Fire with Ice - towards destruction! CH 6 P. 4

Posted: 4 years ago


they started as kids... in school... till a time came that one stepped up to fight the other's battle... only for both to be pulled in simultaneously. Most was bigger than them, some was above their reach but together they fought through it all burning resources, time, opportunities and finally them selves to destroy the one man who burned her... his family and their hope for a lovely future. Only issue being who else was burned through the terrible pathway? How many where burned as collateral damage.... and for what purpose justified?

Fire with ice 

Malhar Rane the fire master... A man who could burn anyone and everyone... showing no mercy... and filled with pain. The meaning of love for him had only one meaning - Vishi - no one else was there in their world... but he had trampled it. Now... the once warm man who would help anyone in need had become the fire that burned them without mercy

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Vishva(Maya) the ice queen.... once a young girl with a smooth personality and a bright future but turned into a cold calculative person who's hart was turned to stone cold thanks to one man. 

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All of this was till they finally came into their lives... but who are they and how did they save the Fire master and the ice queen? How will they manage to get the man who destroyed her? How will justice finally be served? 

Posted: 4 years ago

Before I start the actual story - 

Based on the promo... you can call this as a writing effort... exercise... or even something to help get the ball rolling. What ever you can call it - basically an effort to write again.... so I welcome comments and criticisms... 

I will be posting the first chapters and promos’ in both forums initially.... I am not going by the show as such (mainly because Beyhadh 2 is yet to start) and initially the story will center around (Vishva)Maya and Malhar. Especially because I have been trying and failing to write really good strong fanfictions lately... and failing in any type of writing lately. (Despite being good at it before) This is to set the phase without any influence and also help the challenge become more... interesting... 

Later on the shows influence will be creeping in... but you will have to wait for Kalyani and Malhar’s love story to start out. Especially since you will see Kalyani as a child initially more than an ‘adult’ and under Sampatha’s care... Also several aspects will be being played through and linked together... hopefully it will be good. 

Also Maya's ‘jodi’ need not be according to the show... 

Thank you!

Posted: 4 years ago

Prologue 

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“Madhav ji utiye, nahi tho humare meeting shuru hone se pehele hi katham ho jayega.” came a gruff voice shaking the man sleeping on his back, on the soft pink quilt on a queen size bed. He grumbled and refused to open his eyes, “Dhus minute aur phir main ut jaunga Jay.” 

“Logon ko na apni biwiyan utathe hai lekin yahaan tera best friend. Dumbo, dakkan apna coffee pakdo aur jaldhi pilo. Breakfast paanch minute main thiyar ho jayega.” said the very pregnant lady who walked in, her thin figure was seeming to be bulged with the baby bump, her large almond eyes and soft thin face filled with a smile... unlike her husband  who was filled out, rough added, the man who was seated on the bed smiled and took his, “Thanks doll. Aabae saale ut varna garma garam coffee tere upar giradhunga, ayi shapath.” 

“Ut gaya... ut gaya... ut gaya...” the sleeping man got up quickly, his hair all over the place and shirtless, taking the coffee mug from the hands of his fully dressed friend. The light brown trousers and jacket completed with a white and light brown striped shirt, compleat with the brown leather strap watch and shoes. His hair short but styled to make anyone swoon and a soft perfume to go with it, against strong square yet long features  “Do bachon ka baap hai yeah kaun bol sakta tuje dhek kar.” 

“Tuje kudh ek bacha hone waaala hai bana, aab ut.” he replied, shifting around to sit more comfortably, “Haan... shadhi ka almost char saal aur dhus doctors ke baadh.” 

“Yeah bacha tum dhonon ke liye kithna important hai main kaafi aachi thara jaantha hoon, doll... you are between your seventh and eight month so janaab ko puri raath neendh nahi aaya. Tume ek pura din chod kar jaane ke liye aur na muje maan hai is bandhar ko lekar jaane ke liye, issi liye maine ek plan banadhiya. Madhav, Yashica ko main apni trusted person ke saath chodne waale hai, jiska ghar hospital se sirf dus minute ka dhuuri main hai in case of an emergency. Uske paas saara ka saara details already hai... upar se file ka ek copy bhi gaadi main. Driver ek nahi dho hai line main upar se vo kudh drive kar sakthi hai. Ithna security kaafi hoga tere liye apni jaan ko ek dhin ke liye chod kar jaane ke liye?” 

The man nodded happily, “Tum dhonon jao, main fresh hokar aatha hoon. Saara khaana maath kaa lena.” 

They laughed, walking away his arms around her shoulders, warning her to step carefully when walking, “Sambaal ke. Aur haan aaj ke baadh chalna phirna kam karo.” 

“Sure.” she laughed walking out the door, soon both of them waved her in front of a home and the husband was driving, the friend picking up a small note pad and reading of it, “Krishik ek pagal hai, emotional types, zyadha logic ya numbers nahi dhekega. On the other hand, uska bhai Joydheep pure number person hai. Unfortunately dhonon sauthele hai, upar se they don’t see eye to eye. Unfortunately business Krishik ke haath main lekin finance, Joydheep ke haath main. They are married to sisters, best friends, chuddy buddy types...” 

“Chuddy buddies aur do behene, kabhi nahi.” Madhav laughed, Jay replied, “Yeah dhonon hai, ma dhonon ki best friend thi... jiske jaane ke baadh dhonon ek dusre ki baan gaye.” 

“All right... aur tum yeah saab kaise jaanthi ho?” Madhav asked looking at him, “Play the man dumbo, play the man.” 

“Of Course... aur dusre investors kaun hai?” Jay sighed turning the page, “Ek bandhi hai, Sara. Tharak Khaan ka Saara ka pathi hai, vo uski second wife hai lekin haan asli dhemag bhi vahi hai. She is smarter than what she allows people to see, they have a code which no one really knows. The third one happens to be Manav Rao, uska dhemag, wallet aur dil dhonon kaafi khula hua hai, he is a strong humanitarian and a strong businessman. Clean record uske liye kaafi important hai, extreemly.” 

“The ethics guy. Mathlab isko patalo bakion ko patana aasan hoga.” Madhav added, Jay nodded, “Sabse zyadha aur bada investor hogi ek widhwa aur upar se south Indian. Iska naam hai, Aanandhi. Smarter than she looks... great cook and also superbly dressed at all times but a woman who was tossed the winds. Apni sasur ki support main upar aayi thi, aab kaafi badi hogayi hai apni hi dhum main. She is a diamond in the rough.” 

“Basically usse fool math hona. Got it... aur koi aur hai haath main?” Jay nodded, “Aanandhi ki asli thakath hai uski ‘expertise’ team, jo dhikne main bachon ke thara hai.”       

“Aur akri hai Erick Janson unfortunately, the big fish, dollar funds jo bahoth zarui hai. Unfortunately, uski paise hi sab se zyadha hai, lekin apna decision baaki ko dhek kar hi lega. He will be the last peg to come down so focus on other’s first.” he went on... as the man pulled up into the driveway of the hotel, getting off he handed the keys to the door man. Soon they were walking into the hotel, chatting... only to come out till close to late evening, clapping their hands into highfives, Jay pointed towards a set of hotel payphones, “Pehele jaakar Yashica ko call karke bol dhena. We bagged it, aab bolo, who's the man?”  

