Medha's Story Corner - The Child's Secret Last Part - Page 16 - Page 12

Originally posted by: devildiva21

superb yar medhu...!!!

perfectly written and described...!!!

can't wait for the next part..!!

continue soon..!!

Thanks so much divu di...🤗🤗🤗

superb yaar medha
can't wait for the next part, plz complete it soon..!!

@medha...please make one content in first page & if possible please do not post stories in so many parts then people can forget the beginning & please complete it soon !!!

Originally posted by: .Nishi.

superb yaar medha
can't wait for the next part, plz complete it soon..!!

Originally posted by: mano86

grip over the plot
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do continue soon
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Originally posted by: debasree04

@medha...please make one content in first page & if possible please do not post stories in so many parts then people can forget the beginning & please complete it soon !!!

Hey guys,

I apologize sincerely for the very very very late update but my school schedule and studies did not permit me to do it any faster. I promise that in my next story it won't be like this! Please bear with me.

Links to previous parts

PART 5

"Toh hame turant pata lagana hoga ki blast kaha hone wala hai!" Abhijeet said. "Fahid hamesha bade blasts hi karta hai, toh iss baar bhi voh kisi bheed-bhaad waali jagah mein hi karega. Hame pata lagana hoga ki shehar mein kitne bade events ya celebrations hai aaj sham."

"Ek minute Abhijeet. Iss deewar par yeh logo dekho. Yeh toh Wipro group ka logo hai! Aur maine kahi suna tha ki Wipro Group ne aaj shaam ek bada charity event organize kiya hai jisme desh ke sab bade industrialists aur kuch kalakar bhi ayenge. Kahi yeh Fahid vaha kuch plan toh nahi kar raha!" Daya said.

"Haan, maine bhi suna hai iss event ke baare mein. Yaha koi event bhi hone vala hai jis mein kuch bacche perform karne wale hain," Abhijeet added.

"To kahi yahi bacche vaha perform to nahi karne wale! Fir yeh log zarur unhe suicide bombers ki tarah istemaal karenge!" Daya concluded.

The two stood for a moment, the gory prospects flashing through their mind. They shuddered. As if in unison, they dashed towards the door. Abhijeet quickly informed Purvi of the developments in the case over the phone. They didn't speak a word during the drive to the Bureau, lost in their own thoughts. They walked directly into the Forensic laboratory, and having no time for polite enquiries asked Dr. Salunkhe whether he had made any discovery of use.

Salunkhe too realized the urgency of the matter, having been briefed about it by Purvi.

"Haan, Abhijeet. Maine unn bacchon ke blood samples test kiye aur mujhe unme se hydro-carbonated nitrates ke traces mile hain. Yeh chemical bahut asaani se hava mein fail jaati hain aur iss hava ko lagataar sungha jaaye to kaafi matra mein blood mein deposit ho jaati hain. Yeh bahut hi rare hain aur sirf high-tech sericulture centres mein milte hain. Mumbai mein aise sirf 2 centres hain - ek Khar Subway ke paas aur ek Jia Colony, Malad mein.

"Jia Colony, Malad?" Purvi asked as she walked in, "Vaha to ek bahut badi dance school hain jahan high-profile events ki choreography hoti hain!
"To iska matlab hain ki unn bacchon ko isi Jia Colony mein rakha gaya hain aur voh iss dance school se training lete the aaj raat ke performance ke liye!" Rajat concluded.

Shreya, Sachin and the ACP entered the lab too.

"Hamare paas vakt bahut kam hai," said the ACP, "Shreya aur Sachin, tum log Jia Colony jao aur iss dance school mein pucch-tacch karo. Aas-paas bhi dhundo aur hame information dete raho. Abhijeet, Daya aur Purvi, tum log mere saath Wipro ke event mein aao."

The team reached the venue of the Wipro event a matter of minutes before its commencement. Quickly producing their credentials, they gained access into the hall. They requested the in-charge for a copy of schedule, upon quick scanning of which, they found that the dance was would start at 7.00 pm, immediately after the welcome speech and the introductions.

In the meantime, Shreya and Sachin had reached Jia Colony and enquired at the Dance School.

