Rikara: To Serve and to Protect | Part 12 - Pg 36 |05/18/2018| - Page 21

Originally posted by: Ms.Lizzie

That is a shocking twist

Is Om right? Is Jhanvi the culprit?

Originally posted by: Divi.C

Omg. .r u in police or what. .How can u write such a brilliant and suspense story. ..

Originally posted by: aayushi1

This is all too much for me to process...!

A lot of suspense...But good work and beautifully written😊

SO is jhanvi the main suspect.???

I really wanted to know gauri's involvement? Is she as naive as she is being shown or are there more layers to her character?? Somehow she seems to help om without a fail every time he would need assistance...

Originally posted by: tasnimrodela

Another amazing chapter..

The suspense is making every chapter worth waiting..

Gauri is unknowingly helping Omkara to dig onto the truths..but is she as innocent as shown..?! The question was always in my mind..but wasn't sure whether I should ask or not..

Is Jhanvi behind everything..??

Can't wait to know..

Continue soonish..

Originally posted by: nathalie_rs_

Now this took an unexpected turn.

Definitely looking forward to the next chapter.

Thanks for updating.

Originally posted by: frustrated12233

So much unfolded in just one update!!

Woohoo! Ahmaaazing! The investigation just took a u-turn!

Looking forward to it

Originally posted by: priyadil

Oohhh!!! Is it janvi the prime suspect?😕

How could she do such thing...

Family bonding in such rises and falls in life is amaizing..it gives much needed confidant, belief to go on with correct way

Gauri is indeed very well undersdanding her to be husband..

And om' s new found end of investigation suprized everyone..

Amaizing update dear...👏

Loved it..

Waiting for the next update

Originally posted by: Farri25

OMG My favourite characters my fav couple with my 2 favourite genres... in a perfectly beautifully written story !

All those revelations uff.. I'm so excited for the next one 😃

This part holds a lot of answers to a lot of questions since the beginning. A disclaimer. The story is purely fiction. It has some parts that may seem violent and awful. I have not added anything graphic but just wanted to give a fair warning.

Jahnvi Kapoor

There is a sense of satisfaction to see the person you hate the most in this world taken down a peg or two. That feeling becomes bliss when that person is made to suffer further humiliations. I feel happy but not content, not yet. Even after seeing images of the mighty Tej Kapoor being escorted to prison with the media screaming about his fraudulent activities, I am still not satisfied.

He looks terrified. That makes me want to laugh. Have you ever seen a hunter being hunted? It is a fabulous sight. The knowledge of his upcoming doom makes this hunt more fascinating. Tej Kapoor deserves what he is getting. The media reports suggest that his companies are running at a loss and he has cooked his books for years to get loans. They have gotten that information from me, from the note I left them before ramming my car into the post. No revenge comes without some pain. Mine was just a minor blip.

I have been a part of Tej's life for a long time, waiting for the right moment to make him pay for his sins against me. He is now labelled a cheat, a fraud and an abuser and this is just the start. This is just the start of the great fall for a man who prided himself to be above all other mortals. I watch with genuine pleasure at his downfall, the downfall I orchestrated. I made him soar high, being his silent partner initially, paying bribes when needed, silencing scandals, cutting down competition and when he betrayed me, I orchestrated his downfall too. All these years of respectability only to be called a wife beater in the end. Figure that. It was worth letting him soar high just to see him crash loudly. Nothing like revenge served cold.

I watch my eyes blazing, my heart pounding. Sitting behind the comfort of a retreat, hidden from everyone under the guise of a victim and with an excuse of recovering health, I can truly let myself be and laugh at Tej Kapoor's downfall.

I married Tej for his power, money and his name. There is no shame in admitting that. From the girl who grew up being snubbed for being middle class, I became the society queen in the blink of an eye. It was amusing to see the women who would not give two hoots about me before, go to great lengths to be in my presence and call me their friend. Marrying Tej gave me that. I don't deny. He had what I needed, and I had what he wanted. A woman with the charms, beauty and brains to show off to the world, a woman who could work alongside him as he expanded his footprint in the business world, a woman unscrupulous to do his dirty work behind his back. I served his want and he served my need. We lived off each other's success.

For years I worked to make Tej's business grow. I remained on the sidelines, enjoying the game for that is what it was for me, a game of possibilities. I enjoyed anonymously. There is a thrill in being the person in the background, being secretive. There is a thrill when those who feared Tej knew to fear me without a word. I created my own status. My respect was earned. Tej just worked off on what was my hard work. It was still ok. But Tej brought it all crashing down.

He had his first affair when I was pregnant. I decided then and there that he had to pay for his indiscretion. An abortion and he was back in line, caring and considerate, blaming himself for what he thought was a miscarriage. Little did he know that it was my form of punishment. You take something dear to me, I take something dear to you. An eye for an eye. Tej betrayed me and caused me distress and I caused him distress. We were equal again.