“You my lord are the man.” he replied bowing down with a wave of his arm too adding flavour, he clicked a gun shot with his finger on a smile, “Make the call.” 

When Madhav walked away, Jay began chatting with one of the people in the staff... missing out on the sight of his partner being stowed away unconscious with two people giving him support. Soon they drove him away via the black car with blacked out windows.... 

3 hours later 

“Dakhan kayaan hai Dumbo?” he stared at her shocked, “Dumbo ne tume call karke liye aaya tha aur achanak gayab hogaya. Muje laga tume devivery pain aagaya... issiliye call kiya. Gaya kahaan hai vo?” the man rubbed his hands across his face in frustration when hers filled with tears of worry, arms automatically going to the unborn child. “Achanak kayaan gaya hoga? Saach main sab kuch teek tha na?” 

“Ofcorse teek tha, sab ke saab board main aaye the. Paise ek maheene main aajayega. Phir kaam shuru kar sakte hai. Payment aathe hi saara kaam shuru ho sakta hai. Tum apni maikai main hothi. Phir baby ke aathe hi vo tera paas hoga... kyunki humari office teri ma ke ghar ke paas hai. Everything was perfect! Kahaan jayega aur kyun jaayega.” 

“Doll, you know what... ghar jao... mera driver tume lekar jaayega. Aunty ke paas raho! Main dumbo ko dundne jaaunga.” he added pressing his arms onto her shoulders makeing an effort to calm her, as she kept her tears in her eyes, “Go... main usse duund lunga.” 

They did go each into a different car, but at the same time, she in one direction and he in another. His drive through was fast, focused and towards a skeletal of a building on a developing sight on the outskirts of the town. A taller man came running towards the car as he opened the side door letting him in, “Dumbo... HELL YOU ARE BLEEDING. KYA HUA? Actually pehele isko piina... dhardh ke liye.” 

Grabbing the hipflask he sipped it, “Hospital lekar jaana... phone karne gaya tho kisi ne muje behosh kia. Aank khuli yahaan par, bahar aaya kuch gunde ne maarne lage. Ek ne ek rod ko dall dhiya andhar. Dhardh ho raha hai yaar please... jaldhi kar.. Muje apne bache ko dhekne ke liye zinda rehena hai... tume kaise patha tha ke main kahaan hoon?” 

“Kyunki vo mera farmhouse hai yaar... aur vo aadhmi mere hai. Best part patha hai, iss turn main na ek spot hai, Ulhas river ka ek hidden potion. Seedhe uss road ke neeche.... Jahaan is sharp turn main tum jaane waale ho. Jiske baadh tera pura ka pura paisa mera... aur haan don’t worry tumhari biwi aur bache already rasthe main hai. Aur haan... drink main ek blood thinner ke saath saath ek sleeping dose mixed hai. You can’t survive this sale I am going to miss you.” 

Saying those words he stretched out opening the door and tossed the man out on the road not many knew and drove away hearing the very words he said, “Hum vaapas aayenge MRITHYUNJAY ROY.” 

Unaware, another said the same words as she felt the soft arms of a man cry, “Bhabhi main vaadha kartha hoon. Aaap ke bache ko main kisi bhi thara bachalunga. Chahe kuch bhi ho jaye.”    

Nor was he aware, five minutes later and then in fifteen minutes later, in a hospital very far away were born two children... a boy and a girl... both labeled as miracles. After all the doctors where sure, they could not survive the process of birth... their death was almost signed. At the same time, the doctor was connecting a very pregnant woman to a machine and I.V’s, another to the child in her womb. On his lips where a prayer of thanks for having found the lady as early as they did, being able to ‘somehow’ save the child.... So far! “Ahem... Sunny?” 

“Sorry Vidhya, use nahi bacha paya. Bache ko bachane ki puri koshish kar raha hoon.” he replied turning around his tear filled eyes looking at the face of the woman he loved, “Unhone humare bache ko apni jaan dhekar bachaya. Hume unki bache ko bachana hoga. I am on board, ghar par call kar rahi hoon badi ma ko inform kar lungi. Main bhi ek doctor hoon in case you forgot.” 

“I did not... lekin haan muje shak hai. Mauth natural nahi tha, bhai gayab hai, bache ki janam ke kuch waqth baadh hume isko chupana hoga. Apne dhil par pathar rakne ke liye thiyar hojana.” he added looking at the woman’s eyes directly who nodded in reply... not knowing that the woman whom they were depending on to raise the child was going to hate the child... creating a black hole in the family causing the very girl they wanted to protect to move out... from their home... their lives and later their family it self.... Because the final nail in the unborn child’s coffin was in the form of the father’s dead body found by a fisherman and in turn the brand, “Panauthi hai aakar meri beta ko khaliya aur meri beti ko braid dead karvadhiya. Uss bache ko sirf nafrath milegi meri tharaf se Jenny. Sirf aur sirf nafrath.” 

The other older woman in the room stood shocked fear filling her eyes, “Lekin Krishna, vo ek bacha hai, humare Madhav aur Yashika ka aansh hai. Dhonon ne kithna koshish kiya iss bache ke liye...” 

“AUR USS BACHE KE AANE SE VO DHONON CHALE GAYE HAI.” the elderly woman screamed, “Krishna... tume hosh bhi hai ke tum kya bol rahi ho? Tum ek bache ko dhonon ke ajeeb mauth ki zimidhaari dhe rahi ho. Unke saath kya hua yeah bhi nahi jaante hai.” 

“Aur na muje jaana hai - ladka hai ya ladki use meri tharaf se do bhoondh ka pyar bhi nahi milega. Usee sambaalne ke liye ek nanny hier karvadhena, lekin meri tharaf se koi bhi support expect math karna. Mere lie sirf aur sirf Prakrithi hai!” she snapped, walking away unaware that there was a four year old girl standing behind the wall’s corner listening to their words...

Posted: 4 years ago

Contents 

Prologue the murder, that triggered it all leading up to a snowball of complex events which comes together to as his destruction!

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Chapter 1 - as they where seen to who they where 


Several years after everything had fallen apart sat the trio, in Malhar's home, watched in by the wife of Malhar's wife (Sampatha) and her seventeen year old cosine who learns what is behind the hidden layers of what was seen by others... the starting point of what was a beautiful friendship's story which became the story of three people's lives being driven by hate. Someone, who turned from three kids to three intense humans who burned everything around them... a sample into what was their isolated little world in an elite boarding school. 


Chapter 2 - The beginning....



When Malhar goes into memory lane thanks to a photo taken shortly before the trigger of events Sampatha receives a threat from her grand father-in-law... a something Maya informs about after making him chant something like a set of rules... but why does Malhar end up apposing what Maya requests of him and gets ready to throw his own wife into the line of fire when vulnerable...   


Chapter 3 - The beginning....


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Between them, Maya, Sampatha and Malhar end up bringing Kalyani up to speed about what her parents really did and how a small mistake had got the ball rolling leading up to where they were now... along with who they really where! The horror which had loomed over them... and their pain!  

