Ragini ke paas meri ghadi mili… wohh mujhse poochne aayi…
wohh pareshaan thi.. maine usse drugs diye.. Ankit pehle usse drugs deta
tha.. drugs se nikalne ke liye hi usne ghar chod diya… itne dino baad
drugs usse ache lage aur dheere dheere kuch hi din mein wohh drugs ki
aadi ho gayi… wohh mere liye sab kuch karti… dhamki bhare phone, khat…
sab kuch par phir uska dimaag kharab karne lagi thi ye Richa.. wohh
darne lagi thi.. isiliye usse maar diya… aur mujhe darr tha ki Lata ne
Richa ko zaroor kuch bataya hoga… isiliye isse maarna hai…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And Sahil looks angrily at Richa… wohh gets more scared… however Daya sees this and catches Sahil’s collar….</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Daya chodo isse…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya does so…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Lata’s parent’s – “Sahil tumne ye sab kiya? Hume toh vishwas hi nahi hota.. meri beti ko kyu maara?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Lavanya and Kaveri take them out…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “dekha MRS Raichura, aise logoin se milne se kya hota hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">She nods and they leave…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP
– “ab Sahil tum… kya mila itne khoon karke… kuch paiso ke liye tumhe
kitne khoon kiye… kya tum Lata ke maa baap ko unki beti lauta sakte ho?
Tumhara plan bahut acha tha par Lata ki diary ne sab bigaad diya… usne
Ankit ko tumhara dost likh diya aur Ankit bahut pehle hi pakda gaya… ab
jail mein tum dono drugs supply ka plan banana…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vivek and Freddie takes Sahil away…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “Shruti aur Richa ko chot lagi hai… inko hospital le jao…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">It
was late in the evening. Daya and Richa were laughing about something
as Shruti and Abhi entered Richa’s ward in the hospital. She was
perfectly fine now. The doctors had said she could be discharged the
next day. It took 2 weeks for Richa to recover and one of the CID
officers mostly Daya, had been beside her always to take care of her.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa sat up as she saw them coming…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “arre tum dono ne hasna kyun band kar diya?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The
nurse entered after them and announced that some papers need to be
filled before Richa can be discharged. Abhi accompanied Daya outside.
Shruti sat besides Richa…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “ghar jaane ke liye tyaar?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “ji… “</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">There was silence… both of them had things to say but none of them knew how to say them…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “Shruti.. main aap logo ka ehsaan kaise utarungi… aap logoin ne mujhe bilkul apne parivaar ki tarah rakha.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti
– “koi ehsaan nahi hai… humne jo kiya wohh humari duty thi.. aur phir
kya Daya ki dost humari dost nahi? Waise bhi ab toh tum hum sabki dost
ho… sirf Daya ki thodi na…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “haan.. main wahan jaakar aap sab ko bahut yaad karungi…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “toh mat jao”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “kya?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “mat jao…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “par main ab Mumbai mein karungi kya? Mera toh yahan koi bhi nahi…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “tumne dhyaan se dekha? shayad koi ho?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">For
sometime, everyone gathered at the bureau… afterall kaam bhi karna hota
hai Lolzz… Anyways, they were all glad Richa is fine and now she is
going back home to her parents. However, Daya was standing alone in a
corner having a file in hand but he wasn’t reading it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Lavanya passed him…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Lavanya – “Daya sir kya hua?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya didn’t respond… so everyone’s attention turned that way… Vivek came over and shook Daya…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “huh.. kya?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vivek – “sir Lavanya ne kuch poocha…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “Kya?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Lavanya – “sir aap theek hain?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya didn’t respond… Kaveri came forward…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Kaveri – “Daya sir lagta hai khush nahi hai…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Vivek – “wohh kyun?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Kaveri – “aaj Richa ghar chali jaayengi na…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya heard this..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “Toh? Tum logoin ke paas kuch kaam nahi hai.. wohh karo”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Freddie – “sir aap Richa ji ko bahut miss karoge na… wohh kitni achi friend hain aapki.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “toh? Naukari chod doon? Dostoin ke saath rahun… CID chod deta hoon…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Freddie gets scared listening to Daya shout and backs off… everyone sees Abhi and Shruti…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi goes over to Daya.. and pats on Daya’s shoulder…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “Abhijeet main theek hoon… mujhe chod do thodi der ke liye…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “Richa ko –“</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi wanted to speak but Daya cut him short…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “bas bahut ho gaya… kya Richa Richa laga rakha hai? Kaam karo…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi
too went… and Daya turned away pretending to read a file… and then
after a few minutes there is another pat on his shoulder… Daya gets
really angry and he doesn’t even turn but shouts before turning…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya – “agar aapko Richa se itna hi pyaar hai toh chale jao uske saath…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And when Daya turns… all his angry sneaks out.. it was ACP Pradyuman who had patted this time.. oops!!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “kyun Daya Richa ki baat kaun kar raha hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Daya
gets really pissed off and walks out… ACP is confused! Abhi and Shruti
explain everything to ACP that Daya likes Richa and so does Richa… ACP
gets angry…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “tum sab yahan milkar Valentines Day mana lo… kaam koi aur kar lega…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And ACP scolds everyone first but then he has a soft heart for our Daya…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “par tumhe kaise pata Richa bhi Daya ko pasand karti hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “sir wohh main keh rahi hoon na… main aap sab ko kal subah mere ghar pe saabit kar ke dikha dungi…”</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa was brought to Abhi and Shruti’s house the next morning. Her
things were brought here and nicely packed and she was to leave in 2
hours for her home.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa was in her room packing when Shruti comes in with a few wrapped gifts… she silently gives them to Richa…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “arre ye kya hain?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “kuch nahi…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “par iski zaroorat kya hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “har cheez ki zaroorat hoti hai kya? Tum itne din humare saath itne pyaar se rahi… ab phir jad hi milenge…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “aap log wahan aaoge?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “nahi tum yahan nahi aaogi kya?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “yahan kyun?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And just then Abhi enters…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “Shruti kahan ho? Chalo der ho rahi hai… kitna kaam hai…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi sees Shruti talking to Richa and stops besides her…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “koi zaroori baat?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “Abhi Richa ko kisi ne invite nahi kiya?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “kya?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa was really confused and curious now. These people had become her good friends and she liked to get along with them…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “kis baat ke liye invite?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “Richa waise Daya ko tumhe bulana chahiye… after all hum kaise uske function mein kisi ko bula sakte hain?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “Daya ka function?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “haan… Daya ki sagaai hai…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “SAGAAI?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa had almost tears in her eyes… her mouth was wide open and she was standing up…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “tumhe kya hua?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa realised she reacted too much and so he relaxed herself…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “tumhe sach mein nahi pata tha?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “nahi mujhe kisi ne nahi bataya…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “chalo koi baat nahi… ab toh pata chal gaya hai na.. ab toh aaogi?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “kisse sagaai ho rahi hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “Daya ke saath college mein thi.. tum toh jaanti hogi?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “naam?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “acha Shruti chalo.. kaam hai…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “aa rahi hoon na…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa – “Shruti uska naam?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “Richa… guestroom mein ek packet hai.. usmein uski tasveer hai.. dekh ho. Theek hai?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And
saying so, Abhi and Shruti rush out of the room… Richa first collapses
on the bed shocked and then she too rushes out towards the guest room…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi and Shruti hadnt gone anywhere… they were hiding behind the door and they see Richa run out…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “dekha maine kaha tha na… ye Daya se bahut pyaar karti hai…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “kya pata bathroom gayi ho?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti stares at Abhi in disbelief…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “Abhi… wohh guest room ki taraf bathroom kyun jaayegi?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “ye toh usse poocho…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “ABHI!”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Abhi – “acha maan liya… aapko sab pata hai…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti is smiling… and then she hugs Abhi… Abhi hugs back!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">When
Richa enters the guest room, she sees a single small box on the bed
wrapped in yellow wrapping paper… she sees no one’s around and then
tears it open… there wasa cardboard box and she opens it… there was a
frame… and she takes it out but instead on it being a photo frame, it
was a mirror and Richa saw her own face and on the mirror ‘Richa’ was
written in Daya’s hand writing… there was also a paper along and Richa
opens it and it reads a sher.. beautiful 4 lines in Daya’s handwriting…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">“kaash hum unse keh paate ki wohh na jaaye…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Kuch pal hi sahi par ye humare sang ruk jaaye…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Dekhe bina jinhe shaam dhalti nahi…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Unke jaane ke baad hum kahin marr na jaaye”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa had a faint tear in her eyes and just then Daya enters the room… he sees Richa there… with HIS POETRY in her hand…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Before Daya could say anything… everyone including ACP gathers behind him… Richa stands up…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Shruti – “kyun Richa… ab toh rukne ka bahana hai na?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Richa doesn’t know what to say…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ACP – “acha chalo sab yahan se… kaam hai bahut… Richa ke parents ko bulana bhi hai aur ab in dono ko bhi baat karne do…”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And
then Daya and Richa talk for hours and as we all know they get married
but the episode will end when all leave and Daya and Richa look at each
other and smile and then Richa comes and slightly hugs Daya…</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">***</span><br />
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Luna Lovegoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09803885763515044510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480514476051237154.post-11727115130585539132017-05-25T23:03:00.002+05:302017-05-25T23:03:46.170+05:30CID Fanfic :: Episode 1 :: The case of the poisonous needle<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Scene 1<br />We are
in a water park where all water swings are there and stuff... people
have come here for picnic and they are enjoying rides and everything.
There is a long queue for a particular swing... The Splash.. where
people in group of 2 or 3 slide down a big slide into pool...<br /><br />Simran (the first in queue) - "Raj dekho na.. kab khulega?"<br />Raj - "gaya hai na wohh kholne"<br />Tanvi - "main bhi thak gayi hoon. 15 minute se khade hain. Baki saare jhoole khul gaye."<br />Ishaan - "Tum mein bilkul sabra nahi hai.. Dekho aa gaya wohh."<br />Simran - "Main pehle... main pehle.."<br /><br />The guard comes and opens the gate of the queue and then the people operating the swing come too...<br /><br />Simran
hands over her purse to Tanvi and takes a hankerchief from her. Simran
and Raj go first. They are very excited to go... and they do.. all is
fine till the slide reaches the top point... Something sharp hits
Simran. She ignores it but within seconds, a pain develops throughout
her body and she is unable to breathe... she screams but people think
that she is screaming in fun...<br />When they come down..<br /><br />Raj - "kya hua Simran? Itna uchal rahi thi pehle aur upar kitna chilla rahi thi tum"<br /><br />Simran doesnt reponds and Raj shakes her... so Simran falls down on him. Whoever saw this shouts...<br />Tanvi and Ishaan come to help Raj carry her body out..<br /><br />Ishaan - "ye kaise hua?"<br />Raj - "mujhe nahi pata. Maine kuch nahi kiya. Abhi toh ye chilla rahi thi."<br />Tanvi - "ye toh marr gayi hai."<br />Manager - "kya shor ho raha hai?"<br />Random Person 1 - "Khoon... khoon"<br />Manager - "khoon kya hua?"<br /><br />The operator tells the manager everything...<br /><br />Manager - "zaroor aap mein se kisi ne iska khoon kiya hai."<br />Ishaan - "tumhara dimaag toh kharab nahi hai?"<br />Tanvi - "hum to Simran ke dost hain..." Tanvi is crying out too loud and pathetically!<br />Manager - "nahi main CID ko bulata hoon. Guards dekhna koi bahar na jaaye aur entry bhi band kar do."<br /><br />Scene 2<br />Freddie comes rushing in to Daya. Daya was reading a file.<br /><br />Freddie - "Daya sir, aaj bhi Abhijeet sir nahi aaye."<br />Daya - "Kya? Aaj bhi Abhijeet nahi aaya?"<br /><br />Vivek enters..<br /><br />Vivek - "nahi sir. Abhijeet sir teen din se nahi aa rahe. Kisi ko nahi pata wohh kahan hain."<br />Daya - "ACP sir ne Abhijeet ke baare mein nahi poocha toh zaroor ACP sir ne usse kisi kaam se bheja hoga."<br />Freddie - "par unhone phone bhi toh nahi kiya."<br /><br />Lavanya comes...<br /><br />Lavanya - "kahin Abhijeet sir kisi mushkil mein toh nahi?"<br />Freddie - "Abhijeet sir mushkil mein? hahaha... Abhijeet sir se toh mushkil door bhagti hai."<br />Daya - "Nahi Freddie, pata toh karna padega Abhijeet theek toh hai. ACP sir se poochte hain."<br /><br />Just
then ACP enters. He has a file in his hand and he is very busy reading
it. He walks past them... they all look at him wanting to ask about
Abhijeet but ofcourse who will dare to stop the ACP... while walking to
his room...<br /><br />ACP - "Abhijeet ko andar bhejna."<br /><br />Daya and
others are surprised... When Abhi isnt there.. how can they send him in?
And also this means that ACP doesnt know that Abhi aint here... so they
are even worried and they look at each other in surprise... and ACP
notices the unusual quiteness...<br />He stops, and also stops reading the file and stare at them while they stand in their place in shock...<br /><br />ACP - "kya hua? Aaj bureau mein itni shanti kaise? Freddie bhi chup hai..."<br />Daya - "sir woh..."<br />ACP - "kya hua Daya?"<br />Daya - "sir Abhijeet yahan nahi hai."<br />ACP - "yahan nahi hai matlab?"<br />Vivek - "sir Abhijeet sir 3 din se nahi aaye. Hume laga aapko pata hoga wohh kahan hain."<br />ACP - "kya Abhijeet abhi tak nahi aaya?"<br />Daya - "sir Abhijeet kahan hai?"<br /><br />ACP is silent.. he doesnt answer... and just then the phone rings.<br /><br />Vivek answers it.. it was informing about the murder at the water park...<br /><br />Vivek - "sir Water City fun park mein ek ladki ka khoon ho gaya hai."<br />ACP - "fauran jaakar wahan dekho."<br />Daya - "par sir..."<br />ACP - "jao Daya... main thodi der mein wahan pahunchta hoon."<br /><br />There was certainly no more arguement after this. ACP went inside his cabin while the others went out of the office.<br /><br />Scene 3<br />The
CID team is there on the scene with all their tools and stuff. The
swing is sealed. A crowd of hundreds stand outside the prohibited area
watching as the team is working.<br /><br />Daya - "Manager Kaun hai yahan ka?"<br /><br />Manager comes from inbetween the crowd...<br /><br />Manager - "ji main"<br />Daya - "acha toh yahaan ek khoon ho gaya aur tum wahan chup kar khade ho?"<br />Manager - "par mujhe kuch nahi pata khoon ke baare mein"<br />Daya - "kaun tha is ladki ke saath?"<br />Ishaan, Tanvi and Raj - "sir Simran humare saath aayi thi."<br />Daya - "Sach Sach batao kya hua yahan par?"<br />Raj - "sir humne kuch nahi kiya..."<br />Manager - "nahi sir ye ladka jhooth bolta hai. Yehi us ladki ke saath jhoole par gaya tha."<br /><br />Tanvi is sobbing badly so Daya asks Lavanya to take her away.<br /><br />Daya - "tum batao ki kya hua?" (to Raj)<br />Raj
- "sir hum chaaroin toh yahan chutti manane aaye the. Simran bahut
khush thi. Jaise hi hum jhoole par gaye, wohh chilayi. Hume laga ki darr
rahi hai par jab jhoola ruka, toh Simran mar chuki thi."<br />Daya - "kya aise hi mar gayi? Pata hai na ki koi jhoole par baithne se nahi marta."<br />Vivek - "Daya sir..."<br /><br />Vivek is sitting besides the body and examining it and Freddie is clicking pics. Daya goes to Vivek.<br /><br />Vivek - "sir dekhiye body ke nakhun ke neele hone lage hain. Isse zeher diya gaya hai."<br />Daya - "suna? Zeher diya hai ladki ko. Aise hi nahi mari."<br />Tanvi - "Kya zeher?"<br />Daya - "haan aur tum teeno mein se hi kisi ne diya hai. Tum log hi toh uske saath the."<br />Ishaan - "hum kyun zeher denge Simran ko? Hum to uske dost hain."<br />Daya - "kyun aur kisne zeher diya, wohh toh pata laga hi lenge. Par aisa kaise ho sakta haiSu ki kisi ne nahi dekha kya hua."<br /><br />Suddenly, a man from the crowd screams.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The man was holding out his camera where he had recorded the swings. It
was of the slide on which Simran died and in the camera the video was
taked when Simran was shouting.<br /><br />Daya - "Raj idhar aao. Dekho ye toh tum aur Simran hi ho na?"<br />Raj - "ji sir..."<br />Daya
- "very good. Kamal aapne CID ki bahut madad ki hai. Thank You. Kya hum
aapka camera le ja sakte hain? Case khatam hone ke baad aapko ye wapas
mil jaayega. Aur tum teeno, chalo bureau. Lavanya, body ko forensic lab
bhijwa do."<br /><br />Scene 4<br />It had been hours since he was searching
her. Not forgetting his mission, he silently searched all corridors for
her. His job was there and so was hers but there was some responsiblity
of his towards her as well. He had put her into danger. He wished he had
called the bureau and not her. Atleast she would have had been safe.
Now he didnt even know where she was.<br /><br />The mystery was that four
days back, Abhijeet's informer gave him butll informing him about a drug
deal that was going to take place at the Texas Bar the next morning.
There wasnt anything much about it except that there might be
involvement of some of the wanted people in this. When Abhi told this to
the ACP, ACP asked Abhi to work alone on this. Abhi followed two
suspects for 2 days continuously and also when the deal was on, he
caught them red handed with some Policemen. After having caught them,
Abhi was on phone with Shruti telling her that he had been successful
when firing started. A few Policemen were traitors and had given the
plan away.<br /><br />Abhi faught back with all might he could but got
injured. The injury wasnt great but still. Seeking the chance the
dealers ran away. Abhi had clicked their pics and he had to save them
whatever. So he his somewhere no one would find him but then he heard
someone call for him. It was Shruti. She had tracked him and came there
searching for him. Before Abhi could come out and declare himself safe,
he heard the men return and drag Shruti. They said that Abhi will come
to rescue her and then they can take the evidence from him.<br /><br />Now
Abhi was in the building the men said they would be and he was
desperately finding Shruti but he couldnt find her. He was first lying
unconcious in his hiding place for few hours and finally he gathered
strength and came to hunt Shruti. He hadnt called the bureau and he knew
his team will be worried. Moreover, he didnt even know for how many
hours he was unconcious.<br /><br /><br />Scene 5<br />In CID bureau, Daya was talking to the other about the case.<br /><br />Lavanya - "sir Forensic se reports aayi hain. Simran ki maut zeher se hui hai."<br />Daya - "zeher? toh kisi ne usse khane mein zeher diya tha kya?"<br /><br />Just then Saluke enters.<br /><br />Saluke - "Nahi Daya. Is ladki ki maut sirf zeher khane se nahi hui."<br />Freddie - "sirf zeher khane se matlab?"<br />Daya - "kya isse ek se zyada zeher diye gaye?"<br />Saluke - "poore 7 zeher. Is ladki ke shareer mein 7 zeher hain."<br />Freddie - "saat? Par kisi ki body mein saath zeher kaise ho sakte hain?"<br />Saluke - "kyun nahi ho sakte Freddie?"<br />Daya - "toh kya is ladki ne saat zeher khaye?"<br />Saluke - "Nahi"<br />Daya - Nahi?"<br />Saluke - "bilkul bhi nahi."<br />Daya - "toh phir?"<br />Saluke
- "is ladki ko koi kai dino se zeher de raha hai. Choti matra mein
zeher roz iske shareer mein jaa raha tha. Aaj kisi ne iski chai mein
zeher milaya. Iske lungs mein bhi thoda zeher hai. Aur iske shareer par 3
chote ched hain, jaise kisi ne sui chubhayi ho. Un teeno se zeher daala
gaya hai."<br />Freddie - "Ye ladki roz zeher kha kar bhi zinda thi?"<br /><br />Just then ACP enters... Daya starts telling the case report -<br /><br />Daya - "sir Dr. Saluke bol rahe hain ki -"<br /><br />But ACP cuts him short...<br /><br />ACP - "ek minute Daya. Pehle zara mere cabin mein aao."<br /><br />Saying so, ACP goes into his cabin.<br /><br />Saluke - "Kya baat hai Daya?"<br /><br />Everyone stares Daya as Daya goes inside ACP's cabin...<br /><br />Daya - "ji sir."<br />ACP
- "Daya meri baat dhyaan se sunna. Abhijeet aur Shruti kisi musibat
mein hain. Is baat ko main sabko nahi bata sakta kyunki Abhijeet out of
the way jaakar kaam kar raha tha. Shruti toh sirf wahan Abhijeet ki
madad karne gayi thi aur ab dono lapata hain. Main chahta hoon tum apne
informers ki madad se jaldi se unka pata lagao."<br /><br />Daya is speechless...<br /><br />ACP
- "Tumhari car mein ek file hai jismein saari zaroori batein likh dee
hain. Tum abhi nikal jao. Aur haan, mujhe lagatar batate rehna. Zaroorat
pade toh bula lena."<br />Daya - "ji sir"<br /><br />And Daya turns to leave...<br /><br />ACP - "Daya..."<br />Daya - "ji sir."<br />ACP - "apna khayal rakhna. Mujhe mere saare officers wapas chahiye"<br /><br />Daya smiles and leaves...<br /><br /><br />Scene 6<br />Abhijeet
is really confused. He figured it out that he is in the basement of
some building but cant tell which. There are all kinds of things here -
bed sheets, trolleys, trays, scissors, cotton, paper, hay stacks, ropes,
tanks, pipes and what not. This had to be a common godown. However
there were somethings that Abhijeet recognised in the darkness - there
were bandages too. Certainly there had to be some connection of a
hospital...<br /><br />Just then he heard a voice... far away he could see light... 2 people were coming...<br /><br />Man 1 - "Wohh upar Doctor ne dibba mangwaya hai."<br />Man 2 - "kaun sa dibba?"<br />Man 1 - "jismein chaku - churi hain..."<br />Man 2 - "acha jao - wahan us taraf rakha hai."<br /><br />The
man showed the man somewhere near Abhi.. jus then Abhi got a plan.. he
hid behind some boxes there waiting for the man to approach.. as the man
came there.. Abhi put his leg out to make the man fell and in the
darkness the man did fell.. He shouted loudly in pain and the other man
came with torch to help...<br />Abhi saw his chance and ran towards the
door. The other man had left the keys in the lock to rush to the man who
had fallen. Abhi closed the door behind him and locked it too. He was
in the parking area of some hospital.<br /><br />Something in ABhi's mind
asked him to go into the hospital. He wasnt as it is feeling good and he
knew that he must have looked pathetic too... so he entered the first
room he saw. Luck favoured him and he was in a room where the compunders
would sit as there were many spare clothes. Abhi quickly changed into
one and modified his look.<br /><br />Scene 7<br />Daya was really stuck! He
read the file thouroughly. The file said that Abhi reported a
businessman to be at the place of trade but when Daya investigated about
it, the businessman was in hospital for over a week. Some 10 days back,
two men on bike fired at the man when they failed to get money out of
him. There was a proper Police record of the same. But how was this
possible.<br /><br />Daya decided to go to the hospital himself and find out.<br /><br />He went to the Mala Jeevan Hospital which was owned by a friend of the businessman - Bansilal, the exporter or furniture goods.<br /><br />Daya
entered the hospital and went to the reception. He held out his batch
and said - "Main CID Senior Inspector Daya. Mujhe Bansilal ji se baat
karni hai. Wohh yahin bharti hain na?"<br />Receptionist - "ji sir wohh
yahin par admit hain par abhi unse milne ki kisi ko permission nahi hai.
