Flight 764 Munich to Mumbai just landed on the Chhatrapati Shivaji International airport,
Mumbai. It was early morning 03:45 hrs.
“So, how
was your flight?” Diwakar asked while positioning on the driver seat. He was
looking good though in nightwear.
“Pretty
much like a flight…” Henry replied from back seat. He seemed a bit tired.
“Relax
Henry.” Derick said. “It was good Diwakar.”
“I just
don’t believe this Mr. Jefferson.” Diwakar was exited. “Since I’ve said to my
family that you and Henry are coming to India for Jahnvi’s wedding, they all
have gone mad. The world famous Derick Jefferson is attending his past
student’s sister’s wedding. What else one would needed? Thanks a lot for coming
sir.”
“Don’t be
Diwakar.” Derick replied. “The way you had insisted, I guess, it was difficult
to deny. And it always feels great being to India and that too with a reason
for celebration. I was needed to come for sure.” He smiled. “How your
journalism is going on?”
“Pretty
good sir.” Diwakar said. “Research is on. These days Mafias are rising back in
Mumbai.”
“Investigative
journalism is always dangerous.” Henry said. “I meant, for a family man.”
“Well,
everyone is a family man.” Derick replied. “It’s a matter of their
acceptability of the situations. By the way, how far are we from the
destination?”
“140 KM.
We’re heading to Alibaug. Approx one and half hour…” Diwakar said. “We thought
our farmhouse there, will be a better option for wedding occasion as relatives
gonna overflow. By the way, you and Henry are the first guest of the home Mr.
Jefferson. We’ll be home by first ray of sun.” He accelerated the car when his
mobile beeped for a message.
“It’s
Jahnavi.” Diwakar said. “Bring some sedative for me, suffering from headache.”
He read the SMS. “I guess we’ll need to go through a 24x7 medical shop.” He
added.
“Not
needed.” Derick said. “Henry has it. He always carries bunch of medicines while
travelling.”
“That’s
good.” Diwakar smiled back.
Within half
an hour mobile rang again. Screen showed “Jahnavi calling…” Diwakar put it in
loudspeaker mode as he was driving.
“Help…”
Jahnavi was screaming on the other side. “He’s gonna kill me…”
“Jahnavi…”
Diwakar got hyper. “What happened Jahnavi?”
She kept
screaming for another few seconds and call got disconnected. Diwakar dialed her
number back but it replied switched off.
“We are
one hour far yet…” Derick watched the time. “If she’s in trouble, you better
call anyone at home.”
“There’s
no one else my grandma.” Diwakar was perspiring.
“Neighbours…?” Derick asked.
“We’ve
just one neighbor…” Diwakar dialed another number. “Vikram, Where are you?” He
asked.
“I’m on
highway.” The other person replied. “Jahnavi had come asking for medicine. She
was having headache. So I was on my way to get it. But car got the trouble.”
“I can see
you.” Diwakar, while accelerating the car at full, applied a sudden break.
“Get in
our car Vikram?” Diwakar asked a man on the other side of the road with open
hood of his car.
“I guess,
Carburetor problem.” Vikram replied. He was in casual wear with a leather
jacket and sports shoes as night was chilling.
“Get in
quickly.” Diwakar said. “I got her call few moments ago. She was screaming for
help.” His words got heavier with loads of tension. “Something is seriously wrong.”
Vikram
entered in and positioned besides Henry. Henry took his sand adhered bag apart
to ease Vikram.
“It can be
a prank.” Vikram said. “You know her. Don’t anticipate anything wrong.”
“I wish.”
Diwakar said and geared up.
It was
twenty minutes to six when their car entered in the compound of Advait,
Diwakar’s bungalow.
Diwakar and
Vikram came out of the car and rushed in.
Derick and
Henry entered in the hall after him. Two dead bodies were lying in the hall.
“Jahnvi…
Grandma…” Diwakar broke into the tears. His sister and Grandmother were been
killed.
To Be Continued...
To Be Continued...
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