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Posted: 4 years ago

Chapter 1 - 

As they where seen to who they where 


They were picture perfect, she was on the swing tied to the tree, dressed in a simple black churidar with a red duppata with black buttas all over them. Accessorized in simple gold earrings with small stones set in it, a similar set of bangles on her wrists., slowly swinging up and down. Lean, soft featured and smooth skin giving her an air of ‘mysterious’ and in turn a male magnet. Sitting behind her in a white kurtha stood in his tall and firm featured style with the short hair and strong features, was Malhar Rane. The ACP of the place they were standing there and swinging her gently. On the opposite, leaning back on the comfortable bucket chair was ‘Tipsy’ Rajeev... their friend! The black  shorts and the electric blue t-shirt, was moving about with him. All three were sipping from large glass mugs... Despite it all... An angry set of eyes where on them. The angry eyes of 

Kalyani Dheshmuk... the illegitimate daughter of the village's important family. Seen as the 'black mark' set on the family and the cause for destruction...          

An angry set of eyes where set on them, till they turned to the other woman standing in the kitchen making tea, “Thai aap kaise uss aurath ko Malhar ji ke ithna kaareeb rehene dhe sakte hai? Aap unke biwi hai.” 

“Aur Vishi unke dosth hai, Tipsy bhi.” she added without looking at the young girl standing in the kitchen dressed in denim overalls and a dirty-red shirt. Her long hair was in a butterfly set clip, against the sports shoes. “Aur aap unke beech nahi ja sakthe hai. Lekin haan aap ko Malhar ji ke saath ek bacha zarur paidha karba goga.”

The spiteful statement made the elder woman’s eyes snapped towards her, “Aou Sahib ke demands Malhar ka nahi hai. They love me, main Tipsy ki chutki hoon aur Maya ki Sam hoon, don’t worry bacha Aou Sahib ke liye bacha plan nahi karungi. Aur na Maya uski ‘chotima’ banegi! Bitao, chai ko peelena, Mai bhas aathi hoogi unlogon se milne ke baadh. Aur haan, Maya ne bhi humari kuch sadiyon ka request karvayi thi. Agar ho saktha hai tho mai ko help karna kaam par.”

There it was - the real deal - the one they molded.

Sampatha Rane - the wife of the star ACP of the area. The man who traveled around a lot but what they never understood was why was he in such a district area rather than the top heap of Mumbai's elite police.  

“Lekin thai!” she snapped, “Nahi Kalyani. Tumne sirf Malhar, Tipsy aur Maya ko dheka, Ra, Maddy aur Vishi ko nahi, kabhi nahi.” 

Sighing Sampatha’s eyes trailed on the photo, hidden among the ingredient boxes was a photo... laminated and hung. Picking it she showed the picture, behind it the inscription was still there, “To my Chutki, my Maddy aur Vishi as I see them... Love, Ra!”

Kalani’s eyes were filled with wonder and worry but covered with a certain level of silence... never had she seen the man so free and happy. Even though she had respected him greatly there was also a certain level of dislike too as a sister-in-law who felt obliged to protect her older cousin! Eyes again went on the picture perfect sight outside the window, her mind though was remembering the first time she had met Malhar Rane. She was coming over to meet her guardian, Anupriya...  

Three weeks ago... 

The ice cold wind burned through her hair, it seemed to cut through her heart too. The reality had made it self extremely clear. Her mother had died and her father was in jail for murdering her possibility! She had been going to the place where the lady who broke her family lived... she had gone there for one purpose and one purpose alone. Show the lady’s family about what she had destroyed. That was when she met him, seated on the police jeep, in uniform, his eyes focusing on her, “Kalyani?” 

“Ji?” nodded, “Mai ne kaha na, pick up ke liye Malhar aayenga. Main hoon, ACP Malhar Rane. My I.D card, aap se kuch baath karni thi, if you don’t mind.” 

“Sure.” she sighed as he picked her backpack and dumped it inside the back of the van. Waiting till she had sealed her belt, he started the engine and the story, “Tume lagtha hai na, ki Anupriya aap ki parents ke beech aagayi thi?” 

The girl nodded, reading the contents... it made her feel she could not breath... her very life giving air was now burning her... her perfect family was no longer a real family. Her perfect and charming mother was a mistress who... she could not believe it, he confirmed it, “Mai, Athul mama ji ki first wife thi. Tumhari ma ek visitor bankar aayi thi. Dhonon ke beech pyar badthi gayi aur phir akir main pregnent hogayi thi bina shadhi kiye. Tum unki pet main thi Kalnayi... ghar par kaafi confution hui thi. Athul mama ke saamne teen choice the, ek - Madhuri aur uski bache ko chod dho aur apni behen aur uski beti ki zindagi ko bachalo aur saath saath ghar ka izzath ko bhi bachalo apni behen ke zindagi ke kurubaani dhekar. Mai ko chodkar Madhuri ke shaadhi karke apni behen ki zindagi ko bachalena lekin ghar ki izzath ko mitti main miladhena. Phir aakri option thi, mai aur baaki puri family ke saath saath ghar ki izzath ko mitti main milakar chale jaana aur kabhi lautkar maath aana. Athul mama ne isko leliya, saabse rishtha chod kar chale gaye, Madhuri bua ko lekar. Haan Kalyani, bua... Madhuri na sirf vo dusri aurath thi lekin uske saath saath na, meri biwi Sampatha ki bua bhi thi. Dhonon ke pyar ke liye khade hokar char zindagion ko barbaadh kardhiya aur do pariwaron ka izzath ko mitti main mila dhiya. Ayi ka, jiski shadhi bina koi wajai tuut gayi thi, mere baba ka - jisne apni puri pariwar aur ghar dhonon kho dhiya. Meri Sampatha ka usse usski baap ka saaya se hatakar, puri zindagi ek dhabav main bada hone ka. Phir meri Mai ki, jiske zindagi ek akeelapan main chali gayi. Apni aur dusron ke beech apne aap ko chunliya dhonon ne. Tume chun liya... jiske wajay se bachpan main hi meri aur Sampatha ki shadhi thai hogayi thi. Mere dadhu aur uski Aba jo dosth the... lekin haan yeah ek political aliance se kuch kam nahi hai. Khaas khar jab meri baba aur phir meri ma ki mauth hogayi thi.... Chahe jahaan bhi tum jao, Sampatha hi meri manzil ki saathi banegi... aur hum dheere dheere dosth ban gaye the. Sarthak kaka aur Mai ka idea tha, hum ek dusre ko school main letters likthe the. Jiske waja se kaafi kuch jaan paaye the... aab bolo Kalyani jab tum jaogi uss ghar main kaise jogi?”

“Kya main Athul se mil sakti hoon uss ghar jaane se pehel?” she asked, her voice seemed distant, lost and her eyes lost of all possible light, “Sure.” 

Surprise! The man had been kind enough to pre-arrange a meeting with her father, using Anupriya’s name despite being the wielder of power in the jail. “Athul mama main Malhar, Sampatha ka pathi. Aap ki puri kahani Kalyani ko samjadhiya... vo aap se milna chahathi thi... vaade main jaane se pehel.” 