"20 bacchon ko hamne training di thi uss Wipro event ke liye. Hairat ki baat to yeh hain ke hamare paas na unn bacchon ke naam hain, na unke pate. Unhe Mukesh naam ka ek aadmi roz subah yahan lekar aata tha. Sab hamesha saath mein hi aate the. Hamare yaha kaam karne wale ek instructor ne unn sab ko ek jhopde se bahar aate hue dekha tha ek baar. Voh jhopda issi road ke kone pe hain. Haan, aur hamara institute hamesha costumes ka arrangement karti hain lekin uss Mukesh ne mana kiya tha. Unhone unn bacchon ke liye kuch ajeeb se thick lining wale white kapde banvaye the jo bilkul dance ko suit nahin karti," the manager of the institute had told them.

The two walked over to the slum mentioned by the manager and investigated it. They found a few explosives stored there similar to the ones described by the others. They reported all this information faithfully to the rest of the team.

Their suspicions now confirmed, they quickly decided a plan of action. The children, they guessed, would arrive just before their program was scheduled to start, since the terrorists could not take such chances. Just then, they heard the welcome speech begin.

"Ab zyada vakt nahin bacha hain, sirf 15 minutes hain," the ACP said, glancing at his watch.

"Haan sir, voh log kisi bhi vakt aate honge," said Rajat, "Mere khayal se hame unhe entrance ke paas hi pakad lena chahiye."

"Nahi, Rajat," Daya broke in, "Ham unhe vaha pakdenge to hulla mach jayega. Hame unhe gate ke paas hi rok lena chahiye."

"To chalo fir!" the ACP commanded.

The five hid on either side of the gate with their guns out, waiting for the children to arrive. A few minutes later, an old van drove in. The team observed several children in the van. The van came in and all the children were herded out by a man in a black suit. They were dressed in thick white overcoat-like things over their clothes.

Running out from behind the van, the officers surrounded the children. The man was caught unawares and was easily overpowered by Abhijeet.

"Mera naam Mukesh hain sir. Mujhe Fahid ne paise diye hain inn bacchon ko dance school le jane aur yaha tak le aana. Iske aage mujhe kucch nahi pata sir," the man broke down with a confession.

"Tumse baad mein baat karenge!" the ACP said, "Ab inn bacchon ko jald andar le jao aur bombs ko diffuse karo. Hamare paas sirf 5 minute hain!"

They all dashed into the building and entering the green room, they started pulling of their coats. They just managed to pull them off in time. As they threw them out of the window, the bombs blasted with a terrific noise. They could imagine what a massacre would have taken place had Fahid pulled the plan off.

They then ran into the hall and told people not to panic as everything had been taken care of. As the rest were calming the crowds, Daya's eye wandered to the exit door. He noticed a heavily covered man with a hat hurriedly exiting the auditorium. He raised his hand to push the crowds. The back of his hand was visible. Daya's hawk-eye vision enabled him to see a deep scar in the shape of a crescent.

That crescent scar brought memories rushing back. Daya had had a duel with Fahid before he had him arrested. Daya saw it clear as crystals that it was Fahid! Daya dashed towards the exit at a break-neck pace. People were amazed and did not understand what he was trying to do. Daya however ignored all the questions and reached the exit just as Fahid left the hall. Fahid saw him and started running too.

Abhijeet had seen Daya rushing towards the exit. Guessing that he was on the track of some important criminal, Abhijeet took an alternative route and reached the gate just in time to nab Fahid. With the duo surrounding him, Fahid had no choice but to give up.

"Tum logon ko marte hue dekhne ka mazza lene aaye the kya?" Daya demanded.

"Theek kaha, Daya," Fahid retorted, "Logon ki laashein girte hue dekhne hi to ham blast karte hain. Iska tow mazza hi kuch aur hain! Lekin tum logon ko kaise pata chala ki blast kaha hone wali hain?"

"CID har mujrim tak pahuch ke rehti hain! Yaad rakho Fahid, tum kuch bhi karo, hamare liye koi surakh zarur chhodoge. Hamare hote hue iss shehar mein tum jaise keede kuch nahi kar paoge!" the ACP exclaimed as he entered, closely followed by Purvi and Rajat. "Tumhe dimaagi ilaaj ki zarurat hain. Pehle asylum me ilaaj karavaoge aur fir fansi pe chadhne ki tayyari karoge!"

THE END

So that was the end of my 1st story... 😃