Par main aapko unki family se milwa deti hoon. Ek minute... Suno ward
boy"<br /><br />The receptionists calls a wardboy who was passing by...<br /><br />Receptionist - "ye CID officer hain. Inhe Bansilal ji ki family se milna hai. Inhe unke paas le jao."<br /><br />The
ward boy nods and walks away. Daya says 'thanks' to the receptionists
and follows. It was quite early and so there wasnt much rush in the
hospital. There were only the attendants of the patients admitted and
some staff around. The attendant led Daya through long corridors and
passing many wards. Daya was looking around when he saw a woman inside a
room through the corner of his eye... she looked familiar and somehow
he couldnt help concentrating on her...<br /><br />She was muttering something which he could faintly hear like "maara... wahan... goli... Abhijeet"<br />The last word rang a bell... Daya stopped outside the room and opened the curtain... Shruti lay there unconciously speaking...<br /><br />Daya rushed inside. Shruti was there, safe but not in senses. The wardboy came inside with Daya..<br /><br />Wardboy - "sir, yahan nahi. Aage hai room."<br />Daya - "ye kaun hai?"<br />Wardboy - "pata nahi sir."<br />Daya - "sister ko bulao."<br /><br />The ward boy went and came a lil while later with a sister...<br /><br />Daya - "sister ye kaun hai?"<br />Sister - "sir pata nahi. Inke saath koi nahi hai."<br />Daya - "kya hua inhe?"<br />Sister
- "chloroform ki overdose ho gayi hai. 2 din se behosh hain. Kisi
Abhijeet ko baar baar yaad kar rahi hain. Shayad kisi hamle mein zakhmi
ho gayi hain. Kya aap inhe jaante hain?"<br />Daya - "haan. Ye mere saath kaam karti hain. Inka jo bhi bill hai le aao. Inka yahan se jaana zaroori hai."<br />Sister - "par sir ye abhi theek nahi hain. Aap yahan se inhe aise hi nahi le jaa sakte. Iska police case banega."<br />Daya
- "sister aap saare bills banwayiye. Inka yahan se jaana bahut zaroori
hai. Inka ilaaj hum ache se karwayenge. Aur Police report ke liye, CID
bureau se letter aa jaayega."<br /><br />The sister and the wardboy went and
did as Daya asked. Daya immidiately called ACP and told her that he
found Shruti and that ACP should fax the required documents to the
hospital for her to be out of here immidiately.<br />ACP was glad that Daya found Shruti and faxed the papers.<br /><br />Meanwhile,
Daya went to Shruti and sprinkled some water on her face... and called
her name.. Only after a few attempts, Shruti gained conscious...<br /><br />Shruti - "Daya... Abhijeet kahan hai?"<br />Daya - "Shruti aap aaram karo..."<br />Shruti
- "Abhijeet doosri taraf se fire kar rahe the. Maine bhi 2 - 3 logoin
par fire kiya par koi peeche see aaya aur mere sir par zor se maara.
Uske baad mujhe kuch yaad nahi... Jab hosh aaya, toh yahan par thi...
aur mere haath mein glucose ki bottle laga rakhi thi. Jab glucose chadta
toh mujhe neend aa jaati. Ye log mujhe behoshi ki dava de rahe hain."<br />Daya
- "Shruti aap pareshan mat ho. Ab aap theek ho. Dr. Tarika aapko lene
aa rahi hain aur wohh yakinan aapka bahut dhyaan rakhengi."<br /><br />Shruti still wanted to ask about Abhijeet but Daya asked her not to take tension now.<br /><br />Soon
the sister returned with the bills. The fax had come and so everything
was clear. He paid whatever the amount was and then the sister asked him
to take the undertaking.<br /><br />Sister - "sir, aap inke kya hain? Agar aap relative nahi hain toh aap inhe nahi leja sakte."<br />Daya - "chinta mat kariye..."<br /><br />Shruti smiled from behind and completed the sentence...<br /><br />Shruti - "ye mere bhai hain." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Scene 8<br />Abhijeet searched the whole hospital but he couldnt find a
clue about Shruti. He needed to find her at all costs but how... He
walked past a ward when a sister called to him... at first he didnt
respond for he was not habitual of being addressed as a wardboy but then
he realised that he was disguised.<br />He went... The sister gave him a
wheel chair to be taken for a lady who was taken out of here now. Abhi
was anything but interested. He delivered the chair outside the room and
then was sent to fetch clean bedsheets...<br /><br />When he came back, a
man in black was wheeling a lady on the wheel chair out of the room.
Abhi went inside to clean the room... nothing in the room really
bothered him. He wanted to clean fast enough and be out. At a real fast
speed, he changed the bedsheet and threw the dirt... and then he found a
ring, a chain and a pair or earrings. He picked them up for they
couldnt be thrown in trash and was going to deposit them... on the way,
he was just playing with the ring when he noticed something...<br /><br />he
looked at the ring carefully and yes, it was the very same ring that he
had given Shruti for their wedding. Also the chain and the earrings
belonged to Shruti...<br />Abhi pocketed these and realised that the lady
who just went was Shruti... he ran after her to stop her but he saw a
big black car go... the car belonged to CID and now he was sure that
Shruti was safe. Now he could simply concentrate on the case.<br /><br /><br />Scene 9<br />Freddie - "dekh Vivek mujhse behas mat kar. Ab main incharge hoon."<br />Vivek - "Freddie sir maine kab mana kiya. Par aapko nahi lagta hume wahan jaana chahiye."<br />Freddie - "maine mana kiya na."<br />Lavanya - "par sir aap is slide par kyun nahi jaana chahte?"<br />Freddie - "nahi.. wahan khatra hai."<br /><br />Just then ACP comes...<br /><br />ACP - "haan kya hua?"<br />Vivek - "sir Freddie sir slide par jaane ko mana kar rahe hain."<br />ACP - "kyun Freddie?"<br />Freddie - "sir mujhe lagta hai ki uspar jaane se maut hui hai."<br />Vivek - "kya Freddie sir, Raj bhi toh Simran ke saath tha jhoole par. Usse toh kuch nahi hua."<br />ACP - "nahi Vivek... mujhe lag raha hai Freddie ne sahi kaha."<br /><br />Freddie is himself surprised that he said the correct thing... Just then Freddie gets a call... he answers it..<br /><br />ACP - "haan Daya. Bahut Acha.. haan tum dono ruko wahin, hum aa rahe hain."<br /><br />And then ACP asks them all to leave for bureau...<br /><br /><br />Scene 10<br />Daya and Shruti are there in the bureau when all others come there.<br /><br />ACP - "Tum theek ho Shruti?"<br />Shruti - "ji sir."<br />ACP - "Excellant. Vivek zara wohh video recording dena jo us aadmi ne diya tha."<br /><br />Vivek plays it. And when it comes to the scene where Simran shouts, ACP asks to rewind and play it slowly...<br />And when they do, and focus it.. they see that a pin came from somewhere which hit Simran and caused her to scream.<br /><br />ACP - "aajkal Freddie ki baatein badi sahi nikalne lagi hain. Kya baat hai Freddie?"<br /><br />No one speaks anything.<br /><br />ACP
- "Vivek, tum jaakar Dr. Saluke se is pin ke baare mein pata ko.
Shruti, tum aur Lavanya Simran ke parents ko bulakar unse pooch taach
karo. Saath mein baki teen baccho aur unke mata - pita ko bhi bula lo.
Freddie tum Kaveri ke saath jaakar wahan jhoole ke paas dhoondhoin kahan
se pin aayi... aur Daya zara chalo saath mein."<br /><br />ACP walks to his
cabin and others set to do their jobs.. Daya follows ACP inside and
Shruti is the only one who sees them go inside and follows them.<br /><br />ACP - "Daya kya pata chala?"<br />Daya
- "sir main jaise hi hospital pahuncha, Shruti dikh gayi, toh mujhe
laga ki pehle inhe wahan se nikalna zaroori hai. Shruti ki baat sunkar
laga ki unhe koi samay samay par neend ki dawai de raha tha. Zaroor
Shruti ne kuch dekha hoga jiska unhe darr ho."<br />Shruti - "sir main andar aa jaaun?"<br />ACP - "haan Shruti aao. Daya tum jao aur mujhe batate rehna kya pata chala."<br />Shruti - "sir main bhi jaana chahti hoon. Abhijeet musibat mein hain toh main unki madad karna chahti hoon."<br />ACP
- "Shruti suno. Jis tarah tumhe Abhijeet ki parwah hai, usse bhi
tumhari hai. Wohh nahi chahega ki tum musibat mein pado. Mujhe mere
officer par poora bharosa hai, wohh apna khayal rakh sakta hai. Aur
madad ke liye main Daya ko bhej raha hoon na. Agar Abhijeet ko pata
chalega ki tum khatre mein ho, toh wohh apna dhyaan kaise rakh paayega?"<br />Daya - "Shruti aap pareshan mat ho. Main Abhijeet ko bilkul theek le aayunga."<br />Shruti
- "Maine kab kaha ki aap Abhijeet ka dhyaan nahi rakh sakte. Bas main
bhi jaana chahti thi par kabhi kabar duty karni chahiye."<br /><br />She laughed saying so and ACP and Daya smiled.<br /><br />Shruti went and joined Lavanya in calling the people to the bureau and Daya went away...<br /><br />Scene 11<br />Abhijeet
wondered what he would do next as he carried helped a patient out of
the lift. ABhijeet thought of a plan - he would be here as a ward boy
and try to get at the businessman. He had surely seen him there during
the drug deal then how could he be there in the Hospital for days?<br />Abhi
preferred to help people critically ill as the businessman was there in
VIP ward with lots of security and the only way to get there was as a
member of staff. So here he was, helping people into their rooms.<br /><br />As
Abhi passes the businessman's room, he heard some shouting inside...
someone was really loud for Abhi could he him clearly outside.<br /><br />Man
- "Kya? Kisne us ladki ko jaane diya? Tum sab bewakoof ho... Us ladki
ne apna muh khol diya, toh hum sab musibat mein aa jaayenge. Jaante ho
kaun thi woh?.."<br /><br />Abhi couldnt hear more as he had to keep moving..<br />While
going back, he wished some miracle would happen and he could go inside
the business man's room and a miracle did happen. Someone from inside
asked the guard outside to call a wardboy... they called Abhi and he
went inside rather glad!<br /><br />Abhi - "ji"<br /><br />The businessman
looked perfectly fine. The owner of the hospital - Vijay Singh, was also
there. Both looked rather furious. 2 women were also there in the room.
One of them came towards Abhi. She looked older like the businessman's
wife..<br /><br />Wife - "wohh doosre wardboy kahan hai?"<br />Abhi - "pata nahi ji. Shayad wohh kisi patient ko lekar gaya hai."<br />Singh - "acha tum, jao khane ke liye kuch lekar aao aur Nihal se kaho us CID officer ko lekar aaye."<br /><br />Abhi
nodded and left. As he was once out of sight, he gave a sigh in relief
but before long, one of the guards waiting outside the room, joined him.
Abhi seized his chance and grew friendly with the guard. He pretended
to be one of the wardboys knowing everything and it was quite easy to
get things out of the guard.<br /><br />The guard told Abhi that ofcourse
the businessman wasnt in hospital for long. Indeed the CID officer's
wife who escaped from the hospital had injured him during the firing. He
and Vijay Singh are equal partners in the drug deals. During that
particular deal, Vijay SIngh was stuck in some work and so was late.
When he arrived to the scene, the bullets were already firing. He saw
the officer's wife shout for her husband and then fire at the
businessman. Vijay Singh, saw this and attacked her. He thought that he
had seen her when he hit her head with a rod.<br /><br />As they couldnt
find the officer, they announced before leaving that they were taking to
some building though they didnt tell that its the hospital's basement.
They told a map by which he would enter through backdoor and would never
figure that he was in the hospital.<br /><br />Now the things were clearing
in his mind. Abhi had known all he should have about what was
happening. All he now needed to do was collect proper evidence and
ofcourse call at the bureau. He hadnt even once called at his office in
days and he knew that they were looking. He also wanted to warn Shruti
that she was in danger.<br /><br />Abhi thanked the guard for the story and
then left to take the lunch. Nearly some 15 minutes later, as Abhi came
out of the businessman's room serving him lunch, he saw Daya coming with
another wardboy. Abhi tried his best to catch Daya's attention but Daya
was busy trying to get something out of the wardboy's mouth. The
wardboy was however mixed with the people and simply refused to speak
anything... he was however surprised to see Abhi there. He knew all the
staff of the hospital then who was this and what was he doing here?<br /><br />Wardboy - "tum kaun ho?"<br />Abhi - "kya?"<br /><br />Before
the wardboy could speak anything, the guards outside the room asked
them all to disperse and not make sounds so as to let the patient rest.
Daya looked back at the wardboy who had come out of Businessman's room
and he noticed that he was wearing Abhi's wedding ring... this was ABhi
then!<br /><br />Daya rushed to catch up and was just in time to be in lift
with him. But the other wardboy was somewhere clever and came rushing
too. Daya didnt care for this wardboy...<br /><br />Daya - "Abhijeet?"<br /><br />Before Abhi could say anything...<br /><br />Wardboy - "mujhe pata tha tum yahan ke nahi ho. Main bataunga.."<br />Daya - "bataoge tab na jab batane layak rahoge..."<br /><br />Before
the lift came to a halt at the ground floor (from the 5th floor) Daya
and Abhi were aiming a gun each at the man and asked him to walk
quietly. He already had had Daya's dose to disobey. </span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Scene 12<br />Everyone in the CID bureau were watching the video tape they had taken from the person Kamal from the adventure park.<br /><br />ACP - "haan bas Vivek, ab dheere chalana, dekho, wohh wahan ussi jhoole par toh Simran ki maut hui."<br /><br />And
what CID sees shocks them all... They zoom to see it again.. when
Simran is at the swing, she suddenly, holds her neck where there was a
needle struck.. and so somebody at the adventure park must have planned
Simran's murder.<br />As CID discuss this, Daya and Abhi return.<br /><br />Freddie - "Dekho, Abhijeet sir aur Daya sir aa gaye."<br /><br />Everyone goes and meets Abhi...<br />ACP welcomes him...<br /><br />ACP - "tum theek toh ho na ABhijeet?"<br />Abhi - "ji sir."<br /><br />And
then ACP sees Abhi's eyes going past ACP into the very back of the
room, where Shruti is standing. Everyone turns to see... Shruti didnt
come to meet Abhi. She stood where she was smiling to see Abhi and Abhi
couldnt help smiling back.<br /><br />Five minutes later,<br />Shruti and Abhi sat in the canteen talking over coffee.<br /><br />Abhi - "tum theek ho."<br /><br />Shruti didnt say anyting, just nodded.<br /><br />Abhi - "kya hua?"<br />Shruti - "kuch nahi."<br />Abhi - "kuch bologi nahi?"<br />Shruti - "kya?"<br />Abhi - "arre hamesha toh kitna bolti ho. Ab itni chup kyun ho?"<br /><br />Shruti shook her head...<br /><br />Abhi - "Coffee pasand nahi aayi kya? Bhaiya kaisi Coffee - "<br /><br />Before Abhi could scold the person there for a bad coffee, Shruti raised her eyebrow and he stopped and laughed..<br /><br />Abhi - "toh phir bolo."<br />Shruti - "ek vaada karoge?"<br />Abhi - "ek? Aur shaadi ke time jo saath vaade kiye the?"<br />Shruti - "Abhijeet?"<br />Abhi - "acha ab aur mazaak nahi. Bolo. Tumhari koi baat taali hai jo ab nahi manunga?"<br />Shruti - "agli baar kahin bhi jaoge, main saath chalungi."<br />Abhi
- "Shruti tumhe toh nahi samjhane ki zaroorat na. Humari job mein in
sab ke liye time nahi hai aur tum jaanti ho ye. Personal aur
Professional life ko mix nahi karte."<br />Shruti - "jaanti hoon par isse pehle main itna kabhi nahi dari."<br /><br />Shruti
had a tear in her eye by now.. Abhi couldnt see that (so sweet) and so
he got up (he sat opposite her) and went to sit beside her..<br /><br />Abhi - "CID officer hokar darna? Kyun darti ho?"<br /><br />Shruti didnt speak...<br /><br />Abhi
- "Arre bhai kahan jaunga? Chalo wada hum apni 60th anniversary cruise
par manayenge. Tab tak hamesha tumhare saath rahunga."<br />Shruti - "aur uske baad?"<br />Abhi - "kamaal ki ladki ho. Tab tak saath ho, iska kuch nahi, uske baad ki zyada chinta hai"<br /><br />Shruti
had wet eyes but now she wasnt crying. Instead she was looking at Abhi,
smiling through wet eyes. She raised her eyebrows for him to tell her
what was on his mind...<br /><br />Abhi - "well theek hai. Uske baad cruise pe kisi happening bandi ke saath bhaag jaunga."<br /><br />Abhi
laughed saying so and Shruti kind of was beating him with fists but
that was very playful and just then Abhi's cell rang... break over and
they had to be back at work.<br /><br /><br />Scene 13<br />CID was at Simran's home. Simran's parents, Raj, Ishaan and Tanvi were also there.<br /><br />Simran's mom - "kuch pata chala ACP sir?"<br />Tanvi - "aapne hum sab ko yahan kyun bulaya hai?"<br />ACP - "pata chal jaayega sabko. Simran ki maut zeher ki wajah se hui hai. Koi usse roz zeher de raha tha."<br />Simran's mom - "Kya?"<br />ACP - "ji. Kya hum Simran ke kamre ki talaashi le sakte hain?"<br />Simran's dad - "zaroor."<br /><br />And CID searches her room. They find nothing specific.. meanwhile Daya and Shruti are talking to Raj, Ishaan and Tanvi.<br /><br />Daya - "dhyaan se, soch kar batana, Simran ki kisi se dushmani thi? Koi ladai hui ho?"<br />Raj
- "nahi sir. Simran ko toh sab bahut pasand karte the. Mazaak mein
kabhi kuch keh de toh baat alag hai, par warna toh sab uske saath ache
se rehte the."<br />Shruti - "college mein koi baat hui ho? kisi se jhagda? Ya Kisi Professor se?"<br />Tanvi - "nahi maam. Tanvi toh bahut seedhi ladki thi."<br />Daya - "seedhi ladkiyoin ka yahin kahin khoon toh nahi hota rehta. Uska hua hai toh zaroor koi baat hogi."<br /><br />Just then Vivek comes to ACP who is talking to Simran's parents.<br /><br />Vivek - "sir room mein ye kuch magazines hain."<br />ACP - "kaisi magazines?"<br />Vivek - "sir college ki annual magazines hain.."<br />ACP - "dekho toh inmein kya hai..."<br />Vivek - "sir in magazines mein se ek ke kuch page phate hain..."<br />ACP - "dikhao"<br /><br />Vivek
shows the pages.. only the heading of the first page torn was seen, and
it looked like the rest of the article is torn.. the heading the the
page which was torn said "Simran .." (there was more to heading)<br /><br />Simran's mother - "Ye toh Simran ka article hai"<br />ACP - "kya tha is article mein?"<br />Simran's
dad - "Simran magazine ke editorial mein kaam karti thi. Ek din usne
aur Raj ne, kuch ladko ko ek ladki ko tang karte dekha... wahan Simran
ne college ke teacher ko bula liya, jinse darr kar wohh ladke bhag
gaye... uske baad Simran aur Raj ne ye article diya, jismein unhone un
chaaro ladko ke naam diye. In ladko ke khilaf college ne action liya aur
chaaro ko resticate kar diya. Inke khilaf Police complain bhi hai."<br />ACP - "Raj..."<br /><br />Raj comes..<br /><br />ACP - "Raj is article ke baare mein kya jaante ho?"<br /><br />Raj
tells all the same.. he tells that the four boys were Nakul, Vicky,
Siddharth and Karan... all 4 of them have now left the city...<br /><br />Just thn Abhi calls ACP...<br /><br />ACP - "haan Abhijeet bolo... kya.. acha.. usse pakad ke rakho... hum abhi aa rahe hain."<br /><br />then to his team..<br /><br />ACP
- "lagta hai ab khooni pakda gaya. Vivek tum Raj ka statement le lo.
