Sep 1, 2015

Silence must be heard

Saurabh Chawla | 0 Comments|

Note: This part is in continuation. Please read first part, Why fear your own shadow?
and second part, Dim Haze of Mystery, the third part Bringing Back The Broken Pieces Together and the fourth part Sometimes, you have to start from the beginning before reading this part.
silence must be heard
Shrikant sat back on his sofa in deep contemplation. Ishaan was being interrogated at the headquarters; Jadhav was taking care of all. Shrikant was contemplating the sequence of events that took place since the beginning of this case. He wanted to know the one playing a ruse on him. First, it was Vivaan; he died of the car accident. Second, Mohanlal was found dead in his own home with his daughter relaxing in the lawn. The verse written on the mirror was a part of the screenplay she wrote during her college days. Then, the car got stolen. A thief sneaks in, breaks into the Almirah and steals Mohanlal's gun. Lastly, this guy, Ishaan comes into the picture. Now he will help us to solve this mystery.  
  
 Something was not right. Shrikant was not able to digest the fact that a thief could have entered the premises and make an attempt to steal, that too in their presence. Who was the guy I shot in the knee? Shrikant tried joining every possibility but still something was amiss. He waited for Jadhav to finish with the investigation. He was tired from the arduous case. He rested back on the sofa and closed his eyes to relax his tensed nerves. 

Jadhav came rushing in after twenty minutes. "Sir, Ishaan has nothing to say except he studied with Aaliyah at the University. They were batch mates there." Jadhav sat next to Shrikant. "I see. Is there anything else? What was he doing at Aaliyah's home?" Shrikant wanted to know the missing link. "He says that he wanted to meet Aaliyah but on seeing a police jeep, he got scared so he tried to sneak in till I caught him."  "Oh really, and he thinks that I am going to believe this story?" Jadhav sensed an irate Shrikant. "If we believe Ishaan, then Aaliyah is hiding something from us. If we put our trust in Aaliyah, then it is most likely that Ishaan is lying." Jadhav tried to bring the focus back on the case. 

Jadhav is right; we should go and investigate Aaliyah again.

Shrikant indicated Jadhav towards the jeep and they drove off to see Aaliyah. They reached after half hour at her Panvel farmhouse. The maid escorted both of them to the lawn where Aaliyah sat, reading a book. Shrikant sensed an air of doubt clouding over her. Something is not right with this woman. She looks like that she is completely unperturbed from the loss.

Aaliyah welcomed both of them with a warm gesture and offered a seat opposite her. "So, did you find the killer?" Aaliyah asked as she directed her maid to bring Juice for the officers. Shrikant felt uneasy. What is this woman?  She wore a dark grey robe which was raised above her knees as she sat, exposing her silky-smooth, spotless bare legs. "The investigations are going on. We will soon find who is behind all this." Shrikant was studying the expressions on her face. She was calm, her auburn hair pulled back. She kept the book upside down. "W-What was Ishaan doing here? You know him, right?" Shrikant diverted his focus away from the beauty that stood in front of his eyes. It was difficult. Shrikant hadn't felt the touch of a woman since his wife died ten years ago. He concentrated on work after being interrupted by Jadhav. "You both wrote that screenplay together, right?" Aaliyah replied with a nod. "But I am not aware why he came here." She retorted.

"You are trying to hide something from us?" Jadhav remarked.

"No. Why would I do that?" Aaliyah said hotly.

Shrikant interrupted in the heated argument. "I think that you should tell us all truth. It will help us find the culprit sooner." Shrikant said calmly as he gulped down the last sip of orange juice. "I am telling all truth, officers. I don't know why Ishaan came here." Jadhav tried to speak up but was stopped by Shrikant. "I think we should take our leave. Is there anything you want us to know?" He asked Aaliyah as they stood up. Aaliyah stayed quiet, lost in her own thoughts. Shrikant directed Jadhav towards the Jeep. 

On the way back, Jadhav asked Shrikant, "Why you stopped me. She was clearly hiding something." Shrikant stood silent. "We were so close!" Jadhav gritted his teeth. "Patience my friend, patience. It is needed." Shrikant spoke up. He knew the irascible nature of Jadhav. The rest of the distance was covered in silence. This silence didn't bother Shrikant more than Aaliyah's silence when they left from her home.