How happy her father was and sad too but he had also extracted a promise out of the young girl. Make right what I did wrong... In all ways... it was on the ride over to the ‘vaade’ she asked several questions about the lady... triggering the snowball of events that lead up to her current stay at her sister’s home at the police quarts... She had been living them them or her guardian (step-mother) alternatively... 

Sampatha too, had also gained a soft corner in her eyes... but still there was no soft corner for her brother-in-law.... A reason her cousin had finally confront her about, “Kalyani, tume problem kya hai Malhar aur uski dosthon se?” 

“Muje dosthon se nahi sirf uss dosth se hai... Maya. Agar vo aur Malhar ji ek dusre se pyar karthe hai tho aap se kyun shadhi ki thi?” she demanded, “Kyunki... dhonon dosth hai, lovers nahi. Haan... badhlav teenon ki ek saath hui thi...” 

Kalyani was about to ask what it was but was interrupted by the woman in black walking in, “Sam we are done. Aur haan, office se call aayi thi, main aur Tipsy shaam thak nikal jaayenge. Dinner ke liye nahi ruk sakthe, sorry.” 

Kalyani watched as Sampatha’s smile faded, “Kya? Lekin tumne promise kia...” 

“I know lekin jaana hoga. I am very sorry Sam. Hum next weekend ke liye Friday hi aajayenge. I promise.” she added, allowing Kalyani a chance to actually observe both women, physically they had certain similarities... both lean and tall with an air of beauty. At the same time, both were completely opposite... 

Maya in full a tight fitting short sleeveless kurti with a black salwar kamiz and a cream duppata with golden leaf work all over it folded up onto one shoulder, pinned. Her make up was mostly smokey eyes except for the light touch of gold on the sides. Her lips had a light peach colour on them. Set against the soft colours and the gold earrings and bangles with light black shoes. Her hair was clipped back on the side on the right leaving open on the rest. 

Sampatha on the other hand, in an umbrella cut light blue dress with the dark blue self embroidery along with the duppata and leggings with sandals with matching earrings and bangles against the fully open hair. The makeup though was more towards shades of pink, more dark on the eye shadow and light on the lips. 

How could Malhar love both of them? 

“Dhonon ek dhum alag hai ek dusre se.” she shot around her eyes grown wide in suprize, “Tum dhonon ko guur rahi thi Kalyani.” 

“Malhar ji, meri mathlab vo nahi tha, actually maine kuch nahi kahi thi... kind of... I’m sorry.” she sighed looked at him guiltily, “Baby tu yahaan kya kar rahi hai?” 

It was not Maya whom the question was addressed to but Sampatha answered, “Baby ne waadha kiya ki mere saath courses dhekegi yaadh hai?” 

“Sampatha come on... use kaafi saara kaam hai aur zyadha aagayi hai.” seeming Sampatha’s eyes filling with tears something which she did not understand, but tried to, “Courses, tho aap kudh dhek sakte hai na? All right... agreed Maya ek kaafi successful business woman hai lekin phir bhi... I am sure aap bhi kuch dhek sakte hai?” 

Sampatha’s dumped her-self down on the chair sadly, “I thought aaj tumhare paas thoda waqth hoga. Just once at least...”

“Sam...” Maya sighed, making Sampatha snap, “Baby, tume aaj kal bilkul waqth nahi hai  mere liye. Pehele hamesha waqth nahi thi tumhari paas. School main hamesha mere liye waqth thi. Pichle teen saal se tumne mere liye hamesha waqth nikaal thi thi... lekin shadhi ke ek saal ke aandhar hi...” 

Sighing, Maya knelt down in front of the girl, wrapping her arms around her, “Sorry Sam. par aathe waqth kuch filter kar dhiya... tume email bhi bijwane waali thi lekin agar tum haan kaho tho lunch chod kar filter hui courses ko hekte hai aur boys ko khaane banane ke liye bol sakte hai.” 

Hope filled her eyes when she looked at her husband who nodded... Much to Kalyani’s surprise, Maya got up and switched on Sampatha’s laptop when Malhar who was followed by Tipsy began cooking. “Kalyani... tum hamare saath ho. Chalo. Basics kar sakti ho.” 

Nodding, she began washing the vegetables and soaking the rice when Malhar mixed the dough for roti’s while Tipsy worked with the non-vegetarian items. Soon, laughter filled the room as Kalyani worked with Malhar on the cooking like Sampatha was teaching her recently and on the other side Sampatha and Maya began discussing a lot of the courses in hand. It was this sight that the elderly lady walked in on...   

“Sampatha yeah kya tum baiti hui ho aur Malhar khaana paka raha hai? Agar nahi bana payi thi kam se kam muje tho bula dhethi. Malhar beta, maaf kar dhena -” the lady jabbered on twisting her saree edge around her finger. The soft green colour saree with the small cream border and blouse mae her look even more dull against the tight bun she wore her hair in, “Mai - Mai aap kaunsi duniya main hai? Main aur Tipsy school main hi cooking class liya sirf issiliye kyunki hume kaana pakanalage the! Sampatha ko zaruri kaam hai Maya ke saath aur Maya ja rahi hai aaj chai ke baadh, aabhi karenge tho registration ho payega.” 

Anupriya Dheshmuk (Mai) - the left woman and the important bahu of the village... the woman who had only one purpose in life. Be a 'slave' to her in-laws. A little something that was going to change!  

“Lekin Malhar, ek pathni ka farz hothi hai apni pathi ka seva karna. Uski pasandh ki khaana pakathi hai... uski pariwaar ki kyaal rakthi hai...” Anupriya went on only to be interrupted by Malhar, “Aur agar pathi ko khaana pakaane ka maan kare use karne dhethi hai. Aur sabse zyadha, pathi ko ithna ummidh rak sakta hai ki agar pathni ki koi kwaish hai vo usse aage aakar batha sakta hai. Dill khool kar!” 

Maya steeped in, “Anuma, Aur humne badi mushkil se Sam ko ek aise pathni banadhiya jo Malhar se khol kar baath kar pathi hai. Please Mai, isko ek aur Anupriya maath banayie. Please... iss ristha ko bachane ke liye humne kaafi mehenath kiya... usko thodiye maath.” 

“Lekin beta agar Auo sahib ya Rao sahib ko patha chal gayi tho?” she asked, it was Tipsy who answered, “Tho humara javaab yahi hoga Anuma. Jab humne request kia ki hume apne Anu ma dhedhe unhone mana kar dhiya. Bol dhiya jab thak vo zinda hai aap uni ke saath rahenge, lekin aab  iss baath ke liye vo hume nahi mana kar sakte hai.”  

Even though Anupriya fell into their demand, they did not see the way the respect developed in the eyes of the young girl standing in the room... they did not know that this very girl would later become one of their saviors from the dark path they had chosen to walk in... a pathway which they were pushed into at the tender age of 16 years... when they were at school... even though she did not notice how Tipsy had stepped away when his phone beeped. His face dark with pain and rage... the message was a photo... along with a message. “Confirmed Tipsy - it is him. He is Rudhra Devrath Roy. I am in!”  

 A message related to her story from... 16 years ago... when they were innocent only to have it burned away from them... individually... as one after another was destroyed... hunted. Now the hunted, became the hunters! Hidden, silent and working slowly... as he whispered the chant, “Technology ki jai ho.”