Hum log zara amusement part jaa rahe hain. Abhijeet or Freddie ko wahan
koi mila hai."<br /><br /><br />Scene 14<br />In the amusement part...<br /><br />Freddie and Abhi are with a man.. he looks like a mechanic. He is scared and stuff... Just then ACP and others enter...<br /><br />ACP - "haan Abhijeet, batao kya mila?"<br />Freddie - "sir aap humesha Abhijeet sir ko hi kyun poochte ho? Aaj maine isse pakda.."<br /><br />ACP raises and eyebrow towards Abhi..<br /><br />Abhi - "haan sir, aaj toh Freddie ne hi pakda isse..."<br />ACP - "arre wah Freddie... toh chalo tum batao kaise pakda."<br /><br />Freddie gets tensed..<br /><br />Freddie
- "sir wohh hum dekh rahe the ki pin kahan se aayi.. aur phir..
Abhijeet sir aap bolo na. Har waqt saara kaam main kyun karun? isse
pakda na. Kahani Abhijeet sir sunayenge.."<br />ACP - "Abhijeet chalo tum hi batao.."<br />Abhi
- "sir, iss pole ke upar machine chupa ke rakhi hai.. jab humne yahan
kaam karne wale sabhi logoin ko bulaya.. toh ye bhagne laga.."<br />ACP - "haanji.. ab aap sach ka raag sunayenge.."<br />Man - "saab maine kuch nahi kiya.. main bekasoor hoon"<br />ACP - "nahi nahi.. doosra wala sach.."<br />Abhi - "dekho seedhe tareeke se bolo warna... "<br />Man
- "saab maine ye khud nahi kiya.. ek ladki aayi thi.. usne ye machine
dee aur 5000 rupye diye. Kaha ki machine ka muh udhar kar ke laga do
taki kisi ko dikhe na. Mujhe nahi pata tha ki wohh ladki khoon karegi."<br />ACP - "dikhti kaisi thi wohh ladki?"<br />Man - "pata nahi saab.. maine dekha nahi usko. Wohh burkha pehen ke aayi thi"<br />ACP - "yahan aayi thi?"<br />Man
- "ji saab. Pichle hafte mangalwar ko aayi thi. Main kaam khatam kar
shaam ko ghar ke liye nikal raha tha toh ek lambi gadi mein aayi aur
mujhe bulaya..."<br />ACP - "mangalwar.. aur Simran ki maut hui shukravaar
ko. Yani ki machine roz nahi chalti... ye zaroor remote se chalti hai
aur wohh ladki Simran ke saath yahan aayi thi... koi Simran ka peecha
kar raha tha.. acha gadi ka number yaad hai?"<br />Man - "nahi saab.."<br />ACP - "gadi ke baare mein kuch toh yaad hoga... kuch bhi.."<br />Man - "haan saab.. sunhere rang ki gadi thi.. lambi.. aur uspar ek bichchoo bana tha.. darwaze par."<br />ACP - "very good... Freddie pata karo shehar mein aisi kitni gadiyaan hai. Unke maliko ko bulao.."<br /><br />Just thn Daya gets a call...<br /><br />Daya picks up... "Hello.. haan.. mil gaya.. badiya hai.. nahi.. aa rahe hain.. ruk wahi tu."<br /><br />Daya goes to ACP..<br /><br />Daya
- "sir aaj wakai bada acha din hai. Us compounder Heera ne kafi kuch
ugal diya.. agar samay se pahunch gaye toh Hospital mein raid kar
bahutoin ko pakad sakte hain."<br />ACP - "phir ruke kyun ho? Chalo.. aur wahan Police ko bhi keh do aane ko." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">CID is outside the hospital..<br /><br />Abhi - "Daya main aage jaata hoon, tum cover karo."<br />ACP
- "nahi Abhijeet... unhone tumhe dekha hai... Vivek tum jao, Police
tumhe cover karegi.. aur Abhijeet tum aur Shruti jao undergorund godown
mein. Jo milta hai, pakad lo. Daya aur main dekhte hain kitne akhbaar ke
chehre hum daboch sakte hain."<br /><br />And all this happens..<br /><br />Vivek enters the hospital and runs to the lift with 5 - 10 cops and they go to the third floor..<br /><br />Abhi
and Shruti have their guns out and along with 4 - 5 cops they run the
length of the corridor and are back in front of the door of the
godown...<br /><br />ACP goes to the reception and gives instructions..<br />ACP - "koi bahar nahi jaayega. Hospital ka kaam jaise chal raha hai chalne do"<br />Sister - "par sir aap log kaun hain?"<br />ACP
- "hum CID se hain.. sister yahan ek bahut khatarnaak khooni bhaag kar
chupa hai. Par aap log dare nahi. Hum usse zaroor pakad lenge. Acha abhi
aap apne register dikhayiye.. kaun kaun admit hai yahan? Daya Vivek se
bluetooth par bane rehne.."<br />Daya - "ji sir.."<br /><br />Vivek and the
other cops exit the lift at the top floor all guns out.. some staff
there is running here and there in hurry, they see CID and panic.. the
cops catch them immidiately and then the rest of them moves towards the
door.. Vivek keeps one hand on the door...<br /><br />Abhi and Shruti open
the door with a bang.. the room is no longer like Abhi remembered it..
it was well lit.. and the back door was open.. back door was big enough
to allow a truck in and a truck was indeed there.. and a couple of
people were hurried moving things in it... The cops catch them.. while
Abhi talks on phone..<br /><br />Abhi - "Daya.. suno yahan ye log samaan truck mein bhar ke le jaa rahe hain. Bahar Kaveri aur Lavanya se kaho pakde inhe.."<br /><br />Daya - "theek hai Abhijeet.. ab tum Vivek ko cover do."<br />Daya - "sir wahan packing chal rahi thi.. Abhijeet ne pakda hai.."<br />ACP - "good..."<br /><br />just
then a guy comes running.. not running but walking too fast.. he is in
good suit but looks too scared and wants to exit.. Daya stops him..<br /><br />Man - "ye kya battameezi hai.. jante nahi main kaun hoon?"<br />ACP
- "Kya battameezi hai Daya? Tum jaante nahi ye Bansilal ji hai...
humare shehar ke jaane maane exporter... kya nahi export karte ye, aur
tumne inka raasta roka?"<br />Bansilal - "ACP ji aap? Ye aapka aadmi hai?"<br />ACP - "ji nahi ye CID officer hai... par abhi tak seekha nahi.. kyun Daya?"<br />Daya - "sir aise logoin ke liye ek hi jagah hai.. Jail.."<br /><br />And Daya gives a tight slap...<br /><br />Vivek enters the room with lots of cops..<br />Vivek - "jo jahan hai wahin ruk jao. Hum CID se hain. Aap sab ko arrest kiya jaata hai.. hilna mat.."<br /><br />one
man still tries being brave and looks at the window and moves towards
it and Vivek actually shoots at his knee and he falls.. there is panic
in room but before anyone could realise it, Abhi has also joined the
mess and the cops arrest all.. the man hurt is caught by Abhi...<br /><br />Abhi - "Vivek pehchante ho inhe?"<br />Vivek - "nahi sir.. kaun hain ye?"<br />Abhi - "Vivek tum inhe nahi pehchaante? Ye hai Dr Singh.. iss hospital ke aur isme ho rahe sabhi kamo ke malik..."<br /><br />Abhi and Vivek drag the doctor outside...<br /><br />Scene 15<br />Outside
the hospital, the Police has arrested all people they found
suspecious.. now only the inspector, CID and the 2 main culprits where
left and CID was talking to them...<br /><br />ACP - "bolo.."<br />Bansilal - "ye sab iss Singh ki wajah se hua hai..."<br />Singh - "meri wajah se? Maine kaha tha kya ki business expand karte hain.. ye sab tere gande irado ki wajah se hua hai.."<br />ACP - "aap dono aapas mein bahas karna chod kar sach bologe.."<br /><br />They both stare at each other and are quiet...<br /><br />Daya - "bolte ho warna..."<br />Abhi
- "ruko Daya.. main batata hoon... Singh sahab apne aspatal ke mareezo
ki kidney nikaal kar usse bech dete the. Ek din inke dost Bansilal ji ne
bataya ki kidney export karne mein zyada paisa hai. Toh dono ne kidney
export firm kholi... kuch din baad inhe aur achi cheezein milne lagi
export ke liye - gareeb ladkiyaan, drugs, sona - chandi.. kyun kuch kam
toh nahi bola na maine..."<br /><br />They both look at each other and then towards CID with an angry and loser face...<br /><br />ACP - "Abhijeet pata hai in logoin ke baare mein khabar kaise mili?"<br />Abhi - "kaise sir?"<br />ACP
- "Bansilal ji ke truck ki checking hui. Truck mein toh sirf kapde the
par unke saath ek injection mila jismein ek aisi dava thi jo sirf dil ke
mareezo ko dee jaati hai aur itni aasaani se milti bhi nahi. Wohh dava
sarkar sirf kuch hospitals mein bhejti hai. Ab kapdo ke truck mein wohh
dava kahan se aayi... toh pata chala kapdo ka truck kapde lane se pehle
hospital mein khada tha. Bas lag gaye log in dono ka peecha karne...
humare desh mein aap jaise log hona, desh ki shaan ke khilaaf hai. Aapke
liye toh phasi bhi kam hogi. Inspector aap in dono ko le jaayiye. Inke
upar smuggling, kidnapping, ladkiyoin ko bechne aur mere do officers par
attack karne ka iljaam hai."<br />Abhi - "par CID officers ko pakad ke rakhna shayad inke bas ki baat nahi. Dekho na, dono hi inke naak ke neeche se bhaag gaye."<br />ACP - "Vivek tum inpector ke saath jao. Main baad mein milta hoon."<br /><br />Vivek nods and leaves...<br /><br />Just then ACP gets a call..<br /><br />ACP - "haan Freddie.. bolo.. mil gayi? very good.. kiski hai? ruko hum abhi pahunch rahe hain."<br /><br />ACP - "Kaveri aur Lavanya, Raj par nazar rakho."<br /><br /><br />Scene 16<br />CID is walking... into a house and Freddie is waiting at the gate.. while walking inside..<br /><br />Freddie
- "sir Mumbai mein sirf 2 gadiyaan hai jinpar bichchoo bana hai. Pehli
gadi hai kisi Angad ki. Wohh Goregoan mein rehta hai."<br />ACP - "aur doosri?"<br />Freddie - "doosri gadi hai Nakul ki... "<br />Daya - "kya? Nakul wahi na jisko Simran ke article ki wajah se college se nikaal diya tha?"<br />Freddie - "ji sir."<br />Abhi - "yani ke khoon Nakul aur uske doostoin ne karwaya hai."<br />ACP - "haan par paise kisi ladki ne diye the."<br />Freddie - "sir Nakul ka yehi address hai."<br />ACP - "chalo chalkar dekhte hain."<br /><br />CID goes and knocks.. after a little while a servant opens the door...<br /><br />ACP - "hum CID se hain. Nakul ghar par hai?"<br />Servant - "nahi sir, Nakul baba toh yahan kam hi aate hain."<br />Daya - "toh rehta kahan hai ye Nakul?"<br />Servant
- "Nakul baba toh Pune chale gaye. Jab kabhi aate hai toh apne mummy -
daddy ke saath rehte hain. Yahan toh kabhi mahine mein ek baar aa gaye
warna kabhi unki behen aa jaati hain."<br /><br />Just then Abhi and Shruti were looking around the house..<br /><br />Shruti - "sir..."<br />ACP - "haan Shruti bolo.."<br /><br />Shruti had a photo frame in her hand and she showed it to ACP...<br /><br />ACP - "ohh toh ye hain Nakul ki behen?"<br /><br />ACP shows the pic to the servant.. its of Tanvi and Nakul together...<br /><br />Servant - "ji yehi toh hain Tanvi didi."<br /><br /><br />Scene 17<br />CID is in the car..<br /><br />ACP
- "Abhijeet jaldi Raj ko phone lagao.. uski jaan khatre mein hai. Agar
khoon Tanvi ne kiya hai toh wohh Raj ko bhi maar sakti hai."<br />Abhi - "sir Raj utha nahi raha."<br />ACP - "Shruti pata karo jaldi ki Raj aur Tanvi ka phone kahan hai."<br />Shruti - "haan sir... wohh log dhoondh rahe hain."<br /><br />After a minute..<br /><br />Shruti - "sir Raj apne ghar par hi hai. Par Tanvi Raj ke ghar jaa rahi hai."<br />ACP - "Daya jaldi Raj ke ghar chalte hain. Shruti Kaveri ko phone kar ke kaho ki Tanvi par nazar rakhe..."<br /><br />At Raj's house..<br /><br />Tanvi and Raj are having meals..<br /><br />Tanvi - "Raj chalo na drive par chalte hain."<br />Raj - "par khana toh khatam kar lo."<br />Tanvi - "Mera mann nahi hai.. chalo na.. mujhe abhi jaana hai."<br />Raj - "acha phone toh lene do."<br />Tanvi - "nahi phone ki kya zaroorat... bakaar mein koi phone karke disturb karega.."<br /><br />Just then Raj's phone rings.. it was CID...<br /><br />Tanvi
- "dekha abhi toh sirf jaane ki baat ho rahi hai, tabhi phone aane
lage. Chodo na.. main bhi apna phone yahin chod rahi hoon. Chale"<br />Raj - "acha chalo..."<br /><br />And Raj and Tanvi sit in the car and go.. after a second they leave, CID comes.. they see the house is left in a hurry...<br /><br />Servant comes..<br /><br />ACP - "Raj aur Tanvi yahin the na? Unke phone bhi yahin pade hain.."<br />Servant - "haan saab par wohh dono toh abhi abhi nikle hain."<br />ACP - "kahan gaye?"<br />Servant - "saab pata nahi par aksar wohh dono Juhu beech jaate hain."<br />ACP - "chalo jaldi.. zyada door nahi gaye honge wohh... Kaveri ko phone karo."<br /><br />Now there is a chase.. not actually for Tanvi and Raj dont know that they are being followed..<br /><br />Tanvi - "Raj kahan jaa rahe hai?"<br />Raj - "Juhu beech.. tumhari favourite jagah..."<br />Tanvi - "nahi aaj wahan chalo jahan jaana tumhe pasand ho..."<br />Raj - "baat kya hai aaj?"<br />Tanvi - "bas main aaj bahut khush hoon. Bhai ka phone aaya tha. Wohh agle mahine wapas aa raha hai."<br />Raj - "kaisa hai Nakul?"<br />Tanvi
- "bahut acha. Main bahut dino baad usse milungi. Bahut saha hai bhai
ne. Uska toh koi dosh bhi nahi tha... Par abhi Bhai ki chodo.. abhi main
tumhare saath rehna chahti hoon."<br />Raj - "toh chalo aaj main tumhe Juhu beech ka wohh kona dikhata hoon, jo bahut logoin ne nahi dekha."<br /><br />Raj
takes Tanvi to a hotel in front of the beech and he asks for a
particular room.. he takes her to that room and then to the balcony...
he then shows her the beech.. it looked beautiful with sun shining
bright.. and the view was magnificent.. you could see so much and then
she could see a part where no one went...<br /><br />Just the CID car comes and parks under the hotel.. Kaveri and Lavanya are waiting for them..<br /><br />Kaveri - "sir dono upar gaye hain. 7th floor."<br />ACP - "very good well done.."<br />Shruti - "sir wohh rahe upar..."<br />ACP - "chalo jaldi. Kaveri tum aur Lavanya ruko yahan. Dekhna koi bhaage na."<br /><br />But then Tanvi sees them.. she pushes Raj<br /><br />Raj - "kya hua Tanvi?"<br />Tanvi - "Raj mujhe jaana hai."<br />Raj - "par hua kya?"<br />Tanvi - "rasta chodo..."<br /><br />and
she pushes him and rushes out and up the stairs towards the terrace...
Raj comes out of the room calling her.. and then CID comes the same
moment up... they see Raj<br /><br />ACP - "Raj tum theek ho?"<br />Raj - "ji sir kyun?"<br /><br />But the same moment, he starts vomitting and goes a little pale..<br /><br />ACP - "Freddie Raj ko jaldi hospital ke jao. Raj Tanvi kahan hai?"<br /><br />Raj points towards the terrace.. Abhi looks up and he sees Tanvi looking down at them..<br /><br />Abhi - "sir Tanvi wohh rahi."<br /><br />CID rushes up and now they are at the terrace.. Tanvi entered the terrace and locked the door behind her..<br /><br />ACP - "Daya, tod do darwaza."<br /><br />and Abhi and Daya start breaking the door.. it breaks off and Tanvi is no where to be found...<br /><br />ACP - "dhoondo usse.. bahut door nahi gayi hogi."<br /><br />At
the backside of the roof.. Daya and Shruti were searching and then
Shruti spots her.. Tanvi was trying to climb down by the pipeline...<br /><br />Shruti - "Daya ye rahi."<br /><br />Daya comes and sees...<br /><br />Daya - "ruk jao Tanvi, tum bhaag nahi sakti..."<br /><br />Shruti goes and gets a rope lying nearby<br /><br />Daya - "ladki mein jaan toh hai. (looks at Shruti) Tum ye kya kar rahi ho??"<br />Shruti - "Daya rassi pakdo.. aur kas ke pakadna."<br />Daya - "par ye kya kar rahi ho?"<br /><br />Shruti
handed one end of the rope to Daya and tied the other around herself
nicely, ensuring that she wont fall and then she climed the wall and
just then ABhi and ACP come that side..<br /><br />Abhi - "Shruti"<br />Daya - "sir Tanvi yahan hai."<br /><br />Abhi rushed to help...<br /><br />Shruti
had already left support.. Daya was holding the rope tightly and not to
let her fall.. Abhi came and helped.. and so did ACP... Shruti did
something good then.. she went down just to get a little under Tanvi and
then tied the rope around Tanvi and then asked Daya to pull...<br />ACP, Abhi and Daya pulled the two girls up...<br /><br />ACP - "well done Shruti. Lagta hai Daya aur Abhijeet ko tumse training dilani padegi."<br /><br />Shruti smiled at Abhi and Daya.. Daya looked amused but Abhi looked so tensed.. and confused! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Scene 18<br />In the bureau..<br />Raj is also there, Simran's parents are
also there, Ishaan and Tanvi's parents are also there... Tanvi and a boy
is sittin on a chair each and crying...<br /><br />ACP - "kyun maara Simran ko?"<br />Tanvi - "uski wajah se mere bhai ko college se nikaal diya. Mere bhai ki zindagi kharab ho gayi."<br />ACP - "tumhara bhai ek ladki ke saath battameezi kar raha tha. Wohh aur uske dost bachchoin ko drugs supply karte the..."<br />Tanvi
- "toh kya hua? Kisi ka khoon toh nahi kiya na usne... Ek din mujhe
Vicky mila.. Vicky apne dad ke dost ke office mein engineer ban gaya par
abhi bhi ye Simran se nafrat karta hai. Isne wohh machine dikhayi.
Remote ka button dabate hi usmein se sui aayegi aur jisko wohh sui lage,
wohh toh gaya.. maine Adventure park jaane ka programme banaya.. socha
tha ki ek ke baad ek dono Simran aur Raj ko wahi khatam kar dungi... par
Simran kuch jaldi mar gayi. Isiliye Raj bach gaya.. toh maine aaj usse
zeher wala khana khila diya..."<br />Raj - "Tanvi tum aisa karogi.. main soch bhi nahi sakta tha..."<br />Tanvi
- "aur jo tumne kiya? Bola tha na maine ki mera bhai hai.. jaane do..
par tab tumne hi kaha tha na ki mera bhai galat hai..."<br />Vicky - "Raj
aur Simran ki wajah se hum chaaro barbad ho gaye. Humne inse kitna kaha
ki hum ye nahi karenge bus ye dono article na chaape.. par ye maane hi
nahi..."<br />Simran's mum - "isiliye tumne meri bachchi ko maar diya?"<br /><br />and she starts crying and Lavanya takes her out...<br /><br />ACP - "tum dono ko toh phasi hi hogi."
