PART 1:
The semi-lit room with a bright table lamp adorning the
corner of the office cabin illuminated a petite figure. The pale coloring of
the walls on which hung a dry-erase board filled with notes along with a
bulletin board on the right gave the room a very formal atmosphere. The only
sound in the room came from the tick-tock of the antique clock perched on the
wall behind her. She sat in her swivel chair leaning towards the desk, amongst
strewn paperwork, files, and photos intently studying a file when the telephone
on her desk blared to life. She looked up from her file through her eyewear
neatly placed on the tip of her beautifully etched nose to read the name of the
caller on the caller ID. The machine flashed, "Boss" on the second ring and she
bent forward to pick it up and greet the caller.
"Yes sir," she replied curtly after a pause. "Shall
be there sir," she finished before the line went blank. She took a deep
breath and let it out to reorder her thoughts on what she just heard before
closing the file and hand. Placing her spectacles beside the desk, she grabbed
her purse, keys, and coat. She walked through the doors of her office switching
off the lights on her way out.
The sudden brightness of the afternoon sun hurt her eyes,
causing her to shield them instantly. She pulled her shades from her purse and
wore it while walking to her car and sliding into to the driver seat. She slid
the keys through ignition making the engine roar to life and hit the
accelerator.
In no time she reached a highly classy looking building with
tinted glass making up majority of the walls. The board read "Central Bureau of
Investigation" in large and bold print followed by Dehradun in smaller font,
right below. She walked through the large glass doors into the pristine hallway,
nodding as the receptionist greeted her with a warm smile. Her periodic click
of her tall high-heeled boots matched her perfect attire of formal black pants
paired with pure white shirt with three-quarter sleeves, neatly tucked in. Her
black leather holster holding gun in each pocket was tightly strapped around
her shoulder accentuated her petite frame. Her hair was smoothed and pulled up
into a ponytail. She walked into the glass cabin with a knock on the door
before removing her shades.
"Good afternoon sir," she greeted as the man sitting behind the
desk turned to face her.
"Ah Geet, come, take a seat," he said affectionately. He looked
in his early sixties, his graying hair reflecting his years of service in CBI.
The gold-plated name on the desk showed Dheeraj Singh, I.P.S., Director of
Police.
Geet smiled back warmly in return and sat on the chair
opposite to him. "So tell me sir, how could I be of service?" she asked looking
at him sincerely.
"Well officer Handa, I first want you to take a look at this file,"
he said handing her a blue binder. She opened and was skimming the contents
when he continued, "This case has been one of the trickiest. We can only so close before
the criminal slips into oblivion."
"Thirteen fraudulent scams, nine bank robberies, and three homicides,"
she remarked as she read the history out loud. "Sir how could you let this
animal roam around the streets free?" she asked looking back at him.
"This nut has been hard to crack Geet, that is the reason the case is
being given to you," he smiled knowingly. "This was the first thing that
came to my mind when I heard you were being transferred to Dehradun. You are
the best out there and I shall make sure to make hay while the sun shines
brightly," he winked, grinning widely. "Who knows when someone else will
take you away to another branch?"
"Sir, you exaggerate," she gushed.
He chuckled before replying, "Geet I have known you since you
were a kid. Your determination, honesty, and skills have made you the best. And
of course, what less can I expect from this department's best ex-officer
Rajshekar Handa."
The mention of her father replaced her smile with a forlorn
expression. Seeing her he immediately added, "I am sure if Raj and Meera were
here today, they would certainly be very proud of you," he said
reaching out to squeeze her hand. She looked up and managed to plaster a smile
on her face while her insides raged with bitter emotions of her lonely
childhood after she lost her parents to a gang raid in her house. The only
solace was her father's best friend, Dhanraj Singh, who gave her shelter, love,
and care and brought her up like her own father. Although as a child she wanted
to become an airhostess, her parents' murder changed her plans forever. She meticulously
trained and focused all her energies in becoming one of the best officers,
beating even her father in service and dedication.
"Thanks uncle Raj," she said dropping her guard as a strict and
devoid of emotion officer. He smiled in assurance in return, his eyes holding
care and tender towards her.
"So officer Handa I expect nothing less than success," he said
returning back to original posture.
"Of course sir, I shall not disappoint you," she said getting
up and shaking his hand and saluting him before turning around to walk out of
the office.
"Arre haan Geet, the photo of the criminal is not really clear for it
was drawn with the descriptions of the victims and generated on the computer. A
copy of it is in that envelope of the binder," he added.
"Ji sir, I'll check it out once I get back home," she said
before brusquely walking out of the cabin. She walked through the cubicles to
the end of the corridor while looking down at the file in hand when she
suddenly banged into someone. She cursed her carelessness and bent to pick up
the file before looking up to see a tall familiar figure. "Dev?" she remarked
surprised to find him here while shoving the contents of the file back into the
binder.
"Hello darling," he greeted amused at her surprise, "missed
me much babe?"
"Oh shut up Dev," she chuckled shaking her head.
"Alright, I give up," he said putting his hands up. "Atleast
jhoot toh keh sakti ki you missed me," he said sounding hurt and
looking through his rim-less glasses.
"Hey Babaji! Please help me from this drama queen," she said
looking up dramatically before quickly correcting, "sorry gender switch hogaya,
drama king."
"Geet, do you hear my heart shattering and breaking into a million
pieces," he said clutching his chest.
She laughed at his antics. His charm and charisma added to
his well-built physique had women drooling over him yet she had always seen him
as her friend and brother. In spite of her views about him, he never failed to
flirt with her that made her chuckle in amusement every time he tried. They had
worked on many cases together and he made a very good partner to work with. "Dev,
I think I have heard it shatter so many times that I wonder what remains to
still shatter into a million pieces?" she asked smirking.
"Yeh kya hua, kaisa hua, kab hua, kyun hua," he sang sadly only
to be stopped by Geet.
"Ab bas bhi karo ji, I do not want to die listening to you sing,"
she joked.
"Fine at least spare me a hug babe or I think I shall die."
"God you are a drama queen," she said giving him a quick hug. "Alright
Dev, need to catch up on some work, see ya later!" she said waving her
hand and turned to walk out of the door when she heard him call out to her.
"Geet, hold up," he called, bending to pick up the envelope from
the floor. "This fell from your folder."
She turned to see Dev waving a brown envelope in his hand. She
slapped her forehead, when had she become
so careless? "Oh thanks Dev," she said gratefully, walking back to get the
envelope from him.
"Of course, always at the service of her highness," he said
bowing gracefully. "God what would you do without me?"
"I would do fantastically
and perfectly fine," she teased. "Later Dev," she waved walking out
of the glass doors before safely tucking in the envelope into the binder.
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Edited by Maaneet099 - 12 years ago
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