Edited by arya.arumugam - 4 years ago
Posted: 4 years ago

Amazing writing 

it's interesting

KalMa are so cute❤️

thanks for writing 

Posted: 4 years ago

thank you so much.... I hope you continue to enjoy it... waiting for more detailed comments in future.  

Posted: 4 years ago

Chapter 2 - The beginning....




Malhar too saw the photo she was looking at and sighed. The photo was taken the same time period as when the issue had begun. The story had begun sixteen years ago, its only reminder now though was the photograph hanging on the wall. “Umm Malhar ji?” 

“Hmm?” he asked not looking up from the laptop, “Yeah aap charon ke gale main medals kyun hai? Baaki kisi main nahi.” 

“We where toppers aur uske saath saath hume kuch extra achive kiya tha. Issi ka recognition tha.” even though his voice was flat the real meaning behind it was not what he said. It was in the boarding school... for the elite children of busy parents, under the guise of geniuses, who deserved better opportunities. It was in this ‘secluded’ school where they had been sent away, the three musketeers... of class tenth sat for the group photograph. A checked skirt with dark blue and soft blue combined with similar sleeveless vest and a light blue shirt, setting of the white socks and shoes finishing of with the white headband for the girls. A checked trousers with dark blue and soft blue combined with a similar sleeveless vest and a light blue shirt finished with white socks and shoes. They had all sat erect, neatly combed and those four near the class teacher proudly wore the silver rectangle badge with the word, prefect, proudly. The left for the boys, the right the girls! The perfect boys had bright smiles and certain clashing of personalities, one tanned... the other not so much... one’s hands clearly rough the other pricked with paper cuts. Despite it the tanned was leaning on the pale skinned one. Clear friends... it was the girl near the teacher’s head who had her arm behind the lady’s shoulder, laughing about something. Around the necks of two where white bands on the tanned boy a red ribbon with gold medal. 

The memory of how they obtained those ‘medals’ still burned through his memory... 

Tiger Rings Boarding school - 

In a sit out facing the hills, set in marbles and bright coloured cushions set with glass tables. Everything, expressed only one thing, a luxury and education combined with opportunities! It was also a place where ‘rejected’ children had been  sent away with extended holiday packages. He was on a red bean bag. A thick tomb in his hand and another was in hers, as she leaned on the pillar sitting on the short wall area, a pencil on the lips, “Vishi baby, highlighters kahaan hai?”   

“Pink heart zipper.” she replied biting her pencil lightly going through the tomb on her hand, “Kaun hai jo ek organized pencil box ko aur zyadha organize karega?” 

“Me.” she snapped pointing the pencil at him, “Start pulling out points, Maddy.” 

“Project mera hai ya thera?” he asked again, “Project, hamare Tipsy ka hai!” 

“Aur kaam hum kar rahe hai?” he sighed, running through the book, adding a few more to post it’s on the outside, “Kyunki janaab Malhar Rane, yeah history hai, aur agar humne Tipsy ko yeah kaam dhiya gaya tho kaam kam aur kahanion ko zyaha likar dhega. Chal... main points collect karle phir vo baaki report thiyar kar lega.” 

“Sucker police ke files ko do gante main hack karsakta hai. Upar se remote access bhi pa sakta hai koi bhi computer ka... chaha tho kai se bhi koi bhi files chura sakta hai lekin ek history ka report ke liye ithna ragad ragadh kar kaam karega kishen soocha?” 

“Maddy, vo history main na, Mrs. Vrisori ki glamourus kapon par zyadha dhyaan aur subject par kam dhetha hai. Obviously aise hi hoga!’ she shrugged continuing to work through the books, adding post it’s to more points along with the side notes. That was when he jumped down, from a nearby tree, throwing a kiss to someone they could not see. Once he did it, he turned to them and smiled, “Maddy, Vishi.”  

“Umm yahaan ho kya raha hai?” she asked lightly, “Just a little second base...” 

“Second base? Tu vahan koi laki ko feel up kar raha tha?” Malhar snapped leaning back slightly his eyes following the friend accusingly, “Actually thera kaam kar raha tha. Uska ek friend hai Sam ke schoolmate.”

Malhar suddenly looked highly interested, “Koi hai jo Sam ko thang kar raha hai, ek teacher, male. Sexual favours, don’t worry aaj rath thak baaki kahani bhi nikal lunga.” 

“Sampatha mujse yeah saab kyun nahi kehepathi?’ sighed Malhar, “Akeli ladki hona kaafi daravani experience hai Maddy. Kaha aur ‘ghar’ ka badon ko patha chal jaatha iska dhar natalvaar ke thara sar par lagi rehethi hai.“

As she spoke she began taking all the things scattered about and sat next to Malhar, reopening the books, smiling, he pulled out his pocket camera and took a quick picture. The very picture he was seeing... now... still wondering how that one event had lead up to the changes in all their lives.... 

The snowball of events that had taken a wonderful girl and two wonderful boys and ended up destroying them completely. Sighing, turned around and hugged the girl who touched him, “Maddy we are set. Aab tho uss pal ko dhekne ki nazarya badhaldalo.” 

Taking a deep breath Malhar knew what she was demanding and said what she had been expecting the whole time. “Shristhi ki thakath hai Shakthi ki jawaani aur kuubsurathi. Kuubsurathi vahi hai jo waqth aane main chupa bhi sakti hai kudh ko aur zarurath padne main kudh ko dhika bhi sakthi hai. Agar hum vaan ke un ped ke thara hai jo teeda hai, humare paas zyadha waqth hogi dundthi hui nazron se chupne ke liye. Phool ko patha bhi nahi chalega ki uski andhar se amrt nikal liya ja raha hai. Jab dhar tumhare paas aayegi thab apni thaqth se usko jaladhena. Ahuthi kisi ki dhena hai tho hamesha kudh ki dhena pehele phir dusron ki, kyunki vahi aahuthi dhene ka thaqth raktha hai jisne kudh ko ko dhiya ho. Apne aap ko thakathvar aur dusron ko kamzon sambajna, dhonon duniya ki sabse bada guna ho sakta hai. Yaadhash chek kar rahe ho kya?” 

“Nahi niyath - ladayi kiske liye lad rahe ho? Humare liye yaa ukne liye?” she asked Malhar sighed, and smiled finally, “Agar hum apne liye ladthe tho hamesha khone ke liye kuch zyadha hoga. Agar hum dusron ke liye ladthe hai, tho jo bhi khothe hai, kafi nahi hoga. Iradha humre andhar ki aag ko aag ko jala sakthai hai.” 

“Sampatha ke paas varis ka deman aayi hai.” Maya replied, handing him a letter. He saw it, on the white paper where curved and on and off, harsh marathi words the meaning loosely translated was simple through...  


Daughter-in-law Sampatha, 


How are you? Are you still being a closet modern girl and avoiding your sacred duty of becoming a mother? The sacred  duty of giving the family a son? One who can take the family line further? Or have you conveniently forgotten your actual position in life now that you are married to a successful ACP of the Rane Family. The family whose name itself has been the synonym of ‘respect’ for the longest of time. Hopefully it does not mean I need to remind you you are not a Deshmuk - a family name that is tarnished in the past years thanks to your paternal aunt who chose to become a mistress for a married man. A woman who caused your mother her marital life. A woman who has a child now still out of wedlock. A woman with whom you share a blood relation with even now. A little something we ignored considering the fertility rate of your family and the healthy children they are famous for a long period of time.