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Luna Lovegoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09803885763515044510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480514476051237154.post-49120763014110708052017-05-25T22:58:00.002+05:302017-05-25T22:58:57.023+05:30I Miss You<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">"Namarata... " I heard him call... All I could see was a hand coming
towards me from the darkness... It was his hand.. I could tell anyday...
even if he hadnt worn our engagement ring... The fingers curled in to
call me... It was all dark around me and I felt myself sinking deeper
and deeper into the darkness...<br />If it was any other time when Aditya
would have called me... I would have stretched my hand towards him... to
hold his... but this one was different... I pulled my hand away and
said "I am reaching for you!" and his fingers curled and shook in a way
to say no and his gentle voice whispered in my ears "No" ... the voice
grew fainter and fainter...<br /><br />Aditya's hand stretched a little more
and it came to catch me but I had sunken away.. into the darkness...
the darkness was heavy around me... I couldnt breathe but I didnt need
to... It wasnt happening with me for the first time... it was the fifth
actually... when I had lost my will to survive and I get stuck in a
situation where one does anything to survive...<br /><br />Few minutes back,
I sat in the balcony like each morning staring at the world beyond when
my cell phone buzzed. Why should I pick up? I had no reason to... but
the name flashed 'mum' on the phone. I picked up.. Mum said that she had
dropped Isha to the swimming class but now she got stuck in a jam and
so wont make it to pick her up and so she wanted me to pick Isha from
the club.<br /><br />Isha is Aditya's little sister... that's what Aditya
introduced her as. She is not little anymore though... she would be
celebrating her seventeenth birthday the next month. Isha learnt
swimming at 'Indo Club'. It wasnt far from our place. Five minutes if
you had to walk. I really didnot want to go but Isha was the only one
for whom I couldnot say no after Aditya. She was his charm and lately
mine too... I had seen Isha since I was twelve and she was just five. I
had seen her grow or say we had seen her grow. Isha was indeed an
integral part of our relationship and she left no stone unturned to keep
it lively. I owe her a big time for all the fights that didnot happen
just because Isha was there...<br /><br />So, I got up with difficulty and
changed. I tried to look as decent as I could but when I checked my
reflection in the mirror - I found someone totally stanger to me staring
back. I had lost alot of weight in the last month... so much that my
tight dresses had become loose. There were big dark dug up places
unerneath my eyes. The eyes were red. Skin peeled off from my cheeks and
hair tied up in total mess. I did my best but then I didnot care
anymore... nothing of this mattered...<br /><br />I reached the club at
around 10 minutes past 10. Isha's class was over ten minutes back and I
couldnt see her outside the club. I went inside the club... I saw no
one... no one to ask... I went to pool number 16 - where Isha learnt
swimming. No one was there either. I turned to leave... when I think I
heard something... <br /><br />"Namrata" I heard you call... you were
sitting on the edge of the pool with legs dipped in water. Before I
could say anything... I heard another voice... "You know I hate it when
you sit like this." This was my voice. Aditya loved to sit with his legs
dipped in swimming pool. He loved beaches but sheldom went to any... so
he couldnot afford to miss the 'fun' - as he called it. And then... it
wasnt just my voice.. I saw a girl approach you. The girl was me but in a
lot better shape. That me came towards Aditya and stretched a hand to
make him get up... instead he pulled me down too... "ADITYA"... "Yes
honey"... "Adi get up"... "No Nims... sit here... be still and just
listen to the music of water" ... that me wanted to speak but Aditya
closed her mouth and made her listen... I heard it too... the water
played its own music... and without even realising, both the me's were
smiling...<br /><br />I didnt realise it but I was walking towards where
Aditya and me sat... and no I didnt take the whole way... I chose to
walk the shortest distance... through the pool... When I was close
enough... I stretched my hand towards you.. I wanted to hold you... just
once again... just once... but you disappeared and there was nothing
left... no you, no me and the water had no music left either.. indeed it
was howling and mourning... I heard the water mourn just like people
did that day. I covered my ears... I couldnt take it anymore... but the
whole pain was coming back... and then everything started to black
out... I remember water entering my mouth as I asked the sounds to shut
up... but they didnt and then it was all black.. someone was throwing me
into nothingness...<br /><br />I knew this darkness... the same darkness
had surrounded me four times earlier and I think that now I had started
to look forward to it.. because it brings your voice along. But this
time I had sunken deeper than ever into the darkness.. it felt kind of
pleasing... this darkness not only made me listen to your voice all over
again but it was also a way to reach to you... Aditya I am coming...
Suddenly everything lightened. White light was replacing my darkness and
I no longer felt being squeezed into darkness... I could hear your
voice.. very faint.. as if you called me from a distance... The white
light was taking you away... "Aditya" I was calling your name and then
your voice was replaced by that of others. "NAMRATA..." It was mummy...
"BHABHI..." This was Isha's voice... "NIMI.." This was Nafisa, my only
best friend now...<br /><br />I opened my eyes... no darkness... no way to
you... I was in a hospital ward and everyone was around me... Mummy,
Pappa, Nafisa, Rehan, Isha and Mum... Mummy and Mum were crying... Pappa
looked really angry... Nafisa was furious... Rehan was just like
always...<br /><br />Nafisa - "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU EXACTLY UPTO?"<br />Pappa - "Why are you doing this?"<br /><br />Mum and Mummy never stopped sobbing...<br /><br />Me - "why are you both crying?"<br />Mum - "I lost my son I dont want to loose my daughter"<br /><br />2
hours later, I was back in my room at home... Isha and Nafisa stayed
with me... Isha sat besides me while Nafisa paced in the room... These
were the times when there was no numbness... just infinite pain.. I
could see that Nafisa was angry but I really didnt care about that any
bit...<br /><br />Nafisa - "What are you exactly trying at?"<br /><br />I heard
Nafisa. The voice reached my brain through my ears but the brain made no
gesture to respond. I kept my eyes closed. Isha shook me...<br /><br />This
had been the story since one month and five days. Nafisa was the only
best friend I had now. She was like a sister to me. She knew me inside
out… I know she cared but she had her own life and I was being a lot
stubborn lately. A very small part of that was still not numb with pain,
wanted to not trouble Nafisa and let her be happy but that part was
really small for anything. The immense pain of the loss never let that
small part work.<br /><br />Nafisa – “For God sake Nimi stop acting like
this. Think of uncle – aunty and Adi’s parents. How do they feel when
they hear that you are in hospital. Why are you so keen on giving us all
trouble?”<br /><br />Nafisa was pacing in front of me as se said all this. I
stayed still. Isha cried silently besides me. I held Isha’s hand and
she held mine even strongly.<br /><br />Nafisa – “Look at Isha. She lost her
brother too. But with all the pain she knows she has to go on and in
such a situation if you are there to support her… wont it be much
better? Or do you want her to cry for two not one?”<br />Isha – “don’t say such things”<br /><br />And she hugged me tightly.<br /><br />Nafisa sat besides me on the other side and held my other hand.<br /><br />Nafisa – “Nimi Adi is gone. You cannot change this and dieing is no solution.”<br /><br />Nafisa’s
words shook my entire world. I knew my Adi was gone… gone forever but I
am not believing it. Never. He cant leave me. He promised me that he
will be back and he better be.<br />To the second part of the statement… I
never attempted suicide. I just find myself stuck up at places where
suddenly this truth dawns on me and then I loose my will to survive.<br /><br />Me – “I didn’t attempt suicide. I had gone to get Isha…”<br />Isha – “then why did you go to pool number 16? I don’t learn in pool 16… I learn in pool 10. Bhai used to go to pool 16.”<br />Me
– “I don’t know… I reached the club and I was coming to you but I found
no one. There was no one there. I went to the pool. I don’t know why I
went to pool 16.”<br />Isha – “Everyone was there Bhabhi. The receptionist said she called to you but you just didn’t listen.”<br />Nafisa – “how did you end up into the pool?”<br />Me – “Adi was sitting there… I was going to him…”<br /><br />I
told everything.. Isha still hugged me as she cried and Nafisa had some
tears too. My eyes were dry. My tears were over. And I had no reason to
cry either. My Adi will definitely be back.<br /><br />Nafisa – “same story again… how can you see Adi everywhere when he is not there…”<br /><br />Isha
lifted her head and wiped her tears… she looked at me ever so
innocently… for the first time in a month I saw Isha so carefully and I
realised that even her face was dull due to the pain and loss.<br /><br />Isha
– “Bhabhi… if seeing Bhai gets you into trouble then don’t listen to
what Bhai says whenever you see him or go to him. I really don’t want to
loose you too.”<br /><br />Just then mummy and pappa entered the room. It
took Isha a lot of courage to speak all she did. She wiped her tears and
rushed out of the room. Mummy sat beside me… Nafisa told the whole
thing… Mummy hugged me and cried.<br /><br />Nafisa – “Nimi how you see Adi
everywhere? I don’t just get you. First time Adi stood in front of a
truck and you went to save him. When in front of the truck… Adi
disappeared and the truck hit you. Then you touch an electric wire
because you saw Adi behind it. Next you stay hungry for days and roam in
hot Sun for Adi tells you that it is very hot and hungry where he is…
Then you eat rat poison because Adi was drinking Soda from the bottle
but when you held the bottle it turned to poison. And now you walk into
the pool because you see Adi on the other side.”<br /><br />Pappa – “beta lets go home. There we will take care of you…”<br /><br />No…
I wasn’t going anywhere… Why didn’t Pappa understand? This was home
now… No I didn’t stay in my parent’s house any longer. Even though we
werent married yet but Adi’s house provided me more warmth lately;
especially now. Every corner and every edge here knows Adi. It helps me
live another moment. Helps me survive. Staying with Mum and Dad reduced
some loss. It didn’t heal the wounds or make conditions better but it
just prevented me from loosing three more special people of my life.<br /><br />Mum
and Dad are Adi’s parents but knowing them for so long made us all one
big family and after Adi proposed me, mum hugged me and said that she
was officially taking me home now. I don’t want to leave this place. Not
today… Not ever…<br /><br />Me - “No Pappa… I got everyone here to take care of me. I am not going anywhere.”<br /><br />Mummy
and Pappa tried their best to cheer me up and I tried my best to smile
but it just couldn’t come. The pain was growing within me… piercing me
from within. They left then…<br /><br />Nafisa – “How can you be so
insensitive? You feel so much about someone who is dead and wont return
but what about your parents? They are alive. For Adi, you cant let them
suffer. Remember your crying wont help Adi but yes it’s going to be
painful for your parents. Why don’t you just come out of your dammit
other world that you find solace into?”<br /><br />Nafisa was correct. I
knew it but the problem was I had no solution to it… moreover her phrase
‘the other world’ brought back a million memories back. It brought back
my childhood and the sweetest memories of my life. To everyone, this
phrase may be a mere reference to anything Extra Terrestial but to me
this world existed very much on the same planet but still it was totally
untouched.<br /><br />I remember it was 12th September when we shifted in
our new house. There were just 11 days for my birthday and I would turn
12. Delhi wasn’t my kind of city. I was born and brought up till now in
Lucknow. Delhi to me came like a completely different galaxy. People say
that Delhi is a lot quieter than Bombay but I never found so. No one
ever stops in Delhi. Everyone is in a race… and where’s the finish line –
no one knows that. My pappa was too entering the race. Pappa worked as
the senior manager in Krishna Motors. Krishna motors manufactured a lot
of things – all the parts of a car, lead storage batteries and other
small items. As a result I grew to just know machines. They maynot be my
passion but they were my first toys and I was goodwith them. Pappa was
transferred to the head office and so we came to Delhi – Pappa, Mummy,
Piyush and I. Piyush was seventeen. He had finished his school and Pappa
got his admission done in Delhi only and I joined class seven.<br /><br />On
our very first evening into the city, as Piyush and I were setting our
things, we saw a ball enter our house. Piyush grabbed the ball and we
both ran out to see who was it. It was a little girl of five years of
age. She wore a cute pink frock with two ponytails hanging above her
ears. This is how I am always bound to remember Isha. A boy, older than
me, came running behind her. This was first when I saw Aditya.<br /><br />Aditya – “You have come to live in the next doors right?”<br />Isha – “Bhai they must be living in the next house. How can someone live in a door?”<br />Aditya – “Shut up Isha…”<br />Me – “Don’t be rude to her…”<br />Aditya – “She is my sister… and I am not rude to her…”<br />Isha – “No you were rude to me…”<br />Aditya – “Isha…”<br />Me – “Hello Isha..”<br /><br />Piyush
introduced himself and me while Aditya did the same too. They invited
us to their house. Isha pulled me right into the kitchen where Mum was
chopping vegetables…<br /><br />Isha – “mumma… mumma.. see Namrata didi… Bhai says she lives in the next door but she cant live in a door.”<br /><br />Mum
welcomed me with a hug and honestly from that very moment, I started
consider her one of my family. Mum came with the four of us to our house
where she met Mummy and they talked and talked. The boys are certainly
the last creatures on the planet to feel awkward and so both of them
raced to the building basketball court for a game while me and Isha
talked a little.<br /><br />Next morning, really early morning when I was
just getting ready for my first day in school, the door bell rang. It
was Aditya and Isha dressed up for school. Mum said that if even I was
in their school then why don’t the three children go together. And so
destiny clicked and we went together… it continued till I went to
school… ofcourse Aditya did pass out before me but he often used to walk
with me and Isha to the school. Piyush went abroad for his further
studies. Right now he is doing MBA and is in New York working in some
company.<br /><br />Well… back to those days… 11 days later… on my birthday…
I am in my room silent and quiet. I don’t wish to go to school.Its my
birthday and I want to celebrate it but as I am new in the school, I
hardly know them all. So I cant have a party for my friends. Pappa says
we can have a dinner for elder people and of his office but I don’t
think that to be my idea of fun. At school time.. I hear a knock on my
door… Aditya entered… he was dressed for school and mummy told him why
was I angry…<br /><br />Aditya – “Happy Birthday Princess”<br />Me – “am no Princess”<br />Aditya – “Well not till now… but if you come to school… you can become one…”<br />Me – “How?”<br /><br />I
grew curious… Aditya said if only I went to school… he will take me to
the most beautiful place on this Earth. I agreed. Fifteen minutes later
we were all in school. It wasn’t really as bad as you thought. All my
new classmates were sweet and treated me really well… I kept asking
Aditya about the place everytime I met him but he just denied to know
anything in front of his friends…<br /><br />While returning home… I thought that Aditya said all that just to make me come to school… and so I wasn’t talking to him…<br /><br />Aditya – “so you think there isnt any such place…”<br />Me – “If there was… wouldn’t you tell me?”<br />Aditya – “maybe it was a place beyond the limits of words to be described…”<br />Isha – “but Bhai that’s our secret… you arent showing it to her…”<br />Aditya – “well in that case Isha… it will be the secret of us three…”<br /><br />Aditya
asked me to be ready at five. So I did… At five, Aditya did as he
promised. He drove me on his bicycle far from where we lived… the crowd
thinned at first and then totally disappeared. Aditya stopped his cycle
in front of a jungle … that’s what I thought first… this part of Delhi
was totally untouched.. the land was though sold but no one did any
construction here yet and it wasn’t planned till next few years either.
We walked beyond that… If I would have asked to come alone, trust me, I
wouldn’t find the way ever but Aditya seemed to know it by heart. He
stopped in front of a tree… I looked up and there were some things on
the branches of the tree… I couldn’t make out what…<br /><br />Aditya
quickly started to climb it and asked me to do the same… but how can I
climb the tree… I had never done it and Aditya seemed natural at it. I
denied point blank at his request of me doing the same. He gave me his
hand and pulled me along. Every moment I thought, I would fall and how
on Earth will my parents find me here? Aditya wouldnot be even be able
to take me to hospital alone on his cycle.<br /><br />“Namrata… trust me”
His voice had that authority. And the way he said, made me believe him. I
closed my eyes and did as he told. A minute later, I was standing on
something. He asked me to open my eyes. I did so… and my eyes first
moved to my feet. I was standing on a branch of a tree which was hight
enough and if I fell, my bones were seriously gone. I grabbed the bark
with one hand and Aditya with the other.<br /><br />“I will die Aditya. Get
me down.” I almost shook him down the branch. “If you just stop dancing
and shaking the branch so much, we both will be fine!” he had said. I am
not an easy person to control but he seemed natural at that. He talked
me out into standing still and watching the sky horizontally from
inbetween the trees. The sun was setting and the sky was orange – red.
This sight is already beautiful but seeing it from where I was… it
looked heavenly! The trees were like green clouds and only the sound of
wind and birds could be heard… the sun looked bigger and sunnier. I have
travelled a lot but I don’t find any place better than that. Aditya was
correct. It did made me feel special.<br /><br />“Is this real?” I asked.
Aditya smiled. “Yes it is… real for us. This is our world.” Since then
whenever either of us felt low, we came here. Me, Isha and Aditya. This
was our secret place. ‘Our world’ as we called it. Sitting there for
hours, chatting or just listening to the silence. The place where Aditya
made me find music in everything of the world. <br /><br />The flashback
faded… I was sitting on Aditya’s bed, almost numb. The pain was so
intense that it made me numb. I preferred being numb. No pain… it was
just nothing. I was alive but probably lost in memories. In another
world, as Nafisa had just said. I had spent an entire week silent. When
Rehan told me, I slapped him hard. Piyush pulled me back from the room
to avoid creating a scene. Moments later, I heard Isha and Mum scream in
the room. I had to break free Piyush’s grasp to run into the room. I
was only there a second but the sight I witnessed in that second took
away my life. Piyush rushed into the room to take me out and I did
struggle but there was no life left in me. I was just a body. One whole
week… no food… no water… no tears. Piyush and Nafisa took me to doctor
Sharma (our family doctor). He told them if I did not respond soon, I
might die… Nafisa and Piyush kept reminding me of Adi’s death. Told me
my Adi wont be back… and all sorts of things. They made me hear them.
Accept that Adi wasnot around me. He shall never be… After a few days of
trial, they were successful. Nafisa cried the whole night with me.
Piyush says crying is not a boy thing, but I know he went to his room
only to hide his tears. Nafisa’s tears faded overnight. But mine
continued till hours after dawn. She would never leave me alone for I
wanted to die. I really wanted to. But she did not let me do anything.
Hours passed and the tears changed to pain… it started as a headache and
then spread to my entire body. The ache was very severe. It did not let
me do anything. I found numbness as the only solace. And so, just to
avoid that pain, I remain numb these days.<br /><br />There was some pain
still… which meant I could still think and do something. I knew I had
to. I couldnot just sit my entire life. I had decided that there was no
point but now that life is there, I need to make it not miserable for
others. I looked around the room. Aditya’s room. I remember how he had
collected each and ever poster that hung on the wall… his study table –
it still has his timetable… his shoes are lying in the corner with socks
stuffed into them… his basketball is as usual on the chair. His
cupboard hasnot been done for more than a month. The clothes he last
wore hang behind the door… His computer had a thick dust layer…<br /><br />Aditya
liked to meet people on the internet and play games. He was a total
gamer. There was a time when he would spend all his pocket money in play
stations and then ask me and Isha to help him the entire month. I
didn’t like the computer covered with dust and I started cleaning it.
Don’t know what made me do this, but I switched it on and sat in front
of it. I connected the internet and signed myself in by yahoo messenger
and him by windows live. Thanks to yahoo and Microsoft, we were still on
each other’s list inspite of using different email providers. There
wasn’t a day when we did not talk to each other. And everytime we
faught, we would chat for hours. Our fights were not talking to each
other as Isha had told us once. We could always chat and we did. Talking
to each other like talking for the first time. Giving our
introductions, flirting and deciding to meet sometime later. I stared at
the screen. I loved to see him online on my list. I was smiling. Some
of Aditya’s friends were online too and they buzzed as they were
surprised to see him online.<br /><br />Inspite that I knew that it was me
who had signed in but I couldnot help waiting for him to send a message.
I sent him many saying that I missed him. All my emotions.. I just
wrote them down. But all of them popped up on my window screen only.
Seeing no reply, my smile turned into tears. “Please reply” I kept
saying. And when I had given up all hope, I kept my face in my hands.
Probably Nafisa and everyone else were correct. I needed to accept and
stop holding onto it. And just then I heard Adi’s voice.<br /><br />“Nafi’s
birthday gift, Isha’s pocket money, Ahuja project, Boss’s affair with
Julie, Mum’s leg is hurting, Mummy needs a new saree and I love you
Nimi. Thanks for being the life in me” said Aditya.<br /><br />I couldnot
just believe my ears. It was real. There was a pop up window on the
screen. Adi seems to have installed voice alarms which came whenever he
switched his computer on. I felt Adi hadnot left me. I could feel him
somewhere near me, like always. Adi shared all his talks with me but he
never let me touch his computer. He said he needed some ‘mb’ for
himself. I never knew why he said that but as for now I really wanted to
know. Part of accepting that he was gone was that I needed to hold onto
everything left for me. I heard the voice message over and over again.
Isha and Mum heard it too. They were standing behind me, both in tears. I
looked at them through tears and pointed to the screen. Tears kept
flowing but I was trying to laugh too. Mum was too tired. Listening to
Adi’s voice made her a lot weaker. She sat on the bed with Isha trying
to comfort her. I went to her. Mum was crying terribly. I kept my head
on her lap and we three sat crying…<br /><br />After I don’t know how many minutes, I lifted my head and took mum’s feet in my hands. I starting massaging them.<br /><br />Mum – “What are you doing? Girls don’t touch feet.”<br />Me
– “But they don’t let their mother’s feet hurt either. Sorry mum, I
have been bad enough lately. You have to do all the work. I am so bad
na.”<br /><br />Mum hugged me…<br /><br />Mum – “no you arent. You are my little good daughter. But my feet are fine. You don’t need to massage.”<br />Me
– “Mum I want to do this. If not for anyone else then for Aditya.
Probably by completing all he wanted to do, I might be able to get a
little in senses too!”<br /><br />It did not heal the wounds but yes it made
me smile through the pain. Mum and Isha missed Aditya as much as I did,
but they didn’t just say it out loud. Indeed their pain had been a lot
more. Mum narrated all the times Aditya fell ill and would refuse to
take medicines. Isha remembered all the gifts Aditya had brought her and
she showed them. I remember shopping most of them. If anyone in life,
Aditya really couldn’t live without was Isha. Mum and Isha talked for a
while and then they went to sleep. I felt good after like what seemed a
lifetime! Being upset took a lot of energy. Smiling was comparitively an
easier task. I was comparitively happier than I had been for days but I
still couldn’t sleep. I plugged in my headset to the computer and then
started exploring it.<br /><br />There were lots of pictures. Aditya loved
clicking pics. Each pic in the folder had a story attached to it. I
remembered all those moments. There was a pic with Isha in pink frock.
She had cake all over her. I remember that day. It was Isha’s 10th
birthday. Aditya had arranged a surprised party for her. There were
nineteen of Isha’s friends. School friends, bus friends and colony
friends. Piyush and Aditya did the entire shopping and decorated the
garage. Even I wasn’t allowed inside. I was supposed to get a cake and
get Isha on time for the party. It was a surprise party. We didn’t tell
her and we just told her that we will all go to dinner for her birthday.
At around 7 in the evening, when Isha was really born… I mean the time…
I said Isha to try on the frock. When she did so, I said lets go and
show your friends. Isha did not like the idea. She ofcourse wanted a
party but we said that the frock had cost enough to arrange a party. I
left her outside the garage at sharp 7 and then disappeared as I was
told to. I went to change and then took the cake and reached the party
exactly after 10 minutes. Plan was that Isha would hear music from the
garage and go in and there everyone was already there to wish her.<br />However,
I was supposed to enter a surprise party but I entered a zoo party!