But the complications from the abortion made me have two miscarriages one after the other. Tej was back to his wavering ways after that. On top of that he distanced himself from me, removing me from the boards of his companies siting work pressure as the cause of my miscarriage.

He punished me by taking away what I worked for. I can still hear the gossip, the humiliation. Those who feared me, silently laughed at me behind my back. Tej had his woman and his business and I was cheated out of everything.

I hated Tej Kapoor then, and that hate grew as he went from one woman to another. It grew more as his business expanded. I wanted vengeance. But Tej had stripped me off my power in one stroke.

So, I planned my revenge. Tej had setup some NGOs under my name, just for tax evasion purposes but I managed to make it something better. I used the NGO to control Tej's public image. Tej thought he was divinely blessed that every competition, every bad deal, every whiff of scandal went away. It was my NGO and the girls' it supplied to those who caused him trouble that got him out of every corner. I documented the bribes, the corruption, the women, the fraud. I could have brought him down so easily at that point but I wanted something bigger. I wanted victory. I wanted to regain what was mine, Tej's business.

I was almost successful in doing that when Sumit came into my life. Sumit, Tej's personal secretary and manager was a math and finance whiz. I seduced him. It was easy. He was so smitten by me that he thought Tej was out to kill me. To him, I was the epitome of sacrificing woman.

I remember how Sumit took care of me. He was so different from Tej, gentle and unassuming and nave. I thought it would work out with him. He managed to siphon off money from Tej's companies without anyone knowing and I was all set to run away with him. We were supposed to start afresh, me Sumit and our daughter. My victory would be complete when I had Tej's money and the family he never could have. I convinced myself that this was good enough.

But fate had other plans. Sumit died. He died leaving me without a penny, the siphoned money never ever transferred to the Cayman Island accounts due to Sumit's last minute conscious attack. A lesson learnt. Never trust a man with a conscience. All my dreams of a fresh start crashed in a second.

Tej somehow figured out that I lied about my pregnancy. He snatched my child away from me. The pompous scoundrel dared to lecture me, ME about infidelity in marriage. For all his affairs, this self-righteous talk and the angry retaliation only made me hate him more.

He crippled me, made me choose between my lifestyle as his wife and my daughter. Do you think I had a choice? I chose the one that would let me regroup and strike back. Giving up my child was harder than I expected. She was so tiny, my little girl, so pretty with dark hair like me. I think she is the only thing that ever made me want to love. But Tej gave me no choice but to give her up. I promised her that I will come searching for her. I promised to myself that I would get her back.

But alas!!! My darling little child died. I blame Tej for that. The fault is squarely his. He killed my baby girl. Tej took everything away from me and he left me empty and wanting.

The day my child died, I swore that I would not stop until I got every bit of my vengeance from this man. Bit by bit, I have taken everything away from him over the years including the child he never knows he sired. If he thinks there is nothing worse than what has befallen him, he is in for a surprise. More punishment awaits him. Tej will soon be screaming for mercy. I won't rest until he is begging at my feet like I begged at his that day in the hospital. I will have my revenge.

"Maam, your lawyer is here to see you. He wants to go over a few things with you.

I shake out of my reverie when the servant girl informs me of my lawyer's arrival. I change my expression, smile at her before asking her to let him in. Time to face the world again.

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Rudra Singh Oberoi

Writing up a report is the hardest thing one must do as a policeman. After a long day of work, you need to put in time to write down every detail of the case, leaving nothing out. The detailed reports are extremely helpful especially when the cases are referred in the future. Not so if you are looking at a report written by Mahesh. I have never seen a case file so empty like the ones he has filed on any case related to Kapoor industries or Tej Kapoor.

I meticulously detail every case file that looks to be a half-hearted attempt at investigation. Including Mahesh, there are three other cops who have, over the course of years, helped cases against the Kapoors watered down or have made them disappear. My mood gets sour as I add Mahesh's name to the growing list. It is time to finish for the day. Weeding out these black sheep from our midst is paramount but every time someone proves to be a traitor, my blood boils.

"Do you have more names?

I nod at Shivaay Bhaiyya whose eyes sparkle for one minute with anger and a hint of hatred. He schools it immediately, but I know what he is thinking about these men who have sold their souls.

"Four till now including Mahesh.

"We have to bring them all in Rudy, silently. None of them should get a whiff of being suspected. You understand?

I nod grimly.

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Shakti Singh Oberoi

Thirty-seven girls. Thirty-seven girls that we know of, who have disappeared over the course of the last eighteen years without a trace from "Happy Homes for Women. Thirty-seven women from this city and from other cities who thought they were getting a chance at a better life only to be met with a cruel fate, under my watch.

Shivaay and Omkara stand at the end of the room, their faces grim and with barely concealed anger. Bhavya Rathod, the youngest member of Shivaay's team sits at the projector, pulling up the photo of one girl after another. She has worked for two weeks straight, going over records from different cities and gathering information from the Happy Home itself. She has done her job extremely well. Yet, her face is troubled, crowded with uncertainty.