At the same time, if you are worried that you can not handle a situation of raising a child your self with Malhar constantly busy at work - the Rane family is happy to provide you with all you need. A suitable home, a team of servants, cook, nanny, cleaner, gardner and driver along with a good car of your choice. After all the Rane family heir needs to have the best of training and education... not that you would have to worry about it for twenty years to come. 

  After all it would be just a ten year concern. After that you will be sending the child off to a boarding school very much like you and Malhar where being sent. You are after all are a product of such a school and you have so far been a promising enough bride. Yet the expectations done so far are though difficult to live up to without a child in your womb. 

I hope you are smart enough to understand there is one fertile girl after another willing to give a child to our family and still marry MALHAR! Still give the Rane family a son worthy of the name and the title which comes with it. 

This is the number of a very good doctor one who runs a fertility clinic, blessing many with healthy, talented and intelligent sons. We have already spoken to the doctor, they are expecting you on the 28th of this month, at 2 PM. An appointment which we had great difficulty in obtaining! Make sure you go there!

Also don’t even try running to your Auo Sahib, I am sure she too agrees that youre role is to be nothing less than an ideal daughter, an ideal grand daughter, an ideal wife, an ideal daughter in law and finally an ideal mother!  

Do go to the appointment, hopefully you can actually get ‘cured’ and give a child to us after they are finished with you or I need to start looking for a replacement when he is still young. 

Regards, 

Your grand-father-in-law  

“Maya... you and I both know it is ******* nonsense. We are what we are, jahaaan thak sampatha ki baath hai, use jaane dho uss check up par. Dadha ji galthi se hi sahi, humare liye eke kaafi aachi chance dhe dhiya uske clinic ke andhar jaane ke liye. Sampatha ko thiyar karna, peheli vaar hamara hoga.” 

“Mahal ho kya? Vo bechari tuut jaayegi. Use nahi patha ke unn logon ka asli niyath ke baare main.” she replied looking into his eyes, hers filled with shock and his determination,  “Jaantha hoon, isiliye peheli baar jab jayegi vo tho ek dhum unprepeared jayegi. Jise baadh hum usko prepare karenge, we need it Maya... we need that one entry in!” 

“Vo tumhari biwi hai Malhar.” she felt his reply before she said it, “Aur vo unke harane ke liye humare liye ek kaafi aachi opening hai. After all, Jiya aur Tipsy ka connection koi nahi jaantha hai. Remember?” 

A cold sweat broke on her forehead but at the mentioning of the name Jiya, her eyes grew moist and made her look away!

Posted: 4 years ago

Promo - the first step towards it


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“MALHAR JI AAP AISE KAISE KAR SAKTE HAI APNI BIWI KE SAATH? SAMPATHA RO RO KAR AANKEN SWOLEN HOGAI HAI.” she yelled at the man who sighed rubbing his forehead, “Kalyani... tume puri kahani nahi patha. Please zyadha thang math karo. Aacha hoga agar tum apni padai main dhiyan dho.” 

“Nahi karungi. Muje Sampatha ki tension ho rahi hai lekan aap ko kya hai, vo tho aap ke liye ek bacha paidha karne waali machine hogi lekin mere liye meri behen hai.” she screamed but something broke inside him as he slammed the door on her, “Bache paidha karne ki machine? BACHA PAIDA KARNE KI MACHINE? TUME PATHA BHI HAI KYA AISE AURATH KAUN HAI JO BACHA PAIDA KARNE KI MACHINE BAAN JAATHE HAI. TUME PATHA BHI HAI KI HUM KISKE AGAINST LAD RAHE HAI? KAISE LOGON KE AGAINST LAD RAHE HAI? TUME YEAH BHI NAHI PATHA KI TUMHARI MA TUMHARI WAJAY SE SUICIDE KAR DHIYA.” 

It felt like a thunder had struck her, her whole body grew cold... “Maa... madhuri... madhuri ne meri wajay se suicide kar dhiya?”

Posted: 4 years ago

Chapter 3 - The beginning....


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A nervous Sampatha saw into the eyes of her friend, “Sorry Sam... lekin Malhar has put his foot down. I am extremely sorry. Patha nahi kya karungi...” 

“Kar bhi kya sakthi ho Maya, meri wajay se tumne kaafi kuch kho dhiya. Main tume aur khone nahi dhungi.” she replied but Maya grabbed her hand, “Sam please jo hua stop beating your self over it. Gost writer project ko maine haan kaha. Project ke liye Tipsy ne haan kaha. Uss analysis ke liye Maddy ne haan kaha. We could not have known... ever.” 

“Jithna bhi comfert karne ki kosish karo, kahani vahi par phir se chali jaayegi na Vishi jahaan par shuru hui thi. Na maine uss teacher ki sexual advances ke baare main tum logon ko bathathi aur na yeah saab hotha. Sexual advance mere saath tho nahi tha, tho main kyun note karun yeah saab? Chup chap aank bandh karke rehethi, ek adharsh student bane chod kar ek dosth bane chali gayi.” Sampatha’s eyes grew moist and angry when suddenly the sound of Malhar’s jeep came on the front pouch. “Sampatha chai banadhena, fresh hone ja raha hoon. Thodi dheer main nikalna hoga.” 

“Banadhungi.” she called back holding back her tears, getting up, continuing to talk to Maya, “Uss ek din ke wajay se kithni saari zindagiyan barbaadh hogayi. Tumhari, Tipsy ki aur Malhar ki... shadhi tho hogayi lekin kya faidha? Hum saab badhal gaye hai. Puri thara... aur Atharv... usne tho apna pyar ko dhiya... muskuraana bhul gaya hai. Bhas natak kartha hai. Mami se, mai se, mama se, aou sahib se aur aaba se bhi phir bhi kisi ko kuch nahi patha... hum saab ne apni zindagi ki khaas hissa kho dhiya. Puri thara!” 

As they walked towards the kitchen, their voice was low enough to not get carried over but the eyes who watched them could read her emotions... almost... after all even though Maya was in her perfect appearance as usual, in a black short kurtha with white palazo pants printed with black floral designs and a duppata to match. Her hair was tied in a half up half open style with silver long earrings. Set up with a single bangles on her wrists, the make up too light... Sampatha on the other hand was out of her element, dressed in a light onion pink kurti with matching bottoms, along with white mesh duppata with small floral prints of several floral colours and some leaves in various shades of green. Her hair tied up in a messy bun as her hands shook... the point was clear!     

An upset Sampatha was boiling a pot of tea when talking to Maya in soft tones when she Kalyani watched from afar, unable to hear what they said. She watched as her cousins face become even more pale and filled with worry. The other’ girls face filled with sadness and guilt - something ripped inside her like a bandaid. It was enough for her to go marching in towards the man in the bedroom, he had just got back from duty. He was changing the clothes when she marched in, fuming...  