Isha’s friends had got her a cake as well and just to put a little on
her, they ended up applying cake all over her. When I entered with the
cake, Piyush carefully took the cake so that this one gets cut and eaten
than being applied like lotion. Piyush and I were conducting the games
and Adi clicked the pics…<br /><br />I was seeing Adi’s childhood pics when I
saw a folder named ‘Nimi’ … how could I be in Aditya’s childhood pics. I
double clicked the folder but it didn’t open. It required a password. I
tried all passwords I knew of Adi’s different accounts but none of them
clicked here… and then I just typed something. I mean ofcourse the
thing I type did make sense but I never expected that it would be
Aditya’s password. The folder opened and it had other folders in it –
‘Smile’ … ‘Eyes’ … ‘Us’ … ‘Bride’ … ‘School’ … ‘Letters’ … ‘Emails’ …
‘Chat Transcripts’ … ‘drawings’ … ‘projects’ … ‘assignments’ and lastly
‘Nims’<br /><br />I checked each folder one by one. Smile had like hundreds
pictures of me smiling. Eyes had atleast fifteen close ups of my eyes.
Us were the pictures of us together. Bride were the pics of me when I
took part in a play in school and had to wear a bridal outfit. When I
had asked Aditya if he clicked the pics, he had said no but this folder
not only had pics of the play screening but also of our rehersals. Tears
rolled down my cheeks. School contained pics of me in school. Letters
had a scan of the letters I wrote and I guess it contained each and
every letter I ever wrote in my life. Emails had the emails that I sent.
Chat Transcripts had two sub folders. One of our chats and one of me
with everyone else. Drawings… they contained sketches of me and us
together but I never knew who made them until I read ‘Aditya’ signed
underneath. I never knew Adi could draw too. He never showed me any of
his drawings. Indeed he never even held a pencil to draw. Projects and
Assignments had scans of all projects and assignments I submitted. I
couldnot believe what I was seeing. According to all the data, it seemed
that Aditya had been collecting it from the day I met him. It was
unbelievable. Aditya loved me for all the time I was in front of his
eyes and I could never see that. I missed so much time that we could
have had been together. I tried opening Nims but it wont open. It too
needed a password. This time I had an idea what the password could be
and I could work it in three trials. It opened to reveal Microsoft Word
files. Ctrl + A . 18 of them. Each of them was titled as an year. I
opened the very first one. <br /><br />It read –<br />“This is Aditya Khanna. I
am 6 years old and I study in class 2. Tisha didi who is my elder
cousin, said that we all should maintain diaries. A diary is a book
(notebook) where we write everything we want to. We share whatever
happened with us in the entire day and write what all we felt. Tisha
didi said it helps everyone to remember our mistakes and prevents us
from doing them in future. I found out that many people write diaries
too. …”<br /><br />My goodness… Adi wrote diary and I never knew it. This
was probably the only reason he always didn’t allow anyone to touch his
computer. Aditya was a strong guy. In all times of troubles he would be
the one to be still and hold on to all of us. But seeing that he writes a
diary… shook me!<br /><br />I continued reading –<br />“I like a lot of
things – I like to play cricket, basketball, football and tennis. My
favourite player is Sachin Tendulkar and Renaldo. They are legends. I
have more than 50 Sachin cricket cards and total 525 cricket cards. I
like car race games. I can beat all my friends in them. No matter how
hard Krishna tries, he always comes second and he hates me for that.<br /><br />My
friends say boys don’t write diaries but I like the idea and I am going
to write my diary. Just I am going to keep it in the computer so that
no one can read it. I will not tell this to anyone. Ever. Promise. Not
even to Mum.<br /><br />Bye diary. I will write more soon. Right now if Mum
finds out that I am not doing the science homework, she will be really
angry.”<br /><br />I read it over and over again. It was like having Adi
with me again. As though he silently spoke all this to me. I felt a huge
emptyness in my life. Where had Adi gone? Why wasn’t he here with me?
If he was destined to go, why did God ever make ‘us’ together? One phone
call and everything in life scattered. For once why couldnot I see
Aditya again? Be with him? Why did he had to go if him being gone,
changed so many lives?<br /><br />I read the entire diary. It was Aditya’s
account of his class 3. He mentioned his school, his teachers, his
friends, parents and himself! There was no Isha either. And the last
entry of the diary was interesting. <br /><br />“Diary.. I got something to
wonder today. Dad and Mum came from hospital today. Mum has been going
to hospital for a few days now. I asked if she is fine and she said she
is. Mum came back today and she was very happy. I am never happy when I
come back from a hospital. The doctor either gives me bad taste
medicines or injection and I don’t like them both!<br /><br />Mum and Dad
were really happy today. Dad told me that the baby brother or sister
which was to come will be coming in a few days now. I donot understand
this. Why cant they get me baby brother or sister today? They told me so
back that I will become an elder brother but no little brother or
sister turned up till now. And when they have to get me one, why don’t
they know baby boy or girl?<br /><br />Dad asked me what do I want a boy or a
girl? Dad said if it’s a boy, he can share my things and so I said I
want a sister. Mohit got a baby brother – Rohit. And Rohit is so
naughty. Rohit breaks all Mohit’s toys and takes all Mohit’s gift.
Whereas Nishant got a baby sister Priya. Nishant’s parents get gifts for
Nishant too whenever they shop for Priya. So having a sister is good,
right?<br /><br />If I have a baby brother then I am going to call him – Brock. And if a baby girl then Isha. I like the name Isha.<br /><br />Have to go now. Sleeping time! “<br /><br />By
the time I reached this entry, I wasn’t feeling anything sad. I had
always complained to Adi that I never knew him as a child. Probably it
was all destined – Adi writing diaries and me wanting to know his
childhood. I really wanted to read the entire thing at once but I knew I
had to wait. I closed the computer and then went to sleep. For the
first time in days, I did not have a sleepless night. I slept peacefully
and when mum woke me in the morning, I was not already awake or
stressed up. I was pretty happy.<br /><br />I went outside and mum was
making making breakfast for dad. I asked her to sit while I made the
breakfast and tea. Dad was glad to see me too. Isha came then. She was
going out with her friends for some shopping. She asked me to join her
but I had something else to do. Dad went to office and Isha left for her
friend’s place. Mum let out a sigh and settled on the sofa. I could see
on her face that she had suddenly aged. Mum’s face no longer glowed and
it looked that she had grown 20 – 30 years older in just a month. I
needed to do something for her. I went in and called Anita Mausi – mum’s
cousin sister. Anita Mausi lived in Delhi too and she and mum were
really intimate. Half an hour later, the door bell rang. It was mausi.
She came to talk to mum. Mum was glad to see her sister but still I saw
that she had tears. I suggested if they went shopping and they agreed.<br /><br />Finally
I felt happy. I thought that I had done some good job for a day. When I
was done cleaning the house, I switched on the computer and immidiately
opened the diary. But before reading, I opened the reminder application
and replayed the last recorded message. I heard his voice again. Chill
went down my spine. I suddenly felt cold. I wanted your arms to protect
me out of this cold but then I remembered that those arms wont do so
ever again. Hastily I wrapped my arms around myself. And just then I
heard –<br /><br />“Nims is feeling cold again?”<br /><br />I looked around to
see where he was… no where… but then why did I keep hearing him and
feeling him all around me. How did the voice always know what to say?
The voice wasnot in my brain. It was real. Then I saw it. I hadnot
closed the reminder application and this was the message before the last
one. The message made me wonder if Adi knew his fate. How come he made a
perfect guideline for me? Did Adi know he was going to die? Wasnot it
an accident but planned?<br />I stared at a long while for Adi to continue
speaking but he didn’t. Everytime there was some hope in me, something
happened that left my world devastated. Right now I had no idea if I
were to be happy or sad. A month back, I lost my life and now I think
that Adi knew he was leaving me. Then my phone rang. It was Nafisa. I
took the phone. Isha had apparently told her about the voice messages on
Adi’s computer and she asked me if I were still listening to it and I
told her all that I heard and felt.<br />I could hear that Nafisa did
somewhere have her doubts but she kept reassuring me that Adi spoke all
that out of care and his death was just an accident. It wasnot anything
more than a case of hit and run.<br /><br />I sat staring the screen of the
computer. Eventually a tear would drop. Then it started to get darker.
It then came to my thoughts… two days before his accident when I sat in
Adi’s room, the AC was set to full and I was feeling cold. Adi was doing
something on his computer and that was when he had asked me “Nims is
feeling cold again?” … It was the last time we had talked that way. I
had brought to show him my new Chemistry project on analysis of various
items and was reading it out to him. But the chill made me shiver and
that could be heard in my voice. Adi listened silently for long and then
he just turned back randomly and asked the question. I was rubbing my
palms together out of cold. Then Adi stood up and came to me. He touched
my forehead to check for fever but there wasnot any.<br /><br />Adi – “How can you feel cold in such horrible heat?”<br />Me – “zhahzhahhadda…” I just kept breathing from my mouth feeling cold…<br />Adi – “there is something wrong with you… wait let me get the thermometer.”<br /><br />I caught his hand and shook my head.<br /><br />Me – “You AC has set the room temperature to be 21… am I not supposed to freeze?”<br />Adi – “no..”<br /><br />I smiled remembering the exact way he had spoken… just like I had smiled then. A very simple and honest – NO! <br /><br />Me – “Aren’t you feeling cold?”<br /><br />Adi
was sitting in front of me on the bed and I was still holding his head.
To the question, Adi reached for my second hand and now all four palms
were caught together pressing each other. He shook his head and then
slowly said…<br /><br />Adi – “Not until you are there with me.”<br /><br />Probably
this is what I miss most about Adi. Why can’t I express myself with the
ease he did? He seemed to know the exact time when to speak something
and he spoke it perfectly. The timing and the way he spoke his words…
also the way he chose them… made you remember his words forever. The
time when he had spoken those words, it made the smile fade for a moment
to be replaced by love in the eyes. I hugged him and he hugged me back.
But that day seems so long lost. Like it was in some previous birth. I
knew today I would decline the entire world’s wealth for that one hug
but it was the only thing I wasn’t getting!<br /><br />The bell rang then.
It was Mum. She was smiling and I did not have the heart to welcome her
with tears. So I did my best to smile and I guess I was smiling. She
told how she spent her day visiting from one shop to another. She got me
a jacket.<br /><br />Mum – “Adi told me you felt cold in his room.”<br /><br />Why
were you doing this Adi? Sending me gifts even when you arent here?
Havent you spoiled me enough that not having you around devastated me?
and now you are even ruining my attempts to try and recover?<br />Mum also
got back one of your woollen t - shirts. You had apparently left it at
Mausi’s house. I wore that instead. It felt a lot more warmer. Mum did
have a hard time looking at me wearing that t – shirt but I guess she
was fighting the same emotions as I was. She was also putting on a smile
to give me strength while I did the same.<br /><br />I asked Mum to rest
while I put on the vegetables to cooking. They were ready in half an
hour. Isha had too returned in the meanwhile. She had brought lots of
books to read. She said she found some comfort in them. It was her
escape – her other world. The fact was, my other world was just one of
numbness but recently I had found another thing – the diary. I went to
read it.<br /><br />Adi wrote his diary daily. Till like he passed his class
5, the diary was nothing more than account of a young boy’s day. He
would write what happened at school and then a little general. He would
mention Isha a lot. She was definitely his soul. A few days after Isha
turned an year old, all the diary enteries of Adi mentioned – “I love my
little Sister”.<br /><br />The thing that really caught my eyes were his class 6 diary where he mentions going to the tree top for the first time.<br /><br />“…
Dad wants to buy some land. Its amidst forest. But I know there will be
great estate values in the years to come. Right now though, when dad
took me there to see the land, I was just seeing around when I found a
tree where a lot of birds were chirruping. Today morning also, when I
went there, again lots of birds. Dad was busy with his staff discussing
something and I silently climbed the tree. Yes I got some bruises here
and there but it was worth it. The branch had an exclusive view to the
horizon where even though the Sun was overhead, it looked orange. Very
beautiful. I don’t know how long I sat there but I got down only after I
heard dad calling my name. I am going to show it to Isha too. It’s some
4 – 5 km from our house but I know the way. It wont be difficult on the
cycle…”<br /><br />After that Adi often mentioned the place as – his
favourite secret place! Every week they would visit it. Whenever Isha
was sad or they were bored. I closed my eyes and I could almost feel how
I did when I had first time been there. Adi wasnot too good at telling
his innermost heart and I wondered if he felt the way I had?<br /><br />I
was reading through his class 7accounts when the bell rang. I did not go
to open it but surely I wasnot reading anymore. It was Pappa. He was
going back home when he decided to stop by. Isha called me. My Pappa had
never been an emotional person if I knew. It’s not that I had never
seen him fall weak but I never saw him show it. When my grandmother had
expired, my dad hugged me and wept long. That was the first time I saw
my dad cry. Then when his sister expired, dad had cried again. But all
those tears were fresh and soon lost. I have always been the emotional
one in the family and even now I miss my grandma and aunt. Today, Pappa
had come for another of my emotional healing sessions. He wanted me to
concentrate on studies. He said it had been a long time and a long
break. I can stop but the world wont and the day I decide that I was
ready to catch up, the world would be far ahead and I would never make
it then.<br />Mum second him and so did Dad (who returned soon after
Pappa’s arrival). I listened to them all silently. I knew they were all
correct but what can I do? I forget to breathe at times… how can they
expect me to remember the volumes of books I was taught? The college had
granted me 2 months vacations after Adi was gone. Piyush had arranged
them for me but those 2 months were only a few days left to be over.<br /><br />Dad – “that’s probably the best way to restart life..”<br />Mum – “And you need to complete your education, dear. You cant just let it go.”<br /><br />I was still silent.<br /><br />Isha – “Even bhai would want you to complete this.. wouldn’t he?”<br /><br />I
turned to Isha. She had read what was I thinking. Nothing mattered…
nothing made sense.. not without Adi. Everyone was silent now.They all
had wanted to say the same but just couldnot get themselves to. Finally I
promised I will try my best after the holidays are over.<br />I reasoned
it against myself for a long time. They were all correct that I had to
move on but how can I? I continued reading the diary. It was definitely
the better option. Just after a page or two I saw the first mention of
my name…<br /><br />“… Namrata, that’s what her brother Piyush called her. I
did not quite like the way she said I was being rude to Isha. Ofcourse I
had to stop her from talking to everyone. She is a little girl, how
will she know? Well, all girls are like that. Always poking their noses.
But Piyush bhaiyaa.. he plays amazing basket ball and know all the
tricks…”<br /><br />I grew more curious. I wanted to know more.. how did Adi
find me.. it was like living all that time but this time from his point
of view.<br /><br />Next few days had little mention of me… but with each
mention, it hinted that we were becoming friends. On the mention of the
day before my birthday..<br /><br />“… It’s Namrata’s birthday tomorrow.
Isha told me. She also told that Namrata was upset not having made any
friends here yet with whom she could celebrate. That is not done. Arent
we her friends? She should have atleast asked her. But I think I will
definitely help her celebrate. I will take her to our tree. She will
like it there. …”<br /><br />On my birthday.. there was the first long entry after Isha’s first birthday!<br /><br />“…
Lakshay kept irritating me the entire day. Namrata wouldnot believe me
that there is a place.. a special one and so she came to me after the
assembly and asked me about it. Thank God I asked her to go that time.
Just seeing me her talk to me kept Lakshay speaking of it the entire
day.. imagine if I would have talked, Lakshay would keep singing this
till we both landed in hell…”<br /><br />I had known Lakshay. Inititally
through Adi’s mention of him and later we had met quite a number of
times. He never looked the kind to have troubled Adi on him talking to a
girl. But well, that’s how we all were in our class 7. Moreover, I
don’t even remember anyone was there with Aditya when I went to him. My
memories are just too perfect in this sense – just my Adi and me!<br /><br />I scanned further… the last paragraph for the day.<br /><br />“… she loved it. It was the same smile Isha had all those times back. I wish she would keep smiling.”<br /><br />I
wish he had told all these words to me himself. It was just like living
all these moments all over again just this time Aditya was the
narrator. I was 12 again.. sitting on the branch of tree with Adi and
looking at the sunset. I had no idea then that we both would go this
long way together – 10 years of togetherness! But that time I hadnt even
know that just 10 years of togetherness and then I will be one day left
to all by myself… to be alone and miserable with no one to hold onto.
This wasnot done Adi. Right from this secret world, we shared
everything… not your diary but atleast I did share every bit of me with
you… I don’t have anyone to go to.<br /><br />I was thinking all this when
Mum called me for dinner. I did not know about tomorrow but one thing I
promised myself that I am going to not let Mum, Dad or Isha feel Adi’s
absence. I had to be their son and daughter at the same time – even if
this is the only thing I do in my whatever remaining life. I immidiately
closed the computer.<br /><br />It continued the same way for a few coming
days. I mostly remained silent and did all the chores I could find. Mum
would sometimes complain that I am making her lazy. Probably work was
also her way of escaping reality. I would ask mum to sleep or do some
stiching. Earlier mum would spend hours stiching me tops, Isha’s frocks
or Adi’s shirt. But since we had grown up, she had almost left it. I
asked Isha to get mum some clothes and then mum starting stiching salwar
– kurta for us. Rest of the time I would just sit in front of the
computer and read and listen.<br /><br />It was like living all those
moments again except for the difference that this time Adi was the
narrator. I relived all those moments. How we went to school together.
When he was in class tenth, he used to panic a lot. It would take hours
for mum to get him to relax and then I used to sit and study with him.
Ofcourse I had my class 8 course. Isha would get bored, after all she
was just 6. And then was the first time I took Adi’s place. Each night
Adi would tell a story to Isha… this duty now shifted to me. Sometimes
Adi would sit in Isha’s room while I told the story and eventually he
would too fall asleep. Then I would have to call mum to wake him.<br />Miraculously,
Ishaan mentioned every story I told Isha in his blog. I was reading one
of those stories, one day, when Isha walked into Adi’s room. I sat in
Isha’s room that night and told her the story. For a while Isha wept
silently missing all what I was missing and then slept away. I, for a
moment, felt it was one of those days again but no… it wasnot. There was
no Adi sleeping in a corner on Isha’s bed or in his room, who would say
‘Done with my story telling session?’ as I would walk out of Isha’s
room and enter his.<br /><br />While reading Ishaan’s class 12th entries…
well had grown now. The text was more about what he planned for his
future life. Mention of us grew a lot. Our cycle rides changed to walks
in the evening while having a heart to heart conversation. I remember
all of them. With us growing, more and more emotions rose in both of us.
We faced our own worlds. In school, we would hardly meet for I had 10th
and Adi had 12th; but once back home… I would study while Adi had his
coaching. So each day we had a schedule to meet at 7:30 pm in the
buiding compound. Adi would be either playing basket ball then if he did
not have coaching and I would be down from 6 sometimes talking to
others, otherwise playing some game. But as soon as it was 7:30, we
would both leave whatever we were doing and find each other. Sometimes
our friends would laugh. As it happened, we had passed the age of being
called ‘committed’ by others but none the less the suspecious glances
kept coming. We had been fairly clear about our friendship. We were the
best of friends and that was something natural owing to the fact that we
spent almost 10 – 20 hours as day with each other or around each other.<br /><br />But
I guess there was certainly something… when Adi had passed out school,
he joined the Delhi Engineering College. His hard work had paid off and
he got computer engineering there. The first day when I had to go school
without Adi – I remember it clearly. Isha also felt a little weird but
she was a lot fine than I was. I couldn’t get myself to go. I was
standing with Isha near pappa’s car waiting for him to come and drive us
to school for we had missed the bus –thanks to me ofcourse. But then
Adi came out and said he will drive us. Isha hugged Adi as she left. I
just stood there not knowing what to say or do. But Adi just smiled and
said ‘you know you are going to rock.’ .. we smiled at each other and
then parted. I turned back after walking a little to see if he was gone
and his dairy said he watched me entering the gate and then left.<br /><br />Ofcourse
it was new class… big class and there were a lot of other things but I
just couldnot concentrate. This was one feeling of mine I had no clue
about. Why was I feeling so alone? I had all my friends and the teachers
werent so bad either but I kept feeling alone. Slowly I got used to it.<br /><br />And
then results came. Adi and I had a great time then. Both of us had
surprisingly managed in 90%. I got 94 and Adi had 92. We would go out
every evening to celebrate and in like a month of celebrations, we had
checked nearly all hotels, lounges, restaurants and discos.<br />The thing
did not last long though. Someone maybe cursed our happiness. Adi got
admission in Delhi College. He was really happy then. So was I. Mum,
dad, Mummy, Pappa and Isha, all were very happy. All relatives came to
congratulate. A few days went very nicely. But then the day approached.
