SS: Interpol (Part 31NEWWWW Pg. 53 Taj Mahal) - Page 8

Wow Mary this chapter is more interesting the twist or Imlie with a Baby is better.

Will continue to keep reading 👏

Originally posted by: krispy

Bold: This, but for all the wrong reasons. The best way to deal with problems is to look past them and ignore them has become his motto.

Great update MaryBarton. Loved the pace of this part and I could feel the palpable tension playing out in the interrogation room. I could picture the scene playing out and enjoyed it thoroughly. Loved the build up for the next part. Thankful for an Adi with working brain cells, you know him being an investigative journalist and all.

A smart Aditya is such a turn-on, isn't it? The makers are forgetting what made this girl fall for him in the first place.

Waiting for the

Next part.

I am also waiting please continue as possible

Part 7:

Aditya realized he was holding his breath when Imlie got a call. This is what he wanted for her. Why was he upset then? A decade was a long time. Was she to live the life of a nun after she left him to tend to his put-upon family-to-be?

He quickly wiped his eyes and took a long breath to straighten himself out. This was right. He was happy to see how far she had soared. By the looks of it, she had a great career, a marriage, and a baby. She deserved all of it and more. Her potential was always extraordinary and he wanted nothing more than to see her fly high since he met her.

Alex, aghast: I cannot believe you ran off with him! What were you thinking!?

Imlie whispered loudly into her phone: I wasn't! Look, he's safe with me. I will take his guarantee. He will neither betray his country, nor endanger me. Just, promise me you won't harm him.

Alex: We have to make sure he does not talk to anyone.

Imlie snapped: I just said I will make sure he doesn't! He doesn't even have his phone anymore. It is with you. I will make sure to lock all my devices.

Alex: Emily, you are risking everything in this case and in your career for this guy.

I would risk my life for him.

Imlie: I have hosted witnesses before. I can handle it. He's not going to do anything against me or jeopardize national security. I swear it. I know him well enough to say that.

Alex: I am getting a file ready on him. Being your acquaintance is not a good enough assurance for me, I hope you can appreciate that. We will talk about this again. Until then, you are responsible for making sure he's secured. You cannot lose him.

Imlie: You do what you have to, Alex. I have to go, I am picking up Emmaline from daycare.

Alex: I will see you later. Give her kisses from me.

Imlie: I will.

Imlie opened the back door and secured the car seat. Aditya turned this way and that against the cuffs to see behind him. It was a beautiful, brunette munchkin with full cheeks and chubby arms and legs sleeping soundly in the car seat.

Imlie whispered to him: This is Emmaline.

Aditya looked at the sleeping baby: She's beautiful. How old is she?

Imlie smiled in genuine pride: She's days away from her first birthday. Deep sleeper, thank god for that.

Aditya: I gather she looks more like her father than you.

Imlie was busy tucking the child in with some covers: There, my precious. Now we will go home.

Aditya: Drop me off first.

Imlie: You are coming with us.

Aditya glared at Imlie: I am not going to your family home.

Imlie took the driving seat again: You don't have a choice in the matter.

Aditya, exasperated: You said I was going into witness protection.

Imlie: Yes, in my house. You are not allowed to interact with the outside world from there.

Aditya was breathing hard now: I am not going to go stay in your home with your husband and child!

Imlie whispered angrily: She's sleeping!

Aditya repeated what he said again in an angry whisper and then added: I am not going there!

Imlie: I don't recall throwing such a tantrum about living with you, your family, and Malini Didi or the baby!

Aditya physically recoiled: Oh, is that what this is about? Payback? Fine. If it is about settling old scores and punishing me for the past, fine. Who am I to say anything on the matter?

Her voice faltered a bit when she saw Aditya looking straight ahead with just tears streaming down his face. He swiped at them angrily with his free hand. It filled her heart to see that he was still keen on her, after all these years. He could not hide it. They had made great sacrifices, the two of them, to do what is right by one child.

Imlie: I am not petty enough to do that. You are simply safest at home right now. I host witnesses under surveillance all the time. This is just me doing my job. (She tried to appease him) You will be comfortable there. We will go see Nishant tomorrow also. He's still at the hotel, Alex is keeping tabs on him.

Aditya did not say anything the rest of the way to the house.

Imlie got the baby out and came around to uncuff him.

Imlie tried a lighter note: I hope you will not make a run for it, if I uncuff you.

Aditya said nothing.

Imlie: My husband is not at home, if it makes you feel any better about staying here.

Aditya looked at her with red, swollen eyes: Who is it? Prakash?

Imlie: Prakash lives in Mumbai with his wife and kids. It is time you stopped hating on him.

Aditya: Alex then.

Imlie: I am not playing this game.

She unlocked the cuff on the lock and lead Aditya into her house.

She lived in a small farm house, off-the-grid from the city. It was a charming, cozy space, completely contrary to her cut-throat new persona. Aditya stepped in and looked around. There was a large photo framed with her whole family over the couch, but no man or baby.

Aditya: Where are your parents and nani now?

Imlie: They are still in India. Dadah and Amma tend to a farm in Pakdandiya these days, Nani lives with them. They did not want to live in the city like I had originally planned. They said their roots are in Pakdandiya. That photo is from a couple of years ago.

Imlie showed him to the guest room and showed him some new clothes to change into. They were apparently for the revolving door of witnesses she hosted.

Imlie: We cannot live in apartments for security reasons. This house is fully secured, and before you get any ideas, all electronic devices are triple locked. So don't try to get online or contact anyone.

Aditya: Can you uncuff me now?

Imlie put the baby seat down and uncuffed him

Imlie, in surprise: Oh God, you have red welts. What were you doing, pulling against it in the car?