"This is all the ones I could find. But Sir, this may be just the tip of the iceberg. The girls who have gone missing are high risk girls, runaways, orphans, abused women who usually have no one. The chances of a missing person's report is highly unlikely on a lot of them. Thirty-seven is a low number given the notorious failure to even file a missing persons' report if the victim comes from such a background.

I nod, agreeing with her. She is right, without a doubt. The monster behind all this has taken more victims than we know. I turn to Rudy next. Apart from helping Shivaay weed out some of the bad apples in my force, Rudra has also been aiding Omkara in tracing the whereabouts of these missing girls.

"Our search to find these girls began from where they were found missing, the Happy Homes. We did not find much there. These missing girls were not recognized by any of the others in the NGO. Some seemed to think they have seen a few around but nothing concrete. That was a dead end. We then concentrated on matching the missing girls with the deceased records from years ago. Another dead end.

"Are we nowhere then? Were you guys not able to find a single lead on these missing girls? I expected better. I am being unfair to them. I know that. But this case is too personal to be not affected by failure.

"No dad. We do have a lead. Actually, we know what is happening with the girls who go missing.

Rudra turns to look at Om and then at Bhavya. They seem to silently give him strength. I see Rudra swallow hard before he looks at us, his eyes showing anger, defeat and sorrow at the same time.

"The missing girls are up here.

What follows is photos of beaten, tortured, bound, gagged women. The captions under each photo has a number and either a green or a red mark next to it.

"This is an auction site. Seventeen of the missing girls are posted here. I suspect the others were also sold off except that it was so long ago, this site was not available then.

I watch horrified as the picture changes to another one of the women we are looking for.

"What are those markings and numbers? Shivaay asks in a loud whisper.

"Their price. Green means they are still available for bidding. Red means they have been sold.

Omkara's voice shakes with anger and disgust.

"We found the site by chance. One of my friends at the web crimes division mentioned about a deep dark site that the department had heard of. He spent hours tracing the site and breaking into its firewall. He contacted me when he got a hit on one of girls. The photos matched. It was mere luck.

Omkara continues, his voice reducing in the end. Tiredness and the image of what he has seen over the course of the last few days are taking its toll. Bhavya has tears in her eyes looking at the screen. Rudra looks exhausted.

Rudra gives a derisive laugh but continues.

"These people have been selling these girls to the highest bidder. The girls are being trafficked around the world, exploited, tortured, as unpaid servants, as play things, as sexual slaves. They even have a website for this. The sadists. We need to catch these guys. We need to.

Rudra punches the desk in front of him. His voice falters in the end, overcome with emotion. Bhavya hands him a glass of water, her face showing sympathy. Rudra takes it from her gratefully.

". At this level of sophistication though, it will take us months to find even trace the buyers. Everything is anonymous. The internet gives them the perfect cover. We need another way. We need to go and cut this down at the source.

Omkara ran his hands through his hair, his frustration showing.

I don't know what I expected. I suppose I knew it would be as torrid and awful as this. But to think that for years, young, fragile women who needed our protection have been exploited makes me feel ashamed. I don't usually give in to anger, but this is not a moment to show restraint.

"Do whatever you need to do. But bring these bas***ds to their knees. Do whatever it takes but not one more girl should be harmed. They have to pay.

Kali Thakur

It is a busy day at the NGO. The topic is Women's Safety in the modern world' and the auditorium is filled with the girls from the NGO and dignitaries, sponsors mainly. The chief guests have just arrived. I watch, staring at the petite and pretty girl who seems to be having a chat with the girl sitting in one of our counters, selling home made baskets. We sell hand made food items, dresses, scarves etc,. as a part of the donation drive.

I want her Kali. I want her this time. Do what you need to do.

The words echo in my head again. I have never failed Her till now. Since the time she got me out of jail and set me up here with the perfect job, a job that gives me immense pleasure, I have sworn to be forever loyal to Her. She rewards loyalty and lets me choose the girls I want. Seeing the chosen ones beg before their life is snuffed out of them is a high I will never get over.

If She wants this girl, she will get this girl.

My hands itch as I see the girl walk up to her mother in law and whisper something in her ear. I imagine how she will look when I finally get hold of her. The anticipation makes me smile.

"Mr. Thakur, will you introduce the guests of honor today?

I stand up and walk to the mike placed at the center of the small podium.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it gives immense pleasure to welcome our guests of honor for today, the first lady of our city's police force and her two highly talented daughters-in-law. Give you hand to Mrs. Pinky, Annika and Gauri.

The rented auditorium shakes with the thunderous applause.

This is quite surprising! Jhanvi.. I don't know how I feel about her but its not a pleasant one.. She's been trafficking innocent girls from her NGO.. She betrayed those girls who trusted her to protect them?! It is highly disturbing given the present scenario in our country. And to know that gauri is the next target.. Please update soon