Sometimes, you have to start from the beginning!

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.
 

"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.