Shrikant was talking in his head. Something is not right here. Why is she remaining silent on the questions? Shrikant remembered her look when they asked about Ishaan. Eyes are the doorway to the soul. If anybody remains silent, eyes do the talking. It is very much essential to hear what the eyes are trying to say when one remains silent.

He thought of only one thing as they drove off. The time has come to learn that silence must be heard, silence must be heard.      

To be continued.

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. All the characters in this story are the product of author's imagination and bear no resemblance with any person or thing living or dead. Any such resemblance is purely coincidental.

Aug 27, 2015

Sometimes, you have to start from the beginning!

Saurabh Chawla | 4 Comments|
Note: This part is in continuation. Please read first part, Why fear your own shadow?
and second part, Dim Haze of Mystery  and the third part Bringing Back The Broken Pieces Together before reading this part.
 
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"What do you mean, ACP? I killed my father?" Aaliyah snorted. The sudden outburst of events had already taken a toll on her. Shrikant was unperturbed. He had seen many criminals like this before. He knew this one was a gimmick as well. For him the more innocent the criminal seems to be, more suspicion he had on him or her. This one was the similar one.

"Is that not right that you studied literature and creative writing at the University of Manchester?" Shrikant asked as he gulped down the last sip of coffee. "Also, is that not right that you wrote a screenplay during the course of which this is the part?" He pointed her attention towards the verse written on the mirror in the picture:

Neither a crony, nor the enemy
But still holding the grudges
Hitting you by no bullet or arrow
Why fear your own shadow?
"Yes, that's correct but what it has to do with my father's murder?" Aaliyah was becoming hysterical. "You tell me. Your father lies dead in the room; you are relaxing in the lawn. The verse which you wrote is written on the mirror of your father's room. What all we could expect?" Shrikant was losing his temper now.  "There are many writers out there writing stories, screenplays and all that stuff, you mean to say that all are criminals?" Aaliyah resented. "It's better to find the real culprit who, I am sorry to say is out there rather than wasting your time here." "You call my work as a waste of time? Do you know what we all are going through, what I am going through due to this case?" Shrikant bellowed. Aaliyah became more tensed. Tears started rolling down her rosy cheeks.

"The answer to your question is that not all writers have corpses in their homes." Shrikant tried to stay calm this time. Two things he couldn't stand for long; one delays in his cases and two a beautiful woman crying in front of him. It doesn't matter whether that woman was a criminal or not. This woman was no less. With a pretty face in tears and willowy expressions, this woman was truly an attraction. "I am not the one you are looking for, ACP. The real culprit is roaming outside." Aaliyah hesitated as her voice almost choked her. There is something about this woman that I feel she is saying the truth. Also, I don't have anything to prove her guilty. The confidence was an attribute which held Shrikant in a fix. And she was so confident about her being not guilty. He squared his shoulders and laid back on the Sofa, trying to think. 

In the middle of the contemplation, he heard some rough noises from outside. As he got up to have a look,
Jadhav came rushing in. He held man with the collar of his shirt. "He was hiding outside. I came at the right moment otherwise we could have lost him." Jadhav said as his grip became tighter. Aaliyah came rushing into the horror of events that took place. On seeing the man in the grip of Jadhav, she almost choked. Shrikant had a strong feeling that Aaliyah knew that man. Shrikant held on, approached her. "Do you know him?" Aaliyah was forcing her voice out of the heavy gasps. Finally she broke out, "Ishaan! What is he doing here?" Shrikant gave a steely gaze to Jadhav. Now who is this new character in the story? First time in his career, Shrikant felt his assiduous approach failing. Something was fishy in this case. All he was now concerned was to pull out the main fish from the lake. He thought of a verse he used to listen from his late father: 

No matter how deep you may drown
No matter how much you frown
If you want to ease the suffering
Then start again from the beginning!

