Originally posted by: EuphoricDamsel.
Thank you so so much !
I do not belong to Kashmir but it was essential for the story .
My research could have glitches but it won't effect the story.
No worries. I don't belong to Kashmir either. But looking forward to the story..😁
Originally posted by: aryapdaneNo worries. I don't belong to Kashmir either. But looking forward to the story..😁
Thank you so much.
I've started working on the next update. :)
Originally posted by: MR21Interesting start. Prerna had to go through so much in such a young age. Fate played its part very well taking away her family. The person she married abandoned her the next day itself. Now with Rishabh's call, how would her life change.
Thank you so much for your compliment.
Just wait and read how the story unfolds.
Thankyou so much for appreciating me
Will update soon
Suspense....mystery....that too around PreRish ....this is going to be a very compelling story I'm sure....the starting is very intriguing.....would like to see how your story goes once Prerna meets Bajaj....Thanks for the PM....but I'll follow this story even if you won't send me a PM👍🏼
Originally posted by: esha143Suspense....mystery....that too around PreRish ....this is going to be a very compelling story I'm sure....the starting is very intriguing.....would like to see how your story goes once Prerna meets Bajaj....Thanks for the PM....but I'll follow this story even if you won't send me a PM👍🏼
Thank you so much !
I'll add you to pm list . It makes me aware about how many people are actually reading. Updating chapter 2 in a while.
:Chapter Two: Savior Comes Calling:
"Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night."
-Virginia Woolf, Jacob's Room
He gazed at the road in a monotonicity thinking about the deed he was about to do. He had been wanting it since the day Rizvi had told him everything, in fact it was partially a reason why he wanted to meet her personally. Four years ago when he'd joined the force he'd been vulnerable, two years prior his father Ravindra Bajaj the head of the department and an encounter specialist for the Kashmir police had lost his life in a showdown with a gangster.
His life had come to a standstill in a minute. His plans from going to a big University and then getting a Masters degree went down the drain. His mother Mandira , worked her toe nails off for the firm that offered her a job in the time of need. Nivedita Bajaj was all the little bundle of joy that he and his mother had after his father's death, his little baby sister. He'd been thrown a job offer from the Kashmir police as soon as he graduated due to his father's reputation.
He had accepted it with open arms, never once snickering at it. Mandira Bajaj had been reluctant to let her son go ahead and take up the job, she knew it would ruin his dreams that he'd concocted in the due course of his life. He however convinced her that they needed the cash to go on not for them but for Nivedita,who had just cleared her class tenth boards with flying colours. He began his job from a week late of graduation and was getting good reviews within his second month.
The 'Bade Sahab' as all the office called was a very dear friend of Ravindra Bajaj, he was the only one who accompanied him on his last mission. He always had a soft corner for him and that helped. Soon a year flew by like sand from palms and he was excelling in his job. He was good better than his father and now he didn't regret joining the force, though his dreams for a Masters degree were ruined he still was happy because his family was happy. Nivedita kept excelling in her studies and made him proud, so what if he couldn't get a degree for himself his baby sister will get it for him.
As two years went by Mr. Ali Rizvi the 'Bade Sahab' and the friend of his father was invited to his house for a small supper as Nivedita had topped her school in twelfth boards. And a large helping of 'Rogan Josh' with the flavorsome 'Yakhni Pulao' was something Rizvi could never resist. After they'd finished the hearty meal the two men sat down drinking coffee outside in the small garden of the Bajaj house. Rizvi knew it was the time to tell him something that his friend insisted on.
"You know your father knew you'll be a fabulous police officer. He wanted you to be one, but you had denied it so many times he believed his dream would go down the drain." Rizvi completed.
"I did Sir. I had dreams but most importantly I wanted my family to be happy when he died, so I took the job. And I've never regretted it." He replied haughtily.
"You're one hell of a man. Any woman will be lucky to have you." He sighed deeply, he'd never had that special someone in his life and now with so much workload it seemed he'll face a lot of difficulties to find one.
"I need to tell you something. Your father always had this regret,even before he went on to his last mission. He wanted it to be solved but couldn't. It was the only case he shut down without a possible explanation." Rizvi said in a calm manner.
"I had no idea. He was always so good with the cases , no matter what he always had a conclusion, a proper closure. What was the case?" He asked.
"Missing person. Husband of a girl. She was a pretty 19 year old newly married. For just a day. Poor girl didn't get to spend any time married he just vanished in thin air." Rizvi spoke and his heart fluttered, a meager girl of such a young age. What a Pity.
"Sir I doubt it was just a missing person case. How can father not find anything he was a specialist in these matters. Absurd."
"That's why he regretted it. He hated revealing it to the girl that he couldn't do anything. He told me the look on her face was pure demonic . Ravindra wished he could have done something." Rizvi completed.
"I'll handle the case. If this was his wish I'd like to complete it. What was her name? I'll need to contact her before I reopen the case Sir." he completed.
"Mrs. Prerna Basu she wrote on her filing report. Poor kid, she was alone, no family nothing. I wish I could help Ravindra in some way but I had my engagements at that time. If you can solve this you'll make your father proud in every way." Rizvi stated simply.
"I'll do whatever I could."
And with that his fate was sealed he knew he had to talk to her but before that her case file needed to be read. A couple of weeks later he sat in his office with the file on his lap and caressed the lapels of the file. He opened it swiftly and read the information of the girl. She was indeed 19 years old, good in studies and had recently lost her only guardian her grandmother when she married an Anurag Basu. A man of 22, four years elder than her.
She'd been trapped he'd made up the conclusion almost immediately but after investigating in the direction he dropped it off. He knew he went away with the obvious choice and that was possibly the thing his father Ravindra Bajaj must have done. He churned the wheels of his mind to come up with a conclusion that maybe she wasn't trapped, maybe something did happen to the guy and he didn't get identified. But before he can go forward he needed the lass's permission to go on with the investigation.
He had contemplated all the things that could go wrong, she could deny the reopening of the case for starters, she could slam the door on his face or she could simply say yes. Nothing was known to him but he wanted this case solved once and for all. His father had, had a couple unsolved cases before but all had a proper conclusion this one did not.
He dialed the number he was given in the file, a landline number, of Kashmir. As soon as he heard her soft, melodious voice his heart fluttered, but he recovered. This was absurd to him, he called her name after seeing in the file. She however corrected it to her maiden name but he didn't miss the long sigh and change of voice.
The meeting was set and here he was standing outside her house, looking at the cosy place he felt at peace. The zephyr had increased in the drive of mere two and a half hours and he clutched his coat tighter to himself. Finally after taking a few steps he knocked on the door once, twice and paused. He rubbed of his shoulders to dust off the specks of snow from his coat and wrapped his muffler closer.
The door opened and his eyes met hers the beautiful hazels. His jaw dropped and he gazed at her for a long two minutes before recovering and clearing his voice. She waited up in a curious express adjusting the edges of her kurta.
"Ms. Sharma?" he spoke.
She looked up at him and made a sturdy nod legitimising his claim. He knew this wasn't going to be easy. Anyone would never leave such a beauty willingly. It was definitely more to the story.
And he will make sure he finds it.
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