Aditya winced as he messaged his wrist: You dragged me from the Interpol office. It will be fine in a bit, it's nothing.

Imlie, shakily: Here, let me get some ice.

Aditya, gruffly: It's fine. Go tend to the baby, she's waking up.

Imlie hesitated at the door before finally taking off with the baby: Come out for dinner when you are refreshed.

An hour later, Aditya finally got his emotions in check enough to come out of his room and face this new Imlie in her new home. He knew now how stifling it must have been for her to live in his home, knowing he was getting married again and then sleeping with Malini in the same house. If it wasn't for the brush-in with the secret service, nothing would have ever convinced him to spend a night in this house. It made him sick just thinking about it. He now wondered why he ever thought that time was a good one for Imlie just because she gave the appearance of being happy with his family. He wanted to die. He wanted to die before seeing her with her husband. And he had been romantic with Malini in front of her. No wonder Imlie left him and never wanted to see him again. He deserved all of that and so much worse.

Imlie put the baby in her crib to nap a little more while she made dinner.

Aditya came up behind her: May I help?

Imlie was a little startled: You know your way around the kitchen?

Aditya: I do now.

Imlie just raised an eyebrow, but did not ask more: I am surprised your mom let you near the kitchen.

Aditya: I don't live with her anymore.

Imlie: Oh, I didn't know that.

Aditya shrugged: We don't have much of a relationship anymore, so it makes sense... (Aditya stirred the soup) I am a decent cook these days. I can make a few good dishes.

Imlie just looked at him with huge eyes: Sorry, I don't mean to stare. It's just...nothing. It's nothing.

She did not want to say that he looked very handsome in that white shirt or that his claim to being good around the kitchen was just such a cherry on top.

Aditya shot a sly smile in her direction as he moved to chop some vegetables: I know you don't buy it, but I will cook you something tomorrow and maybe then you will believe me.

Imlie's throat was dry. Why did he still have this effect of her? She had thought she had killed all feelings related to him with sheer will and workaholism. But it was like a fresh old wound had been opened again and the rivers threatened behind her eyes at the mere sight of him.

Aditya interrupted her thoughts: Does your husband cook?

Imlie: What?

Aditya: Your husband, does he cook? Or help around the kitchen? From what I heard, Western men are rather egalitarian that way.

Imlie: What makes you think he's Western?

Aditya looked at her: Your baby. Or maybe I am mistaken. She looks at least half non-Indian. I just figured, since you are here...maybe he was, well, Western.

Imlie smiled: Right. You just can't turn off the investigative journalist in you.

Aditya, quietly: He's a very lucky man.

Imlie nodded and started loading the dishwasher: I hope he feels the same way.

Aditya tried hard to sound light: I am certain any man would, murderer or not, you are a good wife.

Imlie smiled despite herself: Well, I always was a baaghi's daughter. He retired, so I picked up the mantle. I am basically a legalized baaghi.

Aditya: I suppose so. It is amazing how one side of the coin is heroism while the other is...

Imlie, thoughtfully: Criminal. Dadah and I talk about that all the time. Just some arbitrary state deciding what move for justice is legal versus what is criminal.

Aditya: I bet he's proud of you.

Imlie smiled: Yes, he is. He doesn't know all the details, of course. No one does. No one outside did - until today. But he knows I work in the police sector internationally.

Aditya: And as a very senior officer at that - at a very young age.

Imlie: How did you figure all that out? We had checked your search history and there was nothing suggesting research on me.

Aditya winked at her: Oh, it was just conjecture. But your alarm confirmed it.

They sat in silence, eating dinner while Imlie debated asking after his family. Should she show any interest or would that seem unprofessional of her? She was confused by the familiarity she had with him while feeling miles and years away at the same time.

Aditya broke the silence first: I think the baby is up.

Imlie shot up: Oh, I will go get her.

Emmaline stopped crying when she saw Aditya over her mother's shoulder.

Imlie placed her in the high chair by them and went to get her baby dinner.

Emmaline stared at him with open curiosity in her deep, blue eyes. She reached for him when he extended a finger in her direction.
Aditya: Hi, Emmaline. Or is it Emma?

Imlie called out: She is usually not so good with strangers, but she's not crying at the sight of you, which is promising.

Aditya smiled as the baby giggled when he stroked her cheek: Babies like me.

Imlie stepped in cautiously: So, do you have a son or a daughter?

Thoughts on this piece? I am seeing silent readers who write nothing. I would like to hear from you on what you think of the story so far.

Tent 🏕- will share my thoughts a bit later 🤗

Originally posted by: raaz19

Tent 🏕- will share my thoughts a bit later 🤗

Can't wait to hear what you thought about this part.

This is so so interesting than the ITV one...you are doing awesome pl continue

Eagerly waiting to see how this pans out. I usually do not read serialised stories till they finish (hate the waiting😆), but really loved the story till date. You have managed to keep their essence, yet given a complete new dimension to their story. Really want to see how you plan to weave in their pasts in their present and the future they will have in your AU - would be interesting to see how this pans out. I am right now logging into the forum everyday just to check if you have updated the story, so hope to see how you take the story ahead.

Originally posted by: Apsvenky

Eagerly waiting to see how this pans out. I usually do not read serialised stories till they finish (hate the waiting😆), but really loved the story till date. You have managed to keep their essence, yet given a complete new dimension to their story. Really want to see how you plan to weave in their pasts in their present and the future they will have in your AU - would be interesting to see how this pans out. I am right now logging into the forum everyday just to check if you have updated the story, so hope to see how you take the story ahead.

Flattered to hear it.