Shrikant remembered the time when he dug the seeds of a literature lover deep within him that once lived in his skin. Probably, now it was the time to dig him out, yet again. It would be painful for him, but this case had to be solved at any cost. He indicated Jadhav to take Ishaan along with them. He had only one thing in mind at that time, if you want to ease the suffering, then start again from the beginning!

It was time to start from scratch, again!

To be continued.


Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. All the characters in this story are the product of author's imagination and bear no resemblance with any person or thing living or dead. Any such resemblance is purely coincidental.

Aug 24, 2015

Bringing Back the Broken Pieces Together

Saurabh Chawla | 4 Comments|


Note: This part is in continuation. Please read first part, Why fear your own shadow?
and second part, Dim Haze of Mystery before reading this part.

Shrikant laid back on his chair as he pondered over all the recent series of events. It was already eleven-thirty in the night. Jadhav was about to join him in few minutes. He poured himself some neat scotch, whatever it was, something is not right, something is not right at all. He was taken aback by a presentiment. He was looking for a missing link in the case. He heard the doorbell. He went on swiftly to open the door. His movement was so brusque that he pushed off the glass off the shelf.

bringing back the broken pieces together

Jadhav entered the lobby of his home. "Come in, come in." Shrikant indicated him as he walked back into the kitchen. "Is everything all right, sir?"Jadhav re-confirmed. "Yeah, yeah, want some scotch?" Shrikant was belligerent. Jadhav sensed it. He hasn't seen the iron of a man melt like this since his last complex case ten years ago. Shrikant remained preoccupied as he collected the broken pieces of glass in a towel. Picking up two fresh whiskey glasses, he fixed the drink, on the rocks for himself and Jadhav.

Jadhav, being aware about the phase Shrikant was going through, couldn't stop himself. "Sir, there is something that is bothering you." Shrikant was hesitant. "You can share it." Shrikant took a sip of whiskey, frowning from the strong taste. Jadhav waited for him to arrive in the state of composure. After a while, Shrikant spoke up. "Do you see the broken glass pieces over there, Jadhav?" Jadhav nodded. "My life is not any different now!" Jadhav raised his eyebrow. Indeed his sense of something wrong turned out to be true. Staring at his inscrutable face, he enquired, "What's the point?" Shrikant rested the glass on the round table in front of him. "This case is a mess. And those media guys are leaving no chance to hamper my reputation." Jadhav got the point. It takes a hell lot of time and patience to get to a point where Shrikant stood. It takes a second to destroy it. "Pressure is mounting on me. If the case is not solved immediately, the consequences can be fatal." 

Jadhav knew that the man who stood in front of him was not afraid of any consequences. All he was concerned about was his respect in others eyes. He can't afford a blot on his character or his ability to solve a damn case. Shrikant invited Jadhav in his study room, the place where they discussed the cases. Jadhav sat on a chair opposite Shrikant. The table was filled with the evidences that they have got so far. The intricacy of this case has led them to keep a close watch on every possible angle of the two murders. Picking up the picture that Jadhav clicked at Mohanlal's farmhouse, he gave a closer look at the verse that was written on the mirror:

Neither a crony, nor the enemy
But still holding the grudges
Hitting you by no bullet or arrow
Why fear your own shadow?
"What do you think about it?" Shrikant asked laconically. "I think our killer is a literature lover, someone, who is tempted by poetry," he reviewed the verse again and continued, "Seems like killer was someone known to him." He emphasized on the last line 'Why fear your own shadow?' 

Shrikant reviewed the records he had in front of him. He was trying to fish out something. Jadhav interrupted, "What are we up to now?" Shrikant picked up a file and placed it open in front of Jadhav. "We have our suspect here. Jadhav held close the file as he scanned through a BA Degree in English Literature from the University of Manchester, UK. What surprised him was not the degree but the name of the one it was issued to. The name on it was Aaliyah.

While the suspense intrigued Jadhav, Shrikant could see the dim haze of mystery fading away. The shadow seemed to come out of the darkness. He looked at the broken pieces of the whiskey glass. All started making sense to him. The broken pieces were come together now.


Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. All the characters in this story are the product of author's imagination and bear no resemblance with any person or thing living or dead. Any such resemblance is purely coincidental.
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