“MALHAR JI AAP AISE KAISE KAR SAKTE HAI APNI BIWI KE SAATH? SAMPATHA RO RO KAR AANKEN SWOLEN HOGAI HAI.” she yelled at the man who sighed rubbing his forehead, “Kalyani... tume puri kahani nahi patha. Please zyadha thang math karo. Aacha hoga agar tum apni padai main dhiyan dho.” 

“Nahi karungi. Muje Sampatha ki tension ho rahi hai lekan aap ko kya hai, vo tho aap ke liye ek bacha paidha karne waali machine hogi lekin mere liye meri behen hai.” she screamed but something broke inside him as he slammed the door on her, “Bache paidha karne ki machine? BACHA PAIDA KARNE KI MACHINE? TUME PATHA BHI HAI KYA AISE AURATH KAUN HAI JO BACHA PAIDA KARNE KI MACHINE BAAN JAATHE HAI. TUME PATHA BHI HAI KI HUM KISKE AGAINST LAD RAHE HAI? KAISE LOGON KE AGAINST LAD RAHE HAI? TUME YEAH BHI NAHI PATHA KI TUMHARI MA TUMHARI WAJAY SE SUICIDE KAR DHIYA.” 

It felt like a thunder had struck her, her whole body grew cold... “Maa... madhuri... madhuri ne meri wajay se suicide kar dhiya?” 

“MALHAR, ch-chai pilo pehele. Kalyani tum bhi. Come on it will calm your nerves.” Sampatha was shaking as she tried to force the stuff into her cousins hand when Maya handed Malhar his tea and snacks. “Aise kuch nahi tha, tum cases ko confuse kar rahe ho. Vo dusri Kalyani thi... chup chap pilenena.” 

Sampatha instantly caught on, “H-haan vo dusri Kalyani thi. Kaafi confused hojaathe the Malhar, tum dhonon ko almost same time mile the. Umar lag bak ek jaisi...” for a moment, a shaken Kalyani sipped the drink Sampatha fed her while Maya glared daggers at Malhar mouthing pagal ho kya? It was Sampatha who was dealing with the shaken girl, “Kalyani, jaab tum humari zindagi main aayi thi, thab ek aur Kalyani ne apni ma ki mauth ko cause kiya bhas vahi hai. Malhar... Malhar confuse ho gayie the.” 

Kalyani gulped the drink, still shaken, half conscious of the action being taken, Sampatha managed to push in nearly half a glass of the hot beverage into her. “M-may-a y-ya-adh hai? Vo aa-yi thi na vo d-usri Kalyani...” 

As another gulp was pushed into her Malhar tried to cover up his mistake, “Haan Kalyani, vahi hai.” 

It was when the last drop went in that, she saw through it, his biggest lie of all, “Haan Kalyani... ek aur Kalyani hai jiske wajay se main confuse hogaya tha.” 

The effect was opposite, “Nahi Malhar ji aap jhuut bol rahe hai. Uss din jab main vahaan station main aai thi, thab aap ki vo constable ne bathayi thi. Sirf ek hi case hai, suicide ka, kaafi ajeeb cheezen judi hui thi meri Madhuri ki mauth se... kaafi saval kar thi rahi... lekin aap aakar muje lekar gayi. Uske baadh hi aap ne aur Sampatha ne Anupriya se meri gaurdianship le liya. Aur muje vahaan jaane hi nahi dhete... aur Sampatha? Sampatha use pehele kabhi mujpar ithni nazar kahaan rakthi thi? Exams ke baadh mere liye phone lekar aayi thi na? Aur collage bhi local dundne lagi hai? Hai na? Upar se aap ne Anupriya ke saath meri exam likvadhiya. Alag se... aur yeah bhi promise kiya ki agar main local main karungi tho Anupriya ko bhi usi collage main adimition ke liye koshsih karenge... vo saab kuch vahi interview ke baadh thi... Malhar ji? Malhar ji vo constable thi na? MALHAR JI VO CONSTABLE THI NA? MALHAR JI VO CONSTABLE THI NA?” 

Tears filled her eyes as she realized the truth, anger filling her she began running out! As she ran across the place, desperately, the tree of them running behind her desperately... till they lost her at the door. “KALYANI. KALYANI... KALYANI!” 

The hunt took some time, but it was when Anupriya called her, they knew where she was, “Kalyani aayi hai Malhar, bahoth ro rahi hai... hua kya?” 

“Galthi hogai mai. Main vahaan aaraha hoon... aakar sab kuch bolna padega use pura sach.” he added, turning to the other two women, stareting at him, “Sorry girls!” 

“Tum jao Malhar... main... Madhuri ki saari research work ki copy lekar aathi hoon. Kalyani has the rights to know.” Maya replied, “Sampatha, tum kuch chinees kaane ka basic preparations karlena. Final touches vahaan jaakar banadhenge thab thak main copying work kar lungi. Malhar, tum pehele niko, hum baaki kaam karke aathe hai.” 

Nodding Malhar left quickly, when Maya and Sampatha began doing their respective works. When he arrived at Ahalya Nivas though the sight that met him was a crying Kalyani with her grand father sitting next to her on the swing, her stepmother coaxing some water into her. “Kalyani...”

Her eyes where filled with sadness when it met his, her grandfather at his nod left the seat, pointedly making Anupriya stay with them, with a move of his hand. It was once he left that malhar began speaking, “Kalyani, jo main bathane jarahi hoon vo ek bahoth ajeeb si baath hai lekin kaafi zaruri bhi hai. Tume tumhari parents ka kaam ke baare main kya patha hai?” 

“Madhuri aur Athul ka kaam? Zyadha kuch nahi... Madhuri ek customer relations incharge thi, aur Athul unhi ke liye kaam kartha tha. Researcher types ka kaam kartha hai, ek support system ke thara se. Usse zyadha kabhi nahi batha the... kyun?” she asked looking at him surprised, “Kyunki, Kalyani, tumhari baba ne ek kaafi badi project main involved the, U.N se judi hui. Ek aise project jismain kaafi saare log kaam karthe hai, human rights department, kuch scintists aur upar se Interpole bhi involved hai. Saath saath... kuch private investigators bhi... aur kuch educators bhi hai humari group main.” 

“Aap ki group main mathlab? Aap hai kaun?” she asked, Malhar dipped into his wallet where he kept his I.D card. From behind it he pulled out another one... similar, instead it did not have the local area but the most scary words implanted in them, “Interpole? Organized crime? Asian Branch? Investigator? Aap?”

“Haan Kalyani. Aur sirf main nahi, hum sab, Tipsy, Maya aur Sampatha bhi. Sampatha ek analyst hai jo crimes ko dhek kar details dhekthi hai. Maya meri thara ek investigator hai. Tipsy bhi! Aur hum jho bhi dete hai, Sampatha ko dete hai... vahi saari details ko filter karthi hai. She works from home.” Kalyani’s eyes grew further wide, “Jo dhiktha hai vo hai nahi Kalyani... maine hi Sampatha ko vo kaam dhilvaya. Issiliye humne apne saath Sampatha ko London lekar gaye the. Kalyani - Madhuri P.R main nahi, balki networking main thi, she was an undercover cop. More like a basic level investigator, logon se milthi thi, jithna hosake data gather karthi thi. Ek case main nahi, kai saare cases par first level analyst thi aur upar se apne kaam par best thi. Issiliye use Goa par station kiya gaya tha, vahi par zyadha se zyadha floating population tha. Aur Athul mama... vo ek analyst nahi the, crime investigator the, local organized crime liaison jo floating authorities aur local authorities ke beech ek bridge bankar kaam karthe the. Isi liye unka personality intna blendable maintain kiya. He had connections in the most critical spots!” a pale faced girl listened with rapt attention, till she finally rattled off several names she had met, on oddest of occasions, “Sab ke sab Athul ke contacts the Kalyani. Information pass on kar rahe the.” 