Adi took me and Isha to our special place. Adi had applied for hostel as
the college was at one and a half hour drive from our place and he got
the accomodation too. Isha was crying. The three of us sat on different
branches – silently. Adi climed down to Isha’s branch. She was still
crying. He kept speaking for sometime but she wont stop. Finally she
smiled. Adi asked her to get down saying he was getting me and then we
will go home. I saw Adi come to where I was… I wiped my tears quickly
but we knew each other too well to hide things.<br />He sat down besides me, both of us silent for sometime. Finally he left a deep breath.<br /><br />Adi – “why are you crying?”<br />Me – “I am not crying.”<br /><br />I
lied. Tears rolled down my left cheek – Adi was sitting on the right
side. He stretched his hand across to my left cheek and picked up the
tear drop.<br /><br />Adi – “Don’t tell it to me that you arenot crying. Stop crying, I will know it myself.”<br />Me – “I am going to miss you.”<br /><br />Saying
so, I have no idea why, but I hugged him. This was the first time I
ever hugged anyone apart from mummy, pappa, mum and Isha.<br /><br />Adi – “I am not going forever. And I will be back every weekend. You can come and meet me in the hostel too.”<br /><br />Adi
said all sorts of things to calm me but it wasnot simple. We let go of
each other… more confused of our sudden hug. And without a proper end to
our conversation, for the first time we let the topic go.<br />Adi felt weird about it too.<br /><br />“…
I don’t know why she stopped me. I have been to all sorts of places but
she has been stopped me before, then why this time? I was feeling bad
about leaving home already, and her crying face wont let me go now. I
just hope what I am doing is good for both of us and Nimi remains fine… “<br /><br />I
knew I had tears when Adi wrote it for I was crying the entire night…
that night and I had tears now too! It was more than 15 days passed
since I found Adi’s diary. Almost 2 months since life decided to desert
me. There were just 2 reasons I was living for. One, Adi and I had
dreamt of a world with our families. Adi’s untimely exit left them
devastated too and I know Adi wouldnot want me to desert them. Not right
now. I needed to once again do what Adi should have been doing – being
here for them. Second, I had promised Adi and so did he promise me that
we will spend our lives together and die together. I tried whatever but
death doesn’t find me its dear one. Now I am here, I found the diary,
found myself closer to mum and Isha, then I guess there certainly must
be a reason for this life. Whatever the reason was, I am not hunting
that, I just know I had to play along. It was not a choice but a
condition put.<br /><br />Adi’s diary helped a lot to put a brave face.
Especially when every morning I type the password to the folder and
diary, ‘Namrata’ and ‘NimsI<3u a="" absence="" actually.="" adi="" all="" along="" am="" and="" arms="" atleast="" br="" burning="" but="" can="" cant="" clean="" clothes.="" comb="" comes.="" computer="" cry="" cuddle="" daily="" day="" down="" each="" empty="" filling="" food="" for="" hair="" has="" have="" here="" him="" i="" in="" into="" is="" isha="" learnt="" life="" lights="" listen="" lives="" make="" many="" me="" mum="" my="" myself="" night="" no="" notes="" of="" off="" old="" on="" or="" pain.="" pillow="" pull="" put="" replacement="" respectively="" rest="" revising="" s="" same="" scenario.="" shut="" sleep.="" so="" somehow="" somewhere="" started="" stop="" strength="" switch="" tell="" tells="" the="" them.="" there="" tie="" to="" until="" weird="" when="" without=""><br />I am angry. On myself, on Adi or on destiny, I don’t know.<br /><br />It
was my last birthday with Adi around. It was also our 6th anniversary
together. Adi had asked Pappa and then we had been out to a late night
dinner at the Le Meridian on the eve of 22nd. We danced till there was
any energy left in either of us. There was all my favourite food lying
on the table but I just rested my head making some space and kept
smiling. When I raised my head, Adi wasnot sitting across me… he was on
his knees with the same ring in his hand. He must be sitting there for
sometime now because all eyes had turned towards us. I was definitely
out of words.<br /><br />Adi – “Nims… say something..”<br /><br />I opened my couth but no words came out…<br /><br />Adi – “Nims… speak yaar.. my knees are hurting”<br /><br />Everyone
laughed but I had tears in my eyes. I went on my knees too, to face him
and looked at him in the eyes. I held his hand with the ring in both my
hands. He was surprised to see me down and wanted me to get up but I
just wouldnot.<br /><br />Me – “I take this ring just on one condition..”<br />Adi – “What is that?”<br />Me – “Be there for me and with me always”<br /><br />Adi
smiled and he placed the ring gently on my finger. We broke instantly
into tears and then a hug. It seemed like eternity that we were holding
each other. And he then silently whispered into my ears…<br /><br />Adi – “I will be there always. With you.. for you.. I promise. Even if it will be the only thing I do in my life.”<br /><br /><br />Remember
Adi.. you promised.. promised to stay besides me forever… then where
are you now? He remembered every promise he made… then why not this one?<br /><br />We
had been like this since he started college. Ofcorse it took us initial
two months to actually realise what was happening to us, but once we
did, people called us the ‘inseparable ones’. We would talk for hours;
he would escape from his hostel at night so we could have dinner
together.<br />But it wasnot so simple after all. When Adi had left, for
many days I couldnot help crying. Mum would also see me crying sometimes
when I would sit with her. Isha was also silent for few days. The house
was definitely out of life.<br /><br />Surprisingly, Adi was feeling the same.<br /><br />On his first day of college, 21st July<br />“…
It is good and nice but I don’t just feel complete. I think I am
missing Isha and Nimi. Why am I missing her so much? We talk for hours
everyday but now the number of hours are restricted. We will never have
those evening strolls and the basketball games; teasing her and then
buying gifts… I am going to miss a lot of things but probably this is
the best, so it needs to be done…”<br /><br />Reading this brought tears…
With each passing day, mention of me increased and finally when he was
in college, all he talked was mostly me or Isha; very little about his
new life. Certainly he mentioned making new friends, going on picnics,
bunking, and all such things but somewhere it was all what I was feeling
– missing each other!<br /><br />But then – no complains.. these moments
are the only thing responsible for bringing us closer. When we actually
knew that we liked each other and could probably have a nice future
together.. our first dream… first vows… first promise! <br /><br />Our
first promise… when he had his freshers party. More than a month into
college hostel; I was getting used to meeting him just on weekends and
that too sometimes we had to be content with just seeing each other and
passing an understanding look as the relatives would never leave us some
time for talking to each other.<br />My cell rang in the evening. I was
sitting with Isha in her room. I saw it was ‘Adi’ and I really did not
want Isha to talk to him. Fine, I knew being his sister she had the
right but Adi and I hardly talked. Lectures were increasing every week
and our interaction was decreasing and so I went into his room to talk
to him.<br /><br />Adi – “Meet me at the building basketball court in fifteen minutes. Bbye”<br /><br />That
is all he said and cut the phone. I couldnot understand it at all. If
he was coming home why wasn’t he coming upstairs. I rushed to my home.
Isha was really suspecious and kept asking.<br /><br />Me – “just a friend Isha. She wants to talk.. don’t worry, everything’s alright”<br /><br />But
I guess Isha really didn’t take my word. I just wore my slippers and
rushed down. Adi came in fifteen minutes, as he said. He didn’t carry
anything. I tried asking but he shut me up. We kept roaming aimlessly
for sometime and then finally when I was way too curious<br /><br />Me – “What is it? Why arent you coming upstairs?”<br /><br />He looked at me so innocently…<br /><br />Adi – “Will you come with me tonight?”<br />Me – “where?”<br />Adi – “freshers party in f-bar.”<br /><br />He
had to be joking. Who the hell takes still school going people to their
freshers party? And Pappa would never allow that. It had been really
difficult to convince him for discs and I was no way going to ask for
f-bars.. and meanwhile the thought process had just started, Isha came
running and hugged Adi. Weird thing – next she hugged me.<br /><br />Isha – “I always knew you two were perfect together!”<br />Me – “What?”<br />Isha – “Didn’t he propose you?”<br /><br />My eyes widened and I looked at Isha then to Adi in disbelief. So did Adi.<br /><br />Adi – “Who told you that?”<br />Isha
– “oh common, Mr Romeo and Ms Juliet. Since you have gone to hostel,
she is so upset and you cant help exchanging looks with her whenever you
are back. So stuck up both of you are..”<br />Adi – “ISHA… we are friends..”<br />Isha – “friends don’t cry each night missing each other…”<br /><br />I
couldnot believe that the little Isha had grown so much so as to speak
all this. I kept looking at her shocked… hearing the last line, Adi
turned to me..<br /><br />Adi – “you have been crying?”<br />Isha – “see!!”<br /><br />I
was here, wearing my night suit and bathroom slippers, standing in the
building parking at 8 pm and discussing probably the most important
thing in my life. It had to be a dream! I decided to go back to my
house.<br /><br />“… Nimi went back.. without a word. Isha punched me hard
into the ribs seeing Nim go. She said “If today she goes, probably she
wont be back. If more than a minute gone, you wont be able to stop her”.
Hell Isha was right. I was here wanting to meet Nim and then Isha, out
of all people, made me confess that yes there was something, and now I
had just a minute to stop that special from slipping away from my life.
Hell Isha had been so correct… and I ran…”<br />Adi wrote this about that incident in his diary. I had no idea this happened.<br /><br />I
turned and went to our building. I took the lift to our house on 7th
floor. I didn’t know if Isha was right or rather I did not want to
accept it. Adi didn’t, this is enough reason for me not to believe it
either. The main concern now was, how will I see Isha again… but as
always, Adi was there to resolve my worries. The lift stopped at the
fourth floor. Adi stood there.. totally out of oxygen. He had ran all
the way. He opened the door and entered inside. This was the first and
the last time I felt a little uncomfortable with Adi. Instead of letting
the lift move, he did close the door but pressed the stop button. We
hung somewhere between fourth and fifth floor. He took a few minutes
gaining breath.<br />I saw him and I am damn sure that I looked really
stupid seeing him relax. Finally when he could speak, he leaned against
me in the left<br /><br />Adi – “There is something Nimi.. I don’t feel good
with you away. Whatever it is, I want to know. It maynot work, but
still I need to know what it is.. and for that I need you to be there
with me.”<br /><br />I still stood there staring him… my lips were open in
effort that some word comes out… but they wont. Adi looked too gorgeous
and perfect for my words to utter and interrupt me from admiring him. We
stood there for long. It had to be long as then the phone inside the
lift rang. Adi answered it.<br /><br />Adi – “yes we are stuck here. Sure. Thanks.”<br /><br />He turned back to me but I turned away. It was really hard to keep looking at him.<br /><br />Adi – “Nim answer me…”<br /><br />I turned back… Adi was on his knees.<br /><br />Adi – “Marry me…”<br />Me – “What?”<br /><br />“…
and she burst out into laughter. Oh common, I hadnt been proposing
girls for like always. How should I know what to say to make a
girlfriend? And especially it had to be special… for Namrata atleast…”<br /><br />The
lift was fixed and the door soon opened to the seventh floor. Mummy and
Mum were standing there, a little worried. But as soon as they saw Adi,
all theirworries turned into smiles and joys. They hugged him and asked
how he had been. No one seemed to notice me... none but Adi. He was
answering all their questions but he eyes fixed on where I was.
Everytime I tried walking out of the room, he would ask me to stay and
listen or bring him something.<br />A minute later, as I gave him the
juice he wanted, he merrily spilled it on both of us, pretending to be
busy in conversation. I didnt need to show him where the washroom was,
but still I did. I switched on the lights for him but before I could
exit going to the kitchen to wipe myself, he locked the door.<br /><br />He stood there in front of me... and we both stood there staring at each other. He then, suddenly blurted out<br />Adi - "I am awaiting an answer Nimi."<br />Me - "I have to leave."<br />Adi - "Answer..."<br />Me - "The answer is that you are crazy. I cant answer about marrying you."<br />Adi
- "Are you kidding me? Its been five long years since we have been
together. I havent had another friend like you and I know the same for
you... Leave that, I dont even know a girl as well as I know you and you
dont know a boy... I know you will make an awesome girlfriend and I
wanted you to be so for the entire life... so I asked you to marry me."<br /><br />I
just stood there... Adi was the answer to all my troubles. He was
flawlessly answering all my feelings. His words made sound, what I felt,
so obvious. We had been mysteriously in love for long...<br /><br />Adi - "Answer me crazy"<br /><br />Why
did I need to answer. I leaned a little closer to him and as they call,
kissed him mildly on his cheeks. It was not even a second long but
there was so other moment more beautiful than this one we had in our
relationship. We both had our eyes closed for a long time...<br /><br />"...
her eyes were close.. and she looked ever so tender. For a moment she
was someone so new to me.. not like the girl I had known all along.. but
then I knew that we had a long way to go ahead..."<br /><br />The fun times
didnt end since then. Adi rushed to his hostel early in the morning as
he had escaped the previous night and he had to be back before anyone
woke up. In his room, the first thing he did was call me... yes I had
been expecting the call. But instead of the normal 'I am back!' .. he
kept asking was the last night real?<br />We talked on phone each night
for hours. Mornings, he would sleep in his lectures and me in mine. Isha
knew about the commitment. She would help me sneak out to meet him on
weekdays. At weekends, when he was back, we would rarely see or talk to
each other in front of everyone.. not event the amount we used to.
Social networking sites, still showed us 'single' ... we had our
relatives in our friend lists and we were not yet ready for the
declaration.<br />Practically, he knew everything about me. But we wanted
to know each other with a different perspective. And so we needed our
time.<br /><br />But as they say, God never asks you your plans. One Sunday
evening, Adi was packing to leave. Dad had been out of town for some
business meeting and mum had gone to the market to bring him some
biscuits. Isha too was gone out with her friends. Adi asked me to come
over to help him pack. It had only been six months since he went to
college. I was packing while he relaxed carelessly.<br />He was throwing random comments... making me concious of everything... my dressing, my hair, my movements...<br /><br />Me - "Firstly you dont do your job and when I am doing it, you wont let me... what do you want?"<br />Adi - "You"<br /><br />He
said it with alot of seriousness in his voice... one that made me drop
the clothes I was holding. He laughed and walked to me. I started
walking backwards. Often I saw this in the movies and thought how can
anyone do it in real life... if the person you love is approaching you,
how can you move backwards.. but now I knew that this is the way things
worked. Love never defined things.. things defined themselves in a very
lovely way!<br />I was leaning against the almirah door and no more space
to move back... he still kept approaching. Yes it was 6 months into
commitment but that magic was always there. We talked less and looked at
each other more. I shook free of the feeling and tried moving out but
he held my hand. He was holding a beautiful bracelet in his other hand. I
noticed it for the first time.<br /><br />Adi - "I hope there is no problem with this?"<br /><br />I
had refused to wear a ring when he brought one. Everyone would notice
and it would be so obvious. He started placing the bangle on my wrist.
None of us spoke but kept looking at each other with utmost love in our
eyes. Finally when the bracelet was in my hand.. I smiled and turned to
leave.. but the moment I turned, the smile turned to fear. He noticed
the fear on my face and looked towards the door.<br />If any moment, a
movie director yelled 'cut' from somewhere I wouldnot have had been
surprised for the situation was typically one of those in the movies.
Mum stood at the door staring at the two of us while Adi and I, stood as
close as we could without merging into one and holding hands. We all
stood still for a moment. Fear grew inside me like Tsunami waves. With a
tear in my eyes, I broke myself from Adi and ran out as fast as I
could. In the process, I didnot even realise that the bracelet had
broken and all its beats spread all along the way to my home.<br /><br />I
entered my room without a word to anyone and locked it. In a single
instant, I felt more fear than I did feel love in the past six months. I
dont know what would have happened to Adi. We were so lost in each
other that we didnot even hear mum enter the house or walk to Adi's
room. I tried reasoning myself that me and Adi had done nothing wrong.
Apart from on the confession day, the most we had done is held hands...
not even hugged. Adi would at times say he wanted more but had never
even done to touch me apart from my hands. But still I couldnt help feel
guilty.<br />And in a matter of hours, Adi would be gone and then, how
would I face mum. Tears wouldnot stop. And I dont know for how much time
I sat like that. And then... I heard the door bell ring. With wet eyes I
peeked out of the door. Mum was standing there in the hall talking to
Mummy. She still looked serious. She saw me peeking out and spoke
something.. Mummy turned too. I closed the door and retreated inside.
Dad would be back any minute and when he gets to know... I am sure sure,
he would be hell angry. Well, not to blame him... which dad wouldnt be.
Even though both the families knew each other from so long yet when it
would come to their daughter, it was another matter! The clock seemed to
slow down. I kept staring at the wall clock. Mum was there for two big
hours. I can never imagine what two people who meet like ten times a day
will have to discuss for two hours unless it was definitely something
serious.<br />Amidst all such negative thoughts, the only good thing was
that dad wouldnot be home until late. He had some urgent meeting and it
might take him longer than usual. The phone rang once... Mummy probably
was the one to pick it up... and I know it was pappa for after 10
minutes of tele-chat, she called out to Piyush that dad would be late.
It means that dad knew.<br />My phone constantly buzzed too. Adi called me
more than twenty times and he kept sending messages but I was just too
scared to even read his message. I just silently prayed that he was fine
and I too would remain fine. Finally I heard mummy calling me. Her
voice was serious - typically - no - nonsense type. She sounded really
angry. At first I just refused to come out but then she called me again.
This time, even more angrily. I went out silently.<br /><br />Mummy - "What aunty tells me.. is it true?"<br /><br />I didnot speak anything. Tears rolled down my eyes.<br /><br />Mum - "I am real disappointed."<br /><br />I
looked at her. Definitely, Adi and me hadnot done right by hiding
things but parents should understand that we couldt tell them so easily.
Whatever it was, mum sounded disappointed and that hurt. But soon there
spread a smile to her face. I didnot believe my eyes. Definitely being
super upset, I was imagining things.<br /><br />Mum - "I am disappointed.
For every tiny thing, you can come to my house but you didnt feel like
telling such a big thing to me?"<br /><br />I was so certainly dreaming!<br /><br />Mum - "Come here little girl or your hugs are now only reserved for someone?"<br /><br />And
both of them were laughing. Mum came and hugged me tight. I am never
going to forget that one moment. The moment, I got my entire family.
Mummy called someone and then I saw that Adi sat there all along...
laughing at me. He came and hugged mummy. Didnt I say that this was the
best moment of my life and so it was his...<br /><br />"... she still didnt
believe what she heard and witnessed but it was real. I couldnt lift my
gaze of those watery eyes. She had been crying for so long that even now
tears didnt stop. With her wet eyes she stared at me...."<br /><br />This
was the moment Mum became Mum from Aunty and Dad became dad from Uncle.
Yes, now when I recall the incident, I have referred to them as Mum -
Dad only but that is because I cant imagine ever to see them as anyone
else... not now!<br />I re-read the entire entry.<br /><br />"... and mum was
standing there on the door. We were all standing silently, having
nothing to speak. I am glad, mum didnot speak for I was scared of
hearing what she would say then. And then as if thunder hit, Nimi broke
apart my hold and ran away. I wanted so bad to call her but her running
away didnt have any effect on mum. She stood the way she was and stared
at me. The bracelet broke and all pearls shattered. If Nimi, were to
relate it - our relationship and we had shattered!<br />Mum walked in and sat on the bed. We both silent as long as we could.<br /><br />Mum - "Do you want to say something or should I?"<br /><br />There
were a hundred things I wanted to say. Firstly like - It wasnt Nimi's
fault... and there wasnot anything about fault either way. We didnot do
anything and liking each other was no offense.... But no I didnot say
any of it. I stood silent and shook my head.<br /><br />Mum - "Do you like her?"<br /><br />I nodded.<br /><br />Mum - "Does she like you?"<br /><br />I stared at mum giving her one of the 'what' stares...<br /><br />Mum - "Answer me..."<br />Me (Adi) - "Yes"<br />Mum - "I am surprised, I failed to see that Namrata's choice has so much fallen."<br /><br />Mum
started laughing saying so. I couldnot believe my eyes. Yes,
undoubtedly my mum was the best in the world and she had always been a
huge support but yes, for this matter, I had my doubts.<br />May hugged me and said "Lets get me a daughter - in - law."<br /><br />At
Nimi's house, aunty seemed to be really difficult at first. Mum asked
me to stay with Piyush bhai, inside. I kept trying Nim's number but she
wont pick up. Half of my happiness was melting away thinking of her to
be upset and crying. I wanted to shout to her... to official propose her
but mum had prohibited that. After long moments of wait... I was called
outside. Aunty was really difficult at the starting. She remained
silent - angry silent! And then uncle called. Aunty told him the entire
thing and Uncle had alot to say from the other end. When the call ended,
Aunty informed that Uncle would be late.<br />Aunty came back and sat
where she did before. Before she could speak, I bent on my knees before
her and said "I maynot be the best... but I know that when Nim is there
with me... I know we can together be happy always and face everything.
And I know she feels the same. I am not saying I am marrying her right
now but I want your permission to marry her when you will know I can
keep her happy for the entire life."<br />Aunty had some tears and mum
started clapping. Even Piyush bhai had come out. I went to him and
before I could speak, he hugged me and said "I always knew they would
make it some day and I am glad you both did!"<br /><br />It took moments
before everything was finalised. Finally Nimi was called out. She was
damn scared. And by the looks on her face, she had been crying the
entire time... and if I know her, praying too. I so wanted to go and hug
her and share my hearts happiness with my heart but it was so damn
funny seeing her like that. Finally she noticed her and I could once
again see her playful eyes behind those tears which still kept
flowing... "<br /><br />That night, I remember, we did not talk on phone. It
was just some weird shyness that had gotten into us. At 12:00 am, the
cell buzzed. He messaged me “Happy Birthday Love, I know the bracelet
did not work out but I hope the later gift will do”<br /><br />“… yes even I
don’t believe it. All this happened on her birthday eve! It feels as
though I wrapped myself up as present for her birthday…”<br /><br /><br />I
dont know why but I was crying. Living all these moments, I was crying
again. Suddenly the pain of loosing Adi surfaced. The truth that I would
never hear him say these words again... I would never see him smile... I
would never be able to hug him again...<br />All these things left me
broken and shattered. I wish that time would fly back and I could be
with him.. all over again.. The diary which had been my support for the
past few months, to live... to survive... had suddenly become the reason
of me loosing control on myself. I was sobbing really hard. Isha came
running. She tried all her might but I couldnot just get myself to rise
from where I sat.<br />Dad and mum came running too. Dad was surprised to
see me crying in front of the computer. It didnot make sense... mum
quickly told him about Adi's diary. Dad was really angry. He stormed to
where I sat.<br /><br />Dad - "Stop it"<br /><br />Before I even had the chance to look at him.. his hand flew against the monitor and it fell on the ground shattered...<br /><br />Me - "ADITYA...."<br /><br />For
a brief second me and Dad stood facing each other. His way of showing
his sadness was the anger and mine were tears. The moment was too brief.
