Part 11:-
Revision:-
His thoughts then strayed to those good old days when he had caught Naina behind his room's curtain. How ironical the current situation was. It was he who was now behind the curtain and Naina the prosecutor.
As soon as Naina drew the curtains away she saw…….
Present Scenario:-
As soon as Naina drew the curtains away she saw nothing. As she was about to turn back, her sharp eyes landed on the slightly open door. The door to the verandah wasn't bolted. But she recalled herself pulling across the latch earlier. With Arjun in her hand displaying a bemused expression, she walked out to the open and observed that the rain had subsided and just strong wind was blowing. Her untied hair flying all about with a few strands tickling Arjun, she pondered over the situation. Arjun's restless conduct and the unbolted door all made her suspicious. She then looked at Arjun who now was befuddled and had started playing with her hair while looking around stunned.
Letting out a tired sigh while giving Arjun an exasperated look she decided to file away the matter for later. Then latching the door she walked back inside gathering up energy to put her now ebullient son back to sleep. Boy, it was going to be a long night.
Naina wasn't the sole solitary individual to brave a hard night. The now Major Rajveer Singh Shekhawat was like always accompanying her in this issue also.
That was a close call, he realized. He thanked his lucky stars vehemently for if not had both his and Naina's verandah been interlinked by the parapet he would have been dead meat. He felt glad that he had left his verandah door open before slipping out of the room.
Lying down on the bed, he now realized how majestically and beautifully, the little toddler had left a fascinating and eternal impact in his heart. Those sparkling innocent eyes, those cuddly fingers and the exuberant actions had sub-consciously and consciously become priceless moments of his life. His thoughts then drifted to his young fiery and lionized yet practical lass. Now a single mother he couldn't help but feel proud of her accomplishments. But lately, he remembered noticing, a strange emotion in her eyes. He was scared to admit and hope and believe, but those emotions were the same as that he had when he looked at her. Did Naina also reciprocate his feelings? He was baffled. Twisting, tossing and turning did nothing to subdue his highly evoked tumultuous emotions. He also knew Laala Saab would now initiate attempts to harm him and Naina and her family. Naina didn't know the reason of his arrival. He planned to keep it that way for the following few days. Accepted that she was now an illustrious officer of the Indian Army with many medals to her credit, but he also had been her teacher. Walking one step ahead was his style and statement of work. He was going to nail down the culprits one by one as the anticipated war had been triggered. Naina, her family's and his students safety was going to be his top priority in this case and he was confident, this time truth would prevail.
The shrill sound of the pressure cooker going off awoke him. Pulling off the blanket he got up and stretched. Then poring himself a glass of cold water, he walked out sliding open the door to the verandah unperturbed by the chilly breeze which grazed his bare chest. As he sipped, he found himself admiring the beautiful opulent colors of the lush green ground outside merging with the still natural tranquil ness. Glancing at the clock n the tower which now chimed seven he decided to refresh himself. He guessed that Naina's mom and dad would be up by now along with their daughter. His face broke into a grin when he thought about Arjun. Those delightful moments of remembrance darkened at the thought of the danger now revolving around the family. His mind had started reevaluating all his latest strategies and methods to handle this case. Resolving not to procrastinate matters any longer, he quickly took a shower and came out wrapped in a towel. He groaned when he recollected that his clothes might not have dried. His eyes then fell on a pair of crisp checked shirt and denim jeans placed on the bed. There was a note along with it which simply read 'Breakfast at 8.' Thanking Naina mentally and linking the simplicity of the attachment with the writer, he quickly dressed himself and walked down to meet the rest of the family. He was nervous as he was going to face Naina's parents after those startling revelations to Naina of being responsible of Naveen's death; he gulped down his saliva before landing onto the last step. 😆
Arjun
