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The story so far:
“Am I doing the right thing by Shekhar Should I leak this confidential information to the world? Does he deserve that”?
A rational voice yells at her that very moment.
“Are you thinking of this man, Tara? He is least concerned about your life. Did he ask you once how your day at the new office was? Does he even care for Roohi? He just lives in a bubble. Stop thinking of him so much and focus on your career. You deserve better!
Tara knows what she needs to do. All her doubts are cleared and she sleeps tranquilly.
AB TAK – PRIME TIME BREAKING NEWS
“WHERE IS JENIFFER” & “WHAT HOLDS IN THE MEMORY CARD”
Shekhar’s face turns pale and he almost drops the knife with which he is cutting the vegetables for lunch. A sharp three sixty degree turn towards the television set brings him face to face with the petite, bespectacled news reporter.
“What??” Shekhar screams in a voice so loud that Roohi rushes out of her room, her one shoe dangling behind her as the laces are yet to be untied and she is yet to change out of her school uniform.
Horrified, she watches as her father bangs on the dining table and growls at the TV screen, as the lady on screen continues in a high pitch, her face not giving away any emotions.
“A few days ago, Jennifer Joseph, a dynamic daring photographer from Kochi, had been reported missing! Said to be involved with photographing a sensational picture of a Central Minister involved in a dirty business, we at AB TAK, are the first new channel to be reporting that key evidence to this case has been found! Our confidential source has confirmed that a memory card containing this proof has been flown from Delhi to Chennai.
Stay tuned to AB TAK to find out how the mystery unfolds. Did Jennifer send the memory card herself? Who is this Central Minister? Stay with us as we reveal secrets that will create thunder in the midst of the upcoming elections!"
Shekhar feels like an eclipse has suddenly befallen him. Everything has turned pitch dark and he can only think about how this will affect Jen’s safety. After the initial panic settles down, he starts to growl. “How could she?” He feels betrayed by his own wife. There isn’t a single ounce of doubt in his mind that this news was leaked by Tara.
Since Jen's disappearance, each passing day has only left his mind and heart feeling heavier. He knew he was missing some angle. Tracing Jen shouldn't have been this hard. But he feels as if he is being sucked into a maze of intrigue and every path he takes is leading to a dead end.
And now, with the frustration of not having been able to crack the password of the memory card still pestering him, he has to deal with a new soap opera at home, a volcanic one too, he was sure of that!
“That merciless, heartless woman!” he shouts. Unaware that Roohi is watching this scene unfold through her crying eyes, he grits his teeth and hisses, “Tara, I’ll strangle you!”
“Perfect weather to be in Delhi!” muses a cold, steely voice, smooth yet sharp like a freshly carved knife, while looking out of the window of the 13th floor. The trinkets and bracelets on her hand, chime together to break the monotony of the evening as a slim silhouette picks up a steaming cup of tea and gently blowing through her plum lips takes a sip.
I got ice in my veins,blood in my eyes.Hate in my heart,Love in my mind.
She raps the song by Lil Wayne to match the tune of the slow drizzle outside, meaning each word, when the phone rings annoyingly.
“Switch on the news channel AB TAK” says a voice from the other end without feeling a need for pleasantries.
“WHERE IS JENIFFER” & “WHAT HOLDS IN THE MEMORY CARD”
“My dear, you are fast becoming famous! Everything is going as per the plan and you will soon have your revenge”
The two talk for a while, when suddenly the girl starts fidgeting upon hearing a name. “Motwaniji, thank you for all your help. I now know why my father had asked me to approach his best friend if I ever happened to be in trouble!”
“Joseph was a good friend. God rest his soul in peace! Anything else Jen?”
“Can I call you in a minute? I need to double check something first.” Jennifer takes out her laptop and furiously types the name ‘Cyrus Daruwala’. “Why is this name so familiar”, she thinks aloud as she screens through the google searches.
http://www.cyruswrites.in/ She clicks on the first link and chuckles as she read through the blog.
“A lawyer and a blogger, now isn’t that attractive in a man!” She smiles as she reads the most recent blog post which describes an atypical day in an interns’ life. Reading between paragraphs, her eye catches a photograph beneath the text. ‘Old friends and new’, reads the caption and in the picture is a tall, fair man, holding the hand of a pony-tailed girl with a pot-bellied, obnoxiously happy faced man.
“That must be Cyrus with Roohi and the other fatso...? I think I know him too!” She racks her brain for a while and soon finds the answer in the hidden corners of her evil mind. She dials Mr. Motwani’s number instantly.
She tells the editor how informative the blog has been and queries more about Cyrus Daruwala,
"Yes, he did seem gullible just by the looks in that photograph and I've heard about Roohi from her father. She doesn't befriend anyone so easily. So clearly this one is a charmer!"
“And guess what, Aryan Ahuja is Shekhar’s neighbour!” she squeals excitedly. “Yes-Yes, I know him, photographed the loser when he was a stand-up comedian in Delhi and I small fish!”
"The ball is in your court young lady. Their days are numbered. I can feel it in my bones"
“Cyrus Daruwala is our man of the hour! Mr. Editor, here is the plan...” the scheming minds and whispering voices travel across the cables through the rainy night and chalk out a plan for the Dutta family, sadly endangering someone’s life.
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