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-PROLOGUE TO PREQUEL-
She stared at the burning pyre infront of her, as the last sign of the existence the only person she had left to love burned away. What next? Who would she live for? Thats when she felt the little wetness on her white salwar. She looked down to see a little girl of four clinging to her legs. "Mamma! Mamma!" she was crying.
"Shh baccha! I am right here!" she picked up the little girl, consoling her.
-After sometime-
She looked at the little girl, lying in the bed sucking her thumb. She did not know what to do now...Obviously, she could not live here in Mumbai anymore; it was too dangerous here...There were no relatives she knew of... Money was not really a problem; she was rich enough...But safety...? She did not know what danger she was in and WHY...All she knew, was that little Riya and herself were in danger...She was a lecturer, but now, of what use was her double degree in psychology and forensic science? She opened her laptop and googled 'job opportunities for a holder of a psychology degree/forensic science degree'... she went through the options, trying to decide which was best AND safe.
She remembered something. She went to the large wardrobe, and opened it. There was a small locker in it, which she very tenderly opened and pulled out a blue box. She caressed it tenderly and opened it. In it, was chain with a locket which said 'Pa loves you'. A note beneath the necklace said, 'A gift from your Papa.' She had been instructed to give it Riya if things ended the way they had two days back...If things ended in guns and bullets. She walked to the sleeping Riya, and silently chained the necklace to her delicate neck. "I was hoping so badly that you would be much much older when I put this onto you neck. I was hoping it'd be your Papa to do it," she whispered.
Thats when her phone rang. She looked to see who it was... 'UNKNOWN CALLER' it said. Frowning, she picked it up. "Hello?"
"Hello. Am I speaking to Miss Malhotra?" a deep bass voice asked.
"Yes. May I know who is speaking?" she asked wearily.
"Good evening Miss Malhotra. Firstly, I offer you my condolences at your loss."
HOW DID HE KNOW... She said nothing, waiting for him to continue. "Secondly Miss Malhotra, I am Aniket Tripathi from XYZ"
She gasped. XYZ! That was a top-notch highly efficient bureau of investigators!!! "Yes?"
"Miss Malhotra, judging by your records, you are highly qualified, and talented. SO, we are going to offer you a job..."
"I'm listening..."
"You see, an important file with highly confidential secrets has been stolen; the file belonged Mr Jainesh Yadav and consisted of data worth millions of dollars. We need you to retrieve it."
"Why ME?" she asked, unable to comprehend.
She heard a laugh. "As I mentioned before, you are highly talented Miss Malhotra. And secondly, what disguise is better than a young woman with a little girl, both of who had lost everything?"
She still did not see sense in what was happening, but she had lots of questions. "Sir, I don't have training in any of these things and-"
She still did not see sense in what was happening, but she had lots of questions. "Sir, I don't have training in any of these things and-"
She was cut off by Mr Tripathi. "Don't worry Miss Malhotra. You shall be trained, and thoroughly. Your mission won't start for the next five months, during which you shall be duly trained."
"And then?" she asked.
Again, a laugh. "Aren't you a meticulous and curious young lady...? After training you will get a job. Your job will be in the office where we have our suspect pinned down. It's in Delhi. I'm sure you must have heard of it. AR Fashion House..."
Well, in case you guys are confused, I will clarify. The purple thing on page one, is Preface to the ENTIRE FF... THIS ONE ABOVE is preface to the PREQUEL of the PREFACE on Page 1...i.e, events BEFORE page 1
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