After thinking she added a few more names to the list... Malhar responded instantly with either suspect or interpole or suspect! A shaking girl had now taken comfort in Anupriya's arms, who rocked her gently as finally the biggest question came up, "Madhuri Meri wajay see suicide kyun ki thi?" 

“Wajay tum thi yeah tho patha hai Kalyani. Isse aage kuch nahi. Note main sirf ithna lkiki thi ki main Kalyani ki aankon main sharam nahi dhek sakthi. Usse behethar main mar jaathi.” he added, “Suicide note tha ya kuch aur? Nahi patha tha lekin haan use compleat karne ki mauka nahi mili thi ithna tho confirmed thi.” 

“Lekin agar Madhuri suicide karne ki soch rarhi thi tho phir kyun shadhi ki kapdon ko pehenkar karegi? Aur vo bhi bina apni note katham kiye?” she asked, “Exactly Kalyani, vahi hume bhi shak hui thi. Hume laga ki Athul mama ji ne force kia une vo note linke phir phenk dhiya. Vo bul gaye the ki asli suicide note main na insaan ithna kam details nahi likega. Zyadha likega... detail main likega... aur phir jaab aakri saans lethe waqth Madhuri ne Anupriya kaha tho phir note main kyun nahi thi? After use apni mauht ki zimidhari Anupriya par daali thi tho kyun note main nahi thi? Sirf tumhari naam kyun thi?” 

“Aur Madhuri tume kyun nahi face kar na chahathi thi, yeah ek aur savaal hai humare liye Kalnayi.” they turned around to see Maya holding a stack of papers, a backpack on her shoulders and near her was a better groomed Sampatha, a food carrier in her hand. “Mathlab?” 

“Umm Kalyani, Vishi tume samjadhegi, thab thak main tumhare liye chinees bana rahi hoon. Chup chap khaana hoga.” she snapped but Maya grabbed her hand, “Sam, baito kahani tumse shuru hui thi humse nahi. Mai aap please khaana gharam kijiye.” 

Sighing, she picked up a copy of the photo and showed it to Kalyani... it was Sampatha dressed in school uniform, four more girls near her, Maya pointed to each of the girls! “Jainsi, science thi, Laila, design main thi, Sampatha tho tum jaanthi ho, history aur economy le chuki thi, finally iski namam thi Kavitha, Child care main specialize karthi thi... har ek apni field main naturals the... they were being groomed for ‘families’ and more. Lekin, haan, last level par ek teacher aaye the kuch specific fields par. It was a large, prestigious school so kaafi kuch offer karte the. Uss waqth hume nahi patha tha, lekin use ek subject main muskil ho rahi thi... exam fear... khas kar spellings ko lekar. Bechari ko dyslexia thi... jisko kaafi deal kar chuki thi lekin sirf aur sirf biology main kushkil hothi thi. Aur vahaan par tho, ek spelling mistake aur marks cut jaathe the... jiski dhar se vo spellings ke area main cheat karthi thi. She was smart! Lekin ek teacher ne usse pakdh liya... Kalyani... he pushed her with a demand for compromise... anel sex. She was promised so purity par compromise impossible thi but that is still sexual intercourse... dar gayi thi aur Sampatha se share kiya.”

“Haan Kalyani, uss dhin baki dhonon school par the. Hum, vaade par aarahe the, puja ke liye. Kaafi upset thi... finally sab kuch bol dhiya muje. Maine Maya ko email kar dhiya, madhath mange. Muje nahi patha tha, ek dosth ki izzath bachane ke kathir uski saath saath hum sab ki zindagi ko barbaadh kar rahi thi.” she added, tears flowing down her eyes, “Lekin Kalyani... issi waqth... kuch aur bhi hua tha. Jiske saath saath kuch aur bhi hua tha. Uss hack and expose par humne sirf ek teacher ko expose aur barbaadh nahi kya, uske saath saath ek network ka key point ko bhi expose kar dhiya. A human trafficking network jiski shipping unit thi, Goa main. Bina jaane ke main akun hoon, Madhuri athiya ne Jaansi ko contact kiya... aur use kaafi details nikalne lagi thi. Uski aur hum logon ki madhath se us teacher ki belongings se ek unke network ke kaafi details nikal paye the. Aur almost ek hazar ladkiyon ki consignment ko bachaliya. Lekin unfortunately hackers trace main yeah teenon phas gaye the... aur video main hone ke waje se... meri Jaansi ko unlogon ne...” 

When Sampatha broke down crying, Maya stepped in, “Jaansi ko ek raath sketch daal kar gang rape kiya gaya, phir maar hiya. Aab thak prove nahi kar paye hai ki vo ek momentary gang rape nahi ek planned organized crime ka naqaab tha. Uss raath Jaansi ke paas us teacher ko phone thi, jo gayab hogayi thi...” 

A horrified Kalyani looked on when the biggest part of all came out, “Jaansi Atharv ki mohobath thi... uss dinin usi ki killers ko duundne ke liye Atharv ne vahaan aaya tha. Paison ke liye evi ka... desperate tha... gusse main tha... lekin sabse chupa kar raka tha.” 

“Aur maine galthi se use pakad va dhiya.” she replied, “Sirf vahi nahi, un logon se highlight bhi karvadhiya. Issiliye Malhar aur maine Atharv ko yahaan bail main rak dhiya. Aazadh tho hoga, lekin kai ja nahi payega. Aur mai uski thabyath ki dhekbaal tho kr legi.” 

As Kalyani continued to cry Malhar hugged her allowing her to cry in his arms, soothing her as felt the breath soothe... when Maya got up leaving the file there. Pointing towards the door indicating she was leaving since time was running out. Once she was out, she got into her black ford everest, connecting her phone to the car, a soothing music began playing. The drive was long, till she stopped at a temple, and made a call. “Mandhir main hoon.” 

“All right, drive up back, vahi se jayenge.” came the voice on the other side, once she drove up to where a group of men stood, one of them walked up to her window. He had a build similar to her, but with more soft muscles “Hay baby doll. Ready to see what is behind door number two?”    

“Anything that would make me forget your sexy face?” she asked smiling at the man getting out of the car, “Meri sexy face, Ms. Vishvamaya Jaising unforgettable hai. This does not even come to a three. Come on! Teara hi bandhon ke expertise ke andhar hai par thoda ancient think you can get them on it?” 

“Dhekne dho na baba.” she laughed as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder taking to see the consignment in front of them. It took a moment for her to answer, “Digitalize and send me the copy. Main ukno bijwathi hoon. I am sure they can help.”



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