He picked up the mouse and threw it away. The wire broke off. I tried
to stop him but he wouldnot. He reached for the CPU but I came in his
way.<br /><br />Me - "Dad please... its all I got left of Adi.. its all we got left of him... Not Aditya... please"<br /><br />Dad withdrew his stretched hands. He had tears too. I hugged him as he wept. Mum and Isha were too crying.<br />I
dont get it - one person.. just one person gone and like all of us had
lost the will to live. Isha too hugged Dad and cried. Finally when Dad
could gather himself...<br /><br />Dad - "Aditya is gone. You have to accept
it Namrata. I know it is hard for you but it is hard for all of us.
Look at yourself... you havent attended your college for 4 long months.
Your studies are at stake. Even I hate going to office daily but I have
to. If I dont, will be doing justice to all of you? I cant get Aditya
back but atleast I can do something for the people with me."<br />Mum -
"You have always been my daughter... since the first day when Isha
brought you home.. remember? And it really hurts me to see you in pain.
And being a mother, I am already dealing with loosing my son."<br />Dad -
"As people say... wherever Aditya is - he wouldnot like to see you like
this. He did and we all do know that you are strong enough to move on
and we want you to."<br /><br /><br />That night, I wept silently. It took me four months and acknowledge that Adi was gone. it was hard but I had to deal with it.<br /><br />...<br /><br />6
months had passed. Things started getting back to normal as they could.
I started going to college. Well, studies definitely help to keep my
mind occupied. I definitely hated it when people would come and say
sorry for my loss. Nafisa tried being as cheerful as she could. I would
smile to her attempts. But there were still nights when I couldnot help
the tears. Mum would often see me crying and come and sit with me
silently. I went to Mummy and Pappa on weekends. They were glad to see
me trying to going on. At times they even tried proposing how do I plan
on further life but they knew when they couldnot get me to change my
mind. I needed time... alot of time.<br /><br />One evening, mum had gone to
pick up Isha from her swimming classes. I was at home packing. Piyush
had come home for vacations and he would soon pick me up to go to home.
Dad wasnot back yet. As a result I was home alone... and the phone rang.
It was one phone call, that changed everything for me. I had been told
that Adi met an accident when he... but neither had I asked and nor did
anyone tell me - what kind of accident. Sometimes, the police would call
dad for formalities. It was from the Police Station... the person on
the other side informed me that the truck driver who was driving the
truck, which hit Adi's car is found. He was drinking and driving and the
appropriate charges have been put against him.<br /><br />Never for all
these years have I felt the need of doing what I was going to do now.
Ever since we had been neighbors, the two houses lived as one. I have
known since long where the keys to the almirah are kept; what the
almirah holds… Dad often has to travel with money and so he licensed a
gun on his name. It was always kept in the drawer in the cupboard and
never once sought to be used. There were numerous times when mum asked
me to open the cupboard to fetch something or other but I could never
get myself to do so. It was wrong to open other people’s cupboard.<br />But
today, it was different. I took out mum’s cupboard keys and opened the
cupboard. Adi always told me that his hands shook when he held that gun…
mine didn’t. I took the gun and rushed outside.<br />I had to be too
preoccupied as I didn’t hear Piyush enter the house. He saw what I was
doing. He must have known all of it – for it didn’t take him longer than
a moment to understand what was in my mind. He tried all his might
stopping me. Ofcourse, he was elder and physically stronger but I was
determined.<br /><br />I don’t know when but the gun pointed to his direction. My fingers, ready on the trigger.<br />I
shouted “You knew it… you knew it all along and never did once you felt
like telling me. Never once you thought that I needed to know it. But
now I do…”<br /><br />I kept the gun in my purse and grabbed the keys of the
car. Within moments, I was driving the car as madly as I never had,
racing to the Police Station.<br /><br /><br />“… I just cant wait! Soon, she
would be through with her post - graduate course and Pappa wouldnot mind
us getting married. But before that the project…”<br /><br />Adi was
working in dad’s company ofcourse as an assistant manager. Ofcourse
everyone knew him but he never took advantage of it. He did projects
like all others, followed regular timings, etc. This project, he was
currently handling, was his biggest one ever. He had to prepare the
regional financial reports of a particular factory that was about some
200 kms. For an ordinary person, it would have had been a task for
almost a month. Adi took two. He made sure he met each and every
employee in the factory, heard them and then reached any conclusion.<br />Finally, his report was done. He and his report partner Nishant, had gone to hand over a copy of the report to the factory.<br /><br />Adi had been out of town before on such things and I was used to them. Like always, before leaving, he came to meet me…<br /><br />Me – “How long this time?”<br />Adi – “You wont even know I am gone…”<br /><br />Adi leaned in closer…<br /><br />Adi – “You know it matters to me.. don’t you Nimi? And I know it matters to you too…”<br />Me – “That’s why I am not saying anything…”<br />Adi – “But I hate to see you so upset… you should be used to it by now.”<br />Me
– “Why cant you join as a manager directly? Dad wont mind. You can do
the office job where you will be back home at a fixed time and no going
away unnecessarily.”<br />Adi – “You mean the boring stuff?”<br />Me – “No I mean the safe stuff… stuff with what I know you will be safe…”<br />Adi – “Hey common… its not like someone’s gonna kidnap me…”<br /><br />I placed my palm over his mouth…<br /><br />Me – “Don’t say like that…”<br />Adi – “Then you don’t behave like this…”<br />Me – “I behave like this because I care…”<br />Adi – “Nimi… if this is how you behave right now… what are you gonna be like after our marriage?”<br />Me – “I wont let you step out of the house…”<br />Adi – “House? Or the bedroom?”<br /><br />Even years after of being in a relationship… he spoke such naughty things that made me blush and these were our special moments.<br /><br />Adi – “Anyways, for being back… I would better be going and I promise I will be back… real soon!”<br /><br />We hugged each other and he left…<br />That was the last I felt him… last time I saw him… last time I heard him… and since then, he never returned.<br /><br /><br />I
stormed into the Police Station. Within few minutes, I would be in
front of the person who deprived me of my life… who made it difficult
for me to breath.<br />With every breath I take… the pain increases… realizing… that am alive without him!!<br />All those moments of pain were to be avenged.<br /><br />I sat there in the bench which the Inspector ordered the culprit to be brought. These were the true long moments of wait.<br />As
time passed… there was the best entry of my life. From the main door,
came in Piyush and mum… while the constable brought in the man.<br />He
was thin and tall… hadnot shaven for days and he looked perfectly the
kind of person who would kill people or do worse to girls. Yes I hate
him.<br /><br />Standing here, in middle of the Police Station… all thoughts
came to life at once. This was the man who was the reason for me
standing here – without Adi. Adi never let me stand in a queue at a café
and because of this person, I was standing here. Mum and Piyush
remained silent, dreading what I might do.<br />The Inspector gave the
entire confession of the culprit – “he had to deliver his goods that day
but he had drunk the last night and slept. As a result he was running
late for delivery. He effect of alcohol hadnot worn out and he was
driving in the wrong side to avoid highway traffic. He said… he did not
see Adi’s car coming and they both met a collision on the road. The car,
broke into millions of pieces and so did my life…<br /><br />When the
Inspector ended… I found myself hitting the man with every possible
thing I could. I kicked him… slapped him… punched him and threw all
things my hands could find. A female constable was immediately called to
stop me. Piyush and mum tried holding me back… but they couldnot…
finally I thought of the gun… I took it out of my bag and aimed at the
man.<br />For a second… everything froze.<br /><br />Inspector – “Maam… we are sorry about your loss and we promise that he gets the punishment but what you are doing is wrong…”<br />Me – “I knew Aditya for almost all my life. And because of this person… I will never lead the life we had together planned…”<br /><br />I turned to the man…<br /><br />Me
– “For 10 long years… do you get that? 10 years… big time… everything
changes but we were together. He is my best friend… he is the person I
dreamt a life with… he is the person I knew I could share everything
with… he was there when I needed someone… he was the one to walk down
every lane with me… and just because you don’t care… DO YOU KNOW HOW
DIFFICULT IT IS FOR ME TO LIVE?”<br /><br />I pointed towards mum…<br /><br />Me
– “Look at her… HE WAS HER SON… does it make any difference to you? HIS
SISTER HAS SUDDENLY LOST ALL HER CHILDHOOD… Who will be there to
protect her from everything bad in life?”<br /><br />I pointed to Piyush…<br /><br />Me
– “That’s my brother… he comes down to visit me every second month… ADI
WAS HIS FRIEND TOO! THEY PLAYED TOGETHER… I don’t know any other guy
with whom my brother could be so comfortable leaving me with.”<br /><br />I turned to the Inspector…<br /><br />Me
– “And then you say I am doing wrong? I am just 24. I got plenty of
years to live through and the problem is that its hard living every
second… what do you have to say about all the years… and where was I
wrong? I just loved a guy and this man… he was WRONG…!”<br /><br />I pointed the gun back to the man…<br /><br />Me
– “I have never hated anyone more than I hate you… I haven’t seen your
face before today but all these months… I have hated you. Yes, I didn’t
know that it was you who took my life away but all the hatred I had for
God for taking my Adi away… is now on you!”<br /><br />I closed my eyes… no matter what but with open eyes I would never be able to open the trigger.<br /><br />As
soon as I closed my eyes, Adi stood there before me. Very clear and
very perfect. He took the gun from my hand gently. It was all black
around us and just the two of us shone in front of each other. Never
before in the nothingness, had I seen his face. It was the first time.<br />I
fell into his arms and wept… I hugged him as hard as I could… I was not
letting him go… he was there in front of me. I told him everything I
wanted to.<br /><br />Me – “Why did you go? I am so lost and lonely… I don’t
like anything. The Sun isnot the same bright… the moon is dull… Isha
and Mum miss you too much. Dad doesn’t say it but he needs his son.
Mummy and Pappa miss those family dinners. Piyush hasn’t touched the
basketball. I haven’t lived!”<br /><br />Adi pulled me away from him so as to see me. I was crying. He wiped my tears gently and then nodded.<br /><br />Adi – “I know it Nimi. I see it all and I miss all those things too! Atleast you are there with all of them… I am alone here.”<br /><br />I wanted to say… to ask him to return…<br /><br />Adi
– “Let me speak… The Sun… the Moon… they are all the same. Me or anyone
else don’t matter to them. They are far beyond these human emotions. I
miss Piyush bhai too… I miss those challenges but I want him to now
settle down. He is happy with his job and he is going to do great in
future… Isha is very lonely. She needs you to be with her. She is so
like you. She too has stopped talking to people. Even today, she sobs
when you are not seeing. It hurts me seeing her hurt. She is a smart,
pretty young lady and it’s not good if she ruins her life missing her
brother… atleast her brother disapproves of it. Mummy – Pappa are
definitely broken but I know they are brave people. With time their
wounds will dry but the scars will remain. I don’t want you to not let
those wounds not heal up. Seeing you miserable… they will never be able
to forget me and always be in misery. Dad is all alone. I wish there was
something I could do for him. I am sure Piyush bhai, at the right time
will be there but yes I know nothing can really help him. For mum, she
wont show it ever but she is broken as much as possible… you are still
complaining, she got no one to complain to. I hate seeing her like
that.”<br /><br />I nodded in approval and to show understanding…<br /><br />Adi
– “And for you… you were my life… imagine how it is to be here all
alone leaving my life so far behind? You know I love you and I know you
love me. Our time together was timed! But why are you so much
complaining? Arent you happy we met each other? So much happened between
us?”<br />Me – “But there was more we planned… more we had to live together…”<br />Adi
– “None of us is God, Nimi. He decides what happens and what doesnot. I
know I will survive here with all those memories… then why cant you
survive there? There … with the souverniers!”<br /><br />I cried again…<br /><br />Me – “I want to be with you… why cant I be here?”<br />Adi
– “I would love to see you answer this if you were in my place… but
God’s been great to not have you here. You have your entire life ahead
of you. Live it to the fullest. I don’t want to be the reason for the
tear in your eyes… why cant I live forever as the smile on your face?”<br /><br />We sat silently staring each other…<br />Adi then showed the gun, he kept aside.<br /><br />Adi
– “As for this man… if it wasnot him… it would have had been someone
else. It was destined and so it had to happen. None of us could change
it. You have to learn to forgive.”<br /><br />Suddenly… the darkness was fading away and so was Adi… I held onto him even more tightly…<br /><br />Me – “No Adi… don’t go… Please…”<br />Adi – “Remember everything I told you… I know you will be fine…!”<br /><br />His voice grew fainter and fainter…<br /><br />I woke screaming “ADITYA”<br /><br />I
was standing in the Police Station. The gun lying on the floor just at
my feet. I don’t know what had happened but I knew there were somethings
Adi wanted me to do…<br />Feeling him gone… I collapsed on the floor, crying to myself.<br /><br />Me
– “I can’t kill you… its not enough for you – to be truthful. You must
be Adi for someone… there must be your sister and mother, waiting for
you. I just hope that you spend rest of your life with the regret that
you took one life and destroyed many more… living with the guilt can be
the only wordict I cant give you… But just do me one favour – DON’T COME
IN FRONT OF ME EVER… ever…”<br /><br />Mum came running to me… I was on my
knees… on the floor… sobbing as hard as I knew. Mourning and groaning
for my loss. Mum wept with me.<br />Piyush picked up the gun and then helped me up.
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Luna Lovegoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09803885763515044510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480514476051237154.post-50650181228997699112017-05-25T22:36:00.000+05:302017-05-25T22:36:11.327+05:30A mini situation :: CID Fanfic<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Dhiren could not understand why any woman would have hundreds of her own
photographs scattered throughout her home, furniture toppled
chaotically, and spots of multicolored paint staining everything in
sight. However, he didn’t have time to bother with such issues. His
focus was on one thing: the cash and jewels he would be stealing from
this home.<br /><br />“Her name is Sheetal Ambuja. She's a vice-president
for Sheetal Industries, lives alone, and keeps a good one hundred to two
hundred thousand in cash and jewels in the house at any one time,"
Tejas had told him when they'd met at the Malibu Bar and Grill.<br /><br />"What about her schedule?" Dhiren had asked, contemplating how he would pull off the robbery.<br /><br />"That's
up to you to figure out. I've done everything I can." Tejas had
gathered up his papers and stuffed them into his briefcase. Dhiren had
been provided with an entire file on Sheetal, including a rough layout
of the house and Polaroids of the security system and many of the rooms.
The two would not talk again until Dhiren delivered Tejas’s ten
percent.<br /><br />As he walked through the hallway, Dhiren was certain
that Sheetal would not be home for at least another two hours. It was
Wednesday night, which meant that she would be playing racquetball with
her colleagues until nine. Now that he was in the home, it was only a
matter of finding where the riches were stored.<br /><br />After checking
the other rooms, Dhiren finally headed into the final one: Sheetal’s
bedroom. The moment he opened the door and peered inside, the gun fell
from his hand and clattered on the wooden floor. There on the bed lay
Sheetal, a bloody wound on her stomach. The white sheets around her
lifeless body were soaked with blood.<br /><br />Once he had gathered his
senses, Dhiren approached the bed slowly. There was no doubt it;
Sheetal was dead. But who could have done such a thing? And why had
she been home so early? His eyes caught sight of something small and
silver next to her hand. He leaned over slowly, careful not to touch
anything. It was a silver chain with a small skull pendent on it. <br /><br />As
he turned to leave the leave the room, Dhiren made a firm resolve. He
would call the CID team and let them know that a murder had been
committed before fleeing the scene himself.<br /><br />Dhiren called the CID.<br /><br />Dhiren – “Hello?”<br />Freddie – “Hello”<br />Dhiren – “Hello”<br />Freddie – “aage bhi bolo na.”<br />Dhiren – “CID office?”<br />Freddie – “haan main CID office se Freddie…umm..CID officer Fredricks bol raha hoon.”<br />Dhiren – “main ek murder ke bare mein report likhwana chahta hoon.”<br />Freddie – “haan bolo”<br />Dhiren – “Sheetal Ambuja ka khoon ho gaya hai. Sheetal Ambuja jo Sheetal Industries ki vice president hain.”<br />Freddie – “ye tumhe kaise pata?”<br />Dhiren – “main aapse keh raha hoon na. Aap log jaldi yahan aa jaayiye.”<br />Freddie – “theek hai par tumhara naam kya hai?”<br /><br />Dhiren hung up.<br /><br />Abhijeet – “arre Freddie kaun tha?”<br />Freddie – “mujhe kya pata, mujhe koi kuch batata hi nahi!”<br />Abhijeet – “par usne kaha kya?”<br />Freddie – “Sheetal Ambuja ka khoon ho gaya hai.”<br /><br />Quietly
Dhiren jumped out of a window to escape. He ran to the gate, but the
gardener spotted him and shouted. Watchman came. The two, caught Dhiren
and started beating him. Dhiren couldn’t escape.<br />Not until he was
really injured, the CID came. They freed Dhiren and called for an
ambulance. Then Daya questioned the gardener and the watchman, while
Vivek tried to talk to Dhiren and others went inside the house.<br />The Gardener and the Watchman told them that they saw him running and thought he was a thief and so they caught him. <br /><br />Vivek – “Tum kaun ho aur yahan kya kar rahe ho?”<br />Dhiren – “saab main Dhiren hoon. Main yahan chori karne aaya tha…….”<br />Vivek – “ye khoon tumne kiya?”<br />Dhiren – “nahi”<br />Vivek – “haan bolo. Phir tum bhaag kyu rahe the?”<br />Dhiren – “Maine kuch nahi kiya. Nahi mara…nahi churaya…main darr gaya.”<br />Vivek – “haan bolo aage”<br />Dhiren – “Tejas..wohh Tejas.”<br /><br />Dhiren fainted. Ambulance arrived then and Vivek escorted Dhiren to hospital.<br />Inside,
CID found that someone had stabbed Sheetal with a knife on the stomach
wounding her badly but not killing her. Sheetal died slowly and before
dieing she must have tried to escape and that’s how the whole room was
stained with blood. On searching the whole house, they found Sheetal’s
personal diary stitched inside a woolen coat. In that, she mentioned how
her someone was after her life as after her divorce, she got lot of
money and would become the President in the company. Also, Sheetal
mentioned about her will and papers that she had hidden. In those papers
she had written whom she suspected.<br />They searched a lot but found no papers and all the cash and jewellery was gone.<br />Morning,
The CID went to Sheetal’s office to talk to her husband but he wasn’t
there. Sheetal’s brother Hemant was there who didn’t know about her
sister’s death. On hearing the news he was completely shocked. He told
them that Sheetal used to fight a lot with Ashish (her husband) and so
they got divorced and now he wanted to take over the company. He told
them that Ashish had disappeared from yesterday night and so surely he
is guilt. ACP took Ashish’s cell number. On coming out, ACP ordered Daya
to spy on Hemant and Abhijeet to trace the position of the cell phone.<br />In
the Hospital, Dhiren was recovering but while Vivek was gone to attend a
call, someone tried to come and kill him. Vivek caught him. He was
munna a contract killer and Tejas had asked him to kill Dhiren. He told
that Tejas would come to Flinton Bar that evening.<br />In the bar, Abhijeet met Tejas. <br /><br />Abhijeet – “aur Tejas bhai kya haal hai?”<br />Tejas – “Tu kaun hai be?”<br />Abhijeet – “Shakeel hoon. Delhi se yahan naya aaya hoon. Sab ne bola Tejas bhai se mil lo wohh set kara denge.”<br />Tejas – “set? Kya baat kar raha hai?”<br />Abhijeet – “bhai aap toh jaante ho na. Kacha khiladi nahi hoon bas mauka nahi mila. Main bhi aapke saath kaam karna chahta hoon”<br />Tejas – “koi chori ki hai kabhi?”<br />Abhijeet – “ haan bhai kai choti choriyaan toh ki hain par maine suna hai aap sirf badi choriyaan karte ho!”<br /><br />Tejas
saw Ashish standing at a corner of the bar with rest of the CID. He
recognizes Ashish and smelt something fishy. He took out a gun and
placed it on Abhijeet’s head.<br /><br />Tejas – “nikalne do mujhe warna maar dunga isse.”<br />Daya – “Tejas gun neeche rakh do, tum yahan se nahi bhaag sakte.”<br />Tejas – “aisa tumhe lagta hai. Hato mere raaste se.”<br />Daya – “nahi hatunga. Neeche rakho gun aur surrender kar do Tejas.”<br /><br />Daya moves to catch Tejas<br /><br />ACP – “arre Daya kya karte ho? Jab who keh raha hai raaste se hat jao, toh hat jao na.”<br /><br />Daya see Tejas and see Abhijeet is holding his gun out.<br /><br />Abhijeet – “Bola tha na Tejas bhai. Hum bhi kache khiladi nahi hain.”<br /><br />Tejas drops his gun.<br /><br />**<br />Hemant comes to the bar and sits with Tejas.<br /><br />Hemant – “kya baat hai? Kyu bulaya mujhe? Tumhare paise toh de diye na maine?”<br /><br />Just then CID comes and ACP places a hand on Hemant’s shoulder is gets surprised and stands.<br /><br />ACP – “toh Hemant ji. Aapse phir mulaqat ho hi gayi.”<br />Daya – “bata Sheetal ko kyu maara?”<br />Hemant – “kya bakwaas hai? Maine Sheetal ho nahi maara…main kyu maarunga usse?”<br />Abhijeet – “Yehi toh hum pooch rahe hain…Kyu maara?”<br />Hemant – “maine nahi maara..kya keh rahe hain aap log? Aapko kisne bola maine mara?”<br />ACP – “ab drama karne se koi faida nahi nahi hai. Daya zara bulwao toh inse.”<br /><br />Daya slaps Hemant and now they are in CID office crying and confessing. Ashish is also there.<br /><br />ACP – “bolo ab.”<br />Tejas
– “saab mujhe maaf kar dijiye. Hemant saab mere paas aaye the. Unhone
mujhe bola ki Sheetal ke ghar mein bahut paisa hai. Unhone mujhse kaha
ki 6 baje wohh Sheetal ke saath Sheetal ke ghar par honge aur main aakar
Sheetal ko maar doon. Unhone mujhe iske liye 50000 rs diye.”<br /><br />Hemant
– “sir, Sheetal ke divorce ke baad poori company ab uski hone wali thi.
