Medha's Story Corner - The Child's Secret Last Part - Page 16 - Page 8

Read it finally..😃. Its really good going ⭐️ ⭐️ . Keep it up Medha dear 👍🏼 👏. Waiting for next part 👍🏼 .

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Read it finally..😃. Its really good going ⭐️ ⭐️ . Keep it up Medha dear 👍🏼 👏. Waiting for next part 👍🏼 .

thanks dear...😳😃

Abhijeet and Purvi drove into MG Circle. Purvi quickly spotted Rajkamal Restaurant by its glitzy board. Striding into the restaurant, they paused a moment and glanced at the decoration. It was dark inside but with very rich looking dcor. The furnishings were plush; the cutlery shone as new. It looked the perfect hideout for a gang of privileged criminals.

"Ji, sir, aapko aur madam ko table for two de du?" the voice of the manager broke in on their meditations.

"Dekhiye, ham C..." began Purvi.

Abhijeet interrupted her with a quick glance. "Ham Canada se aye hai. Hamara ek dost hai, Nirmal, jo aapke Restaurant ka regular customer hai. Usi ke recommendation par ham yaha aye hai. Us ne yeh bhi kaha tha ke yaha ka ek waiter, Ravi, bohot accha service deta hai. Hame usse milna hai."

The manager shot him a quizzical look, as if wondering why a customer would be so interested in a particular waiter. He however nodded to them and summoned Ravi. A few minutes later, Ravi came in. "Ji sir," he said.

"Ravi, tum to Dr. Sakhuja ko to jante hi hoge. Vo hamara bohot accha dost hai," Abhijeet said.

"D... D... Doctor," he stammered and quickly sprinted out of the door.

Not to be outdone, Purvi and Abhijeet followed him. He had not run a few metres when he felt Abhijeet's hand on the back of his neck. He gave up struggling and meekly faced the two officers.

After a resounding slap on his cheek, he started his tale.

"Vo sir, mae waiter banne se pehle ek chota mota chor tha. Jail se chootne ke baad, maine imaandaari ka rasta chun liya. Fir kuch 1 saal pehle, meri mulakaat Vijay sahib se hui. Pehle vahi mera boss hua karte the. Usne mujhe jaan se maar dalne ki dhamki di aur kaha ki mae uske saare messages Dr. Sakhuja ko du, jo ki aksar hamare restaurant me aate the. Fir bas, mere paas koi chaara nahi tha aur mae Dr sahib ko saare messages aur parcels diye," Ravi concluded.

"Ye Vijay kaha milega?" Purvi asked.

"Vijay sahib ka naya adda to nahi pata mujhe lekin unka naya phone number hai mere paas," he said.

"To jaldi do," Abhijeet demanded.

The two reached the Bureau and narrated the tale to the ACP.

"Is Vijay ko uthao," the ACP commanded briskly, "Is Vijay ko."

Rajat, Daya, Abhijeet and Purvi drove into a narrow alley in one of the by-streets of Mumbai.

"Phone ka location yahi kahi trace hua hai sir," Purvi said, "Yaha se takreeban 5-7 metre ki doori mein."

"To chalo utarte hai aur fir dekhenge," Abhijeet suggested.

As the four walked down the road, they saw a shady building, just the kind of place which would be a gangster hideout. They glanced at each other and proceeded cautiously towards the building. Positioning themselves at convenient spots near the doors and windows, they peered into the building. A group of 8-10 shabby, unshaven men sat around a table, apparently in discussion about something. They were not very well armed and apart for two or three pistols, there was no more ammunition in their possession. Taking advantage of this, the four walked in a synchronised manner into the room with their guns pointed straight ahead of them. They surrounded the table. The men were caught unawares and could hardly do anything.

Purvi stood behind a particularly well built man who had a strange gleam in his eye. He seemed to be the leader of the lot. With a quick swirl, he grabbed the gun out of Purvi's hand and held it to her temple.

"Nikal jao yaha se varna iska bheja uda dalunga," he threatened gruffly.

Purvi was sweating profusely.

Abhijeet, Daya and Rajat were taken aback.

"Use chhod do. Ham guns neeche rakh rahe hai," Abhijeet said.

They all bent down as if putting their guns down; suddenly, they shot at the ankles of all the men, who were fortunately for them standing in a row. The excruciating pain made them collapse and Purvi could escape from his clutches.

The 8 of them were rounded up and taken to the Bureau. They found out that the man who had captured Purvi was the one they were looking for, Vijay. They sent the other 7 to the normal lock-up and detained Vijay for questioning.

"Bol, kya kiya tune un 20 bacchon ka!" ACP commanded.

"Sir, mujhe to sirf itna kaha gaya tha ki main us Dr. Sakhuja se kehkar un 20 bacchon ko hospital se churau. Fir maine unhe Gorai k ek farmhouse me jakar chhod diya. Lekin maine kuch nahi kiya sahib. Maine to sab kuch uske kehne par kiya," he said.

"Voh kaun?" Daya demanded.

"Voh sir, sir, Fahid."

"Fahid! Voh to vahi terrorist hai na jisne 3 saal pehle Nalini Bazaar mein blast kiya tha! Fir voh jail se bhi bhaag gaya! Tum usse kaha mile?" ACP quizzed.

"Sir, uske aadmiyon ne hamare adde pe hamla kiya tha aur mujhe aisa karne kaha."

"Accha tumhe kuch pata hai un bacchon ka kya kiya us Fahid ne?" Rajat asked.

"Nahi sir. Mujhe kuch nahi pata," he broke down.

They took the address of the farmhouse and sent Vijay off to the lock-up.

"Abhi us farmhouse se hi kuch pata chalega," the ACP said, "Us farmhouse se hi."

Interesting part , LOVED it and u keep me craving more more Allah ,

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brilliantly written and well described👏

read all the 3 parts now😃

Wonderful work again, sis. Excellent narration, action, suspense, dialogues and interaction between the characters. 👏 😃 Eagerly looking forward to the next part!

Very nice again Medha👏. Can't wait for more.

thanks a lot guys...😳