Aur wohh mujhe kabhi manager se aage nahi badne deti. Usse pata chal
gaya tha ki maine 100000 rs ka gafla kiya hai. Par main kya karta? Mujhe
jue ki aadat lag gayi thi. Main 100000 rs haar gaya. Un logoin ko paise
na deta toh wohh mujhe maar daalte. Isiliye mujhe paise chahiye the.
Maine jua phir bilkul chod diya par Sheetal ko pata chal gaya. Ek – Ek
karkar usse saare galat kaam pata chal gaye jo maine kiya. Un dino
Sheetal – Ashish bahut ladte the. Mujhe laga agar Sheetal achanak marr
jaaye toh saara dosh Ashish par aa jaayega aur uske baar main hi company
ka owner ban jaaunga.<br /><br />Us din main Sheetal ke saath uske ghar
gaya aur usse baatoin mein uljhaye rakha par usse shayad shaq ho gaya.
Itne mein maine dekha ki Tejas khidki pe aa gaya hai. Toh isne fauran
usse maar diya. Humne baad mein wohh chaku ek naale mein faink diya.
Poora ghar dhoond liya par uski will aur wohh kagaz jismein usne mere
khilaf bayan diya tha, wohh mile hi nahi. Jaldi Jaldi phir saare gehne –
zewar liye aur bhaag gaye taki lage ki chori hui thi.”<br /><br />ACP – “toh Dhiren ko kyu fasaya?”<br /><br />Tejas
– “saab mujhe to Hemant saab ne bola ki kisi ko waha thodi der baar
chori karne bhej dena. Uspar naam lag jaayega. Inhone hi mujhe Sheetal
ka routine aur uske ghar ke security plan diye.”<br /><br />Ashish – “ACP
sir thank You. Aap ke karan hi Sheetal ko nayay mila hai. Hum chahe pati
– patni nahi reh sake par dost the. Usne mujhe us din phone karke
restaurant mein bulaya aur ye file dee. Usne kaha ki agar usse kuch ho
jaaye, toh main ye file uske lawyer ko de doon. Who bahut ghabrayi thi.
Uske jaane ke baad maine dekha toh ismein ek kagaz par usne likha tha ki
Hemant usse maarna chahta tha aur Hemant ne jo saare galat kaam kiye
hain un sab ke sabot bhi hain.”<br /><br />ACP – “dekha. Gunaah ko chahe
kitna chupa lo par usse bhaagna na mumkin hai. Mujhe tab hi shaq ho gaya
tha jab Hemant baar baar Ashish par iljaam laga raha tha. Kisi ki behen
mari ho toh wohh behen ke bare mein poochega ya khooni dhundega? Humne
Ashish se baat ki toh usne hume ye sab bataya. Dukh hota hai dekhkar ki
aaj kisi insaan ki zindgi sirf 50000 ki ho gayi hai. Wohh bhi kisi
insaan ki nahi, apni khud ki behen ki. Aur ek taraf Sheetal thi, jo apni
poori property charity mein de gayi. Ab tumhe sirf fasi milegi.”<br /><br /><br />THE END!
</span></div>
Luna Lovegoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09803885763515044510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480514476051237154.post-113307489760956132017-05-25T22:33:00.002+05:302017-05-25T22:33:28.335+05:30The one for whom I compose this Song<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">A pinch of right and a pinch of wrong<br />
Is the one for who I compose this song<br />
He's bitter, He's sour<br />
But maybe that's the flavors of his heart<br />
He's dedicated, He's divine<br />
But maybe its just his less known part<br />
His journey is not this short; it is rather long<br />
Of the one for who I compose this song</span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
So much pain is in there<br />
In the heart that he bears<br />
Yet I see him smile<br />
Even when nothing good he hears<br />
Never had a friend, did he for very long<br />
The one for who I compose this song</span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
At times he can get greedy<br />
Wanting more than he needs<br />
Is it just his selfishness<br />
Or more than it heeds<br />
At times he is less right and more wrong<br />
Is the one for who I compose this song</span>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
I can never decide<br />
If he is naughty or nice<br />
All I know is<br />
I always pray for the better<br />
Of the one for who I write this song!!!!</span></div>
Luna Lovegoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09803885763515044510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480514476051237154.post-35577582914280070102017-05-25T22:32:00.000+05:302017-05-25T22:32:06.531+05:30The Mitesh Kanani<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div style="font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">
He woke up early
morning at five, like his usual routine. It was a bright and chirpy morning.
The first rays of the Sun were starting to make his window glow bright. This
was the time of the day which he enjoyed the most. He was awake, yet not out of
bed. After a few moments, he felt his wife get up from the bed and leave the
room for the morning chores. He heard his kids wake up. It was the best feeling
in the world. Every morning when he heard their voices, it made the days better
and life more beautiful.<br />
It was the same routine every day. He closed his eyes and listened to the hymn
of his day starting around him.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">
</span><div style="font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">
His wife was
shouting. She had the task of getting the kids ready, meanwhile instructing the
household help to get the things ready. After that, she too would need to get
ready to leave for the job. Seldom, when they fought, she would complain that
he never helps her. Secretly, he knows that she is a self-made woman and this
was the time when he was giving her space. Secretly, she also knew that he is
awake before her and he listens to everything. It is the sort of silent secret
between them that they never made.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">
</span><div style="font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">
Today morning was
different. He lay on his bed, listening to his kids getting ready. He smelled
the eggs and the toast getting ready. He heard his wife come into the room and
then take out clothes from the wardrobe to get ready. He finally got out of his
bed and made his way to the washroom. On the way, he noticed the time. He was
five minutes late than his usual time. After refreshing himself from a sound
and carefree sleep, he went to the drawing room. His kids were still in their
rooms. He took the newspaper from the study table and carried it onto the
breakfast table. His kids joined him minutes later and greeted him
affectionately. He hugged them both back. They were ready and all set to leave.
As they settled, breakfast was served on the table. His wife too joined them
minutes later. She was ready to leave for work, or at least that is what she
would say. They had a quick silent breakfast and the kids left for their school
soon after that. They both hugged him and greeted him farewell before leaving
every day. They did so today as well. Yet, there was something that made him
long for more. He kept looking at the direction of the door even when he could
not see them anymore.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">
</span><div style="font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">
He was already late.
He took a quick bath. When he came out, he expected that his wife would have
left already. But she informed him that something went wrong with her car and
the driver needed to take it for repair. She was calling a cab. He had one presentation
to take and it was not very urgent but he was a kind of man who does not like
to be late. His wife knew this. However, out of the unexpected blues, he said
that she need not call the cab and that he would drop her to her office. It
felt weird when he said it but when his wife was sitting beside him, in his
car, it felt the obvious thing. He could not help wonder how he had not done
this for so long.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">
</span><div style="font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">
Outside his wife's
office, he made a quick call that he was going to be little late. Then, he
insisted on walking her to the office building from the parking. His wife was
sure that she was with a different man. He loved her, she knew, but never did
he show it before like this in the nineteen years of marriage. She did not know
what to speak to him and he too kept the silence. When it was time to say
goodbye, she turned to him and smiled. He felt as if he was seeing this woman
for the first time. It was a miracle of how could she do all the chores, be
perfect in her job and yet he was blessed to be with her. He kept looking at
her till she disappeared from sight.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">
</span><div style="font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">
It felt like forever
that he stood waving to his wife, but he would give away anything to do it
again. Finally, he turned to leave. It was not much but he had to cross a road
to reach his car in the parking. For the first time in years, he was in some other
world. He definitely loved his family but today he was valuing what he had. He
kept remembering his children. He thought of how much they had grown and how
much he had grown with them. He thought of his wife and all the distance that
she had come with him.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">
</span><div style="font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">
He was in his own
thoughts and did not even realize that he came to the road. He was almost on
the other side when he heard the brakes screech and a car stopped just
millimetres away from him. It took him a moment to sink it all in and he fell
down when it did. He was not hurt by the car but the shock had shaken him
completely. In a matter of seconds, there were swarms of people around him,
offering him all sorts of helps. He was still shaken to speak. He just kept
nodding his head to refuse.<br />
Slowly, people retreated to their lives. There were still few who insisted on
accompanying him to the car. He was perfectly fine when he reached his car. He
thanked the people who accompanied him and then opened the door of his car.
Just as he was about to enter, he felt someone's hand on his shoulders.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">
</span><div style="font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">
He turned to see
that there was an old lady. She looked nearly as old as his mother would have
had been if she were alive. Something about the lady, made him stop completely.
She was smiling to him and he smiled back.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">
</span><div style="font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">
Lady - “I saw what
happened child. I just came to say, God is really kind on you. May God bless
you.”</span>
</div>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">
</span><div style="font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">
The lady smiled for
a moment longer and then left. He stood there astonished. The shock was gone,
just like it had come, in a second.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">
</span><div style="font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">
He sat into his car,
drove to the place where he needed to give a presentation. He was guided to the
podium, in front of hundreds of new associates for the firm. They were bright
smiling faces. He smiled back. Every smile reminded him of the smiles he saw on
his kids faces. He recalled his wife face when she waved to him. He remembered
the old lady and how she had blessed him. That day was indeed different. He had
learned a new and very important lesson. It is very important to know your
blessings. You might relish them but if you don't know them, you would not be
thankful for them.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">
</span><div style="font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">
When everything was
ready, he closed his eyes for a second, took a deep breath, thanked God for all
the blessings that he had received and those he is yet to receive. When he
opened his eyes, every moment seemed like a new blessing. He stepped forward and
spoke..</span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">
Man - “Hello. Good
Morning. My name is Mitesh Kanani, and I am here to welcome all of you to the
firm, associates.”</span></div>
Luna Lovegoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09803885763515044510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480514476051237154.post-9150847273298640542017-05-25T22:16:00.004+05:302017-05-25T22:16:50.031+05:30The Rhythm of my own Song<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="entry-content">
They want me silent<br />
They want me controlled<br />
They need me to fit<br />
their perfect mould<br />
To walk and talk<br />
like a lady<br />
to cook and clean<br />
and be a heliolatry<br />
To be the one<br />
who’s easily defined<br />
not too rugged<br />
but can sail through every grind.<br />
<br />
But in my head, stuck<br />
there is a song<br />
it is not too loud<br />
but it has been there all along<br />
Its speaks of a place<br />
I want to see<br />
It speaks of the people<br />
who wish, just like me<br />
It sings the verses<br />
of brave knights<br />
of battles and wins<br />
here, I can only dream at night<br />
It tells about<br />
the women whose will be free<br />
not tamed or labelled<br />
very unlike me<br />
The women who have been<br />
strong and brave<br />
dancing to the<br />
wish of their hearts<br />
and not follow someone<br />
like a slave.<br />
<br />
So I step out<br />
into the blazing Sun<br />
a my tune which feels<br />
right and fun<br />
breaking the chains<br />
doing what I like<br />
nor hurting anyone<br />
neither a spike<br />
the land of joy<br />
that I had so yearned<br />
I saw it materialize<br />
the moment I churned<br />
For I was free<br />
and this was my chance<br />
that now I had finally<br />
taken my stance<br />
Happiness engulfed me<br />
this was where I belong<br />
Open, free and wild<br />
dancing to<br />
The Rhythm of my own Song.<br />
</div>
</div>
Luna Lovegoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09803885763515044510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480514476051237154.post-23731489512058342702017-05-03T16:55:00.000+05:302017-05-03T16:56:47.052+05:30Seat in a Metro : Ladies Special<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 17pt;"></span><br /></span></div>
<div style="font-size: 17px; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: 17pt;">If you have ever travelled by the Delhi Metro or have a basic idea about it, you would know how the Seats are divided, still let me give a brief intro - basically -</span></div>
<ol>
<li style="font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: 17pt;">The first compartment is reserved for ladies only (except in the violet line - as far as I am aware). Any male passenger is requested not to travel by this.</span></li>
<li style="font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: 17pt;">4 seats per compartment are marked for ladies.</span></li>
<li style="font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: 17pt;">12 seats per compartment (except in the first and the last compartment where only 8 seats) are marked for the old or the physically challenged passengers.</span></li>
</ol>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 17pt;"></span><br /></span></div>
<div style="font-size: 17px; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: 17pt;">Now whenever a new girl enters the metro compartment, she will scan the entire compartment for a possible seat.</span></div>
<div style="font-size: 17px; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: 17pt;">There are two outcomes for the above -</span></div>
<ol>
<li style="font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: 17pt;">She finds a seat and no matter who the girl is, if she finds a seat in the metro (especially if she has not boarded from the first station or is travelling in peak hours), you will see her do a happy victory dance. The dance May be a very small one and only restricted to expressions or a rare gleam in her eyes but it is always there!!</span></li>
<li style="font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: 17pt;">She doesn't find a seat and then goes and stands in front of a seat she feels should empty soon enough. In such a case she will keep staring the person on the seat and on the adjacent ones unless they get up. Mind you, if stares could kill, this would be the stare. However, since the others also travel daily, they have grown immune to the stare. Also, the stare might be occasionally accompanied by a grunt - verbal or non-verbal.</span></li>
</ol>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 17pt;"></span><br /></span></div>
<div style="font-size: 17px; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: 17pt;">Special clause - a girl is defined by how adjustable and gentle she is. All the girls apt in the art of travelling in the daily metro are vicious and ferrocious when it comes to getting their bags scanned or entering the metro compartment; however, once in the compartment and when there is no seat readily available, they will talk to everyone and get some space made.</span></div>
<div style="font-size: 17px; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: 17pt;">Not just their gentle, polite and adjusting behaviour is what is shown here, but also their physical fitness. A girl of size 24 to 124 can fit in the same space if it is in the Delhi metro!! Of course the others being pushed into one another doesn't count!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 17pt;"></span><br /></span></div>
<div style="font-size: 17px; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 17pt;">Let us now look to some other scenarios - when in the General compartment, girls always know that it is the third entrance from the end and the third entrance from the beginning where the 'Ladies Only' seats are marked. They will crowd this exit the most (Even I do </span><span style="font-size: 17pt;">😏</span><span style="font-size: 17pt;">) . If with a male companion, it is his responsibility to get a seat adjacent to the ladies only seat and save the ladies only seat for the lady - you see, when someone can fight the war for you, why do you need to fight your way through the sweat, heat and bodies?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 17pt;"></span><br /></span></div>
<div style="font-size: 17px; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: 17pt;">Sometimes it has happened that there is a male on the ladies only seat - no girl can bear it. Its like written in the 'unspoken Constitution of the Ladies' and needs to be followed religiously. So even when the person seems to be deserving more than you, thou shall not get the 'Ladies Only' seat if thou not a Girl.</span></div>
<div style="font-size: 17px; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: 17pt;">However, the converse aint true. If a girl is sitting on a 'Old or Physically Challenged seat', no one can make her get up, unless she wants to. Well, here we confirm to Newton's laws, I guess.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 17pt;"></span><br /></span></div>
<div style="font-size: 17px; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 17pt;">Now the legendary part, any girl, no matter how old she May be, will never (I repeat, NEVER) go and sit on and 'Old and Physically Challenged' Seay unless it is empty and there are lesser persons around to think she is 'Old' </span><span style="font-size: 17pt;">🙈🙊</span><span style="font-size: 17pt;">.</span></span></div>
<div style="font-size: 17px; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: 17pt;">[well, again quoting the 'unspoken Constitution of the Ladies', even at 600 or whatever her age is, the red Lady (Melisandre) is a GIRL. Respectfully, you May call her a lady. But she will always be a girl. The same has been followed throughout this article and I suggest that you incorporate it in your lives as well!]</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: 17pt;">So, in short, its a sin for a girl to make someone get up and then occupy the 'Old and Physically Handicapped' Seat.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 17pt;"></span><br /></span></div>
<div style="font-size: 17px; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: 17pt;">Let us now know what happens to the girls who keep the attitude that 'I can stand'. Mostly, girls who don't aim for a seat, aim for the doors. They would keep their bags between their legs and stand, resting their weights on the partitions adjacent to the doors. Most of these girls, read, see a movie, listen to songs or talk to other people on the phone. However, no matter what they are reading, watching or listening to, they will always be interested in what others are doing.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: 17pt;">Some of these girls are just pretending to do what they are doing- they actually keep a look out for the seat, secretly and jump on the prospect of getting one. Some are of the attitude that one in hand is better than two in bush and don't leave the partition for a probable seat. Still rest are slow. They only get to know that a seat had been vacated when the person occupying the seat previously gets down. By then, all they are left to do is turn and look at the new person who is busy adjusting his or her 'tashreef' in the newly conquered seat/space as the rest of persons on the bench try to capture some more territory to theirs.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: 17pt;">Else i observe around and gather more content and inspiration for such posts and then draft the post, just like i did now.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">If I were to describe <b>Amarendra Bahubali</b> in one word, he is this man who is being referred to in the quotation.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: small;">Now many people find this a reason enough to quit everything, but not Bahubali. He found and absorbed all the love that he got from his mother and didnt let the dislike of his uncle touch him. He was thankful for all he got and never considered himself any better or higher than the rest. He was as happy in his palace, sleeping in his mother's lap as he was outside learning to use weapons and training hard.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: small;">in the air. With hard training and his mother's blessings, he grew to be a fine young, educated and trained warrior-prince. He had the perfect trio - the good looks, the intelligence and above all, the golden heart.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">When he would play with children in his empire, he would laugh with them; when slaying an enemy, he would be merciless; when learning from his mother or from his teachers, he would be a child; and all this happened to be one man performing everything at a single point in time.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">The most beautiful feature of Bahubali's good looks were his eyes - very expressive and powerful. You could see them showering fire when at the battelfield and when he saw his people in danger, they turned to witty and saved them all. I dont think I ever know someone to be so gentle and fierce at the same time and say it all with his eyes. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">* he places his mother above everything, in his heart and in the world</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">When Bahubali falls in love, he does not want to impose himself on a girl just because he is a mighty prince and a would be emperor. He disguises as someone 'no one' and gets to find the girl. The girl is not a simple girl but a warrior princess but then, he is also a warrior prince. Yet, the girl must like him for him. Through simple activities, he wins princess's attention. And then one day, he gets to know that maybe the princess has a soft corner for him. There is nothing like that feeling in the world [when your crush likes you back!!].</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I went to see a promising movie and I came across a man (the character and NOT the actor) who broke all my walls and inhibitions and made me fall in love with him </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">And now, here I am, hopeless in love with a dead man, writing a blog to make everyone know how wonderful he is.</span></span><br />
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Luna Lovegoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09803885763515044510noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480514476051237154.post-68130754137573669432017-03-22T16:51:00.004+05:302017-03-22T16:51:58.347+05:30The I-Love-You Conundrum<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I LOVE YOU! Often considered to be the three most beautiful words to be ever heard, they are actually misunderstood.<br />Simply putting it, loving someone doesnt mean that you get married to the person, have kids and spend rest of your life with them. I love chocolates but all the fore said things are not possible with chocolates. Now, you would argue that a chocolate is not a living entity. So, I love dogs, especially puppies. Who can not love those tiny bundles of soft fur, button eyes gleaming with innocence and cute faces. Again, you can argue that I am a human. So, let us get more specific. I love my mother, my father, my siblings, my grandmother, my grandfather, my uncles, my aunts, my friends and the list goes on. I love them and I want them (or specific ones whom I can tolerate) to be around me all the time. I want them to be a part of my laughs and share my sorrows. I want them to see my grow old and stupid and still love me back.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">You see, love IS NOT just being around a person all the time. That's almost a punishment, like being in bars all the time (JAIL). Love IS to willingly spend time with someone you can be yourself with and enjoy every moment, be it joy or sorrow. Love is to accept a person as they are. Love is to be yourself and let them be themselves.<br />Recently, this term has been distorted and modified. It is now almost a synonym to infatuation, affection, obsession or even lust. Consider this, the English are good learned people. I am sure that they didnt create these multiple words just to make their dictionaries thicker or to write the thesaurus or just to mock others. Yes, there are words with very slight difference but the difference is significant enough to distinguish them into two different words.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Now, having said all the above, I am no expert in this subject. Everything I write is what I believe and none of you are obligated to follow this. I just want to say that being a girl, I can fall in love with a guy. I can adore him for the person he is. I can enjoy his talks that the others dont understand. I can care for him like family. I can fight with all the rights over his life. I can want to spend the rest of my life knowing him. I can plan of activities for the two of us for like forty years from today. And yet, this person need not be a lover or a husband. He is can be my father, brother, friend or best friend - depending on how much they are comfortable to share back. If you dont agree, read the above lines again with a different perspective. Since I started with 'I can fall in love with a guy', automatically, the brain gets triggered to picture a couple.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Coming to the title - firstly it is inspired by The Big Bang Theory episode titles. Secondly, you might wonder that the conundrum here is that if I say 'I Love You', which sort of 'I Love You' it is. Do I love him like a brother, a father, a friend or a lover? Actually, wrong! This is very simple. Love is a feeling and if I say 'I Love You', it doesnt make any difference unless it is reciprocated. If I say I-Love-You to my dad and he replies back to his daughter, I love him like a dad. This concept is just like bro-zoned. Let a girl call you a brother but unless you too want to consider her your sister, doesnt really end your chances of hitting on her.<br />The Conundrum I speak of is the confusion we have with our feelings. Its a simple word and let us stop confusing it with the other ones.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Well, maybe the feeling I spoke of, has a different name altogether and I am the one unenlightened. Well, if you know, do share.</span></div>
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