Sunday, 27 July 2014

A Painted Gate - Part 4!




A PAINTED GATE 

PRE-NOTE: 

Kindly excuse correct the grammatical mistakes. Thanks in advance. :)

PART 4:
“It’s true. Why would I lie about such a thing? The pipe in Vij’s room upstairs starts dripping at 1 every night,” Indhu practically yelled at the top of her lungs to gain the attention back. Priya, who was laughing her head off, sealed her lips to prevent herself from exploding once again. Vrunda clicked her tongue, rose from her place and sat next to Indhu. “My poor lamb.” She pressed Indhu’s hands and then looked at Vijay. “It’s your fault, Vij. Why won’t you come home early?”
Vijay winked. “Ah darling Indhu. You miss me. If you had told me that before, I’d not have mocked you. Why this pipe dripping drama?”
Indhu threw a book at him angrily. “These people don’t believe me. That’s okay. But you’re married to me, Vij.”
Karthick cleared his throat. “Did you guys exchange wedding vows like when one of you go insane, the other has to accept and go insane as well?”
Priya began laughing once again and this time, Vrunda joined the laughter too. Indhu released her fingers from Vrunda’s and snapped. “Why won’t one of you stay at Vij’s room tonight? Do you have guts?”
Vimal narrowed his eyes. “Am I the only one or anyone else here thinks that Indhu might be afraid of a ghost?”
Karthick slapped Vijay on his back. “Oh man! I hope it is a ghost. I’ve never seen one of those things before…”
“Yeah because we all are keeping one or two in cages as pets…” said Sravya carelessly, barely taking her eyes off her book.
Karthick continued as though he was never interrupted. “So Vij, did you call one of those people – I mean the ones who deal with ghosts and arrest them in little jug. What are they called? Exorcists, I believe?”
Vijay grinned. “No, but I called one of those people who deal with pipes and repair them. What are they called? Plumbers, I believe?”
“So pipe was repaired. Everything is done and dusted,” said Vimal in a matter-of-fact tone.
“No,” Indhu shouted again. “Is there anyone listening to me? The plumber came and said that the pipe was okay. But again it dripped around midnight…”
Vijay yawned. “And I came at that time and closed it. End of story.”
“No, not end of story. Either you solve the mystery or I am going…” Indhu looked at Vijay and said without smiling. Vijay raised his eyebrows and she changed tracks immediately. “Okay, okay, I am not going anywhere but you should come home early. I need you more than Purple Penchant do.”
Vimal whispered in Vijay’s ears. “That’s exactly when you get permissions from wife to keep the TV remote till the world cup is over.”
“What?” Vijay looked confused.
“I am just telling you that this is the time that you can ask your wife do anything for you,” said Vimal, twinkling.
The puzzled expression on Vijay’s face cleared. “You know what? It’s great to have someone more experienced in this marriage business. Thanks, dude.” He clapped his hands and looked at Indhu. “Okay dear. I’ll come home early and you should stop talking feminism…”
“Okay, okay, it’s a done deal then. Let’s talk about the feminism thing later. I’ll bring coffee for all of you guys,” she jumped and went inside the kitchen.
Both Karthick and Vimal laughed out loud. Vijay made a face. “Seriously?”
Vimal shrugged his shoulders. “Obviously she has an experienced friend as well.”
Karthick looked serious for the first time. “Hang on. I always thought that you two will find out every way to manage the wife and so when I get married…”
“That’s not going to happen, my love,” said Priya, pouting.
“I only wish,” Karthick sighed.
“Tell me again, how did you two fall in love? I am amazed,” said Vimal.
“Tell you again? I don’t remember telling you anything for the first time,” said Karthick sarcastically.
“Okay, the real question is how did you fall in love with this idiot, Priya?” Vijay asked while Vimal had convulsed with mirth.
“I met him at the tennis club,” said Priya, a dreamy look coming into her eyes. “You hit a ball on his face, Vijay.”
“I didn’t mean to. He should’ve stopped it – that’s the game,” said Vijay defensively.
“Anyway he was bleeding and all. I helped him. I think that is when love dawned. My heart melted as I sorted him out,” she said while Vimal and Vrunda exchanged looks.
Vrunda snorted. “How lucky, Vij! You practically watched love dawning in somebody.”
“No, I was busy laughing. God, I missed it. Would I ever get such wonderful opportunity again?” Vijay put a sad face and Priya punched him on the shoulder. “It’s no laughing matter, Vij.”
Karthick nodded in agreement. “Yes, she was all sympathy and understanding. That’s when…”
“Love took birth in your heart? Damn, it seems to be a double miss from my part,” said Vijay, pulling his eyebrows together.
“Yeah, me too. What kind of sins did I do in my previous life?” said Vimal.
Priya made a face. “I don’t know what you were in your previous life. But you’re going to be a donkey in your next.”
“Again?” asked Karthick calmly.
Sravya who was deeply immersed in her book looked up and her lips curved a little. Vijay moved next to her and tweaked her nose softly. “Come on, kid. How long are you gonna beat yourself?”
Sravya shut the book and looked into his wise eyes. “How long are you gonna scare Indhu with that pipe trick?”
Indhu came in, set the coffee tray in the middle and looked at Vijay with parted lips. “You did it?”
“It’s Halloween time,” said Vijay innocently.
“You’re so dead,” said Indhu, snatching the book from Sravya’s hands. Vijay dodged her hit and smiled broadly. “It was just cool to prove to a feminist that she needs a man. The bet is Sravya’s.”
**********
“What were you thinking, Vij?” asked Karthick.
Vijay shook his head. “Just the evening before Halloween. How did you come here by the way? You were sitting in the front seat with Priya.”
“I made a few jokes to light up the mood,” said Karthick. “Apparently at a wrong time, I guess. The ladies royally asked me to get lost.”
“Idiot,” said Vijay. He licked his dry lips and rubbed his forehead. “You must thank me for hitting that unfortunate ball.”
“Not as much as idiotic as Vimal who is digging a grave for his sister,” he pointed the middle of the courtroom.
Vimal and Indhu gave a weary smile to each other before Vimal picked up his papers. “How long do you know the defendant, Indhu?
“As long as I remember.”
Gowtham smiled. “Big mistake.” He said to himself and noted the words in his notebook.
“How long do you know Jason Antony?”
“Since Sravya introduced to me.”
Gowtham said loudly. “Are we supposed to learn those dates from Indhu’s diary? If so, I wasn’t provided with one. Also defense counsel chose a lousy procedure to…”
Vimal expressed perfect calmness and told Indhu, “Indhu, please, give us with the particulars.”
“Oh, sorry. I know Sravya for more than four years and I know Jason for a year.”
Vimal proceeded with his next question. “And how are they together?”
“They did very well. She loved him so much. She would never hurt him.”
“Did they have any fights in the period of their relationship?”
“No. They are really made for each other.”
Gowtham twittered. “That’s what I was saying too.”
“Advocate Gowtham,” said Judge Bhaskaran not so gently. “If you’re not going to keep your comments with yourself, I shall fine you for contempt of court.” Gowtham made an action of zipping his lip and smiled.
Vimal continued. “Whose idea was JK chit funds?”
“Karthick’s,” said Indhu. Her eyes perfunctorily glanced at the direction of the Prosecution Counsel. Gowtham gave a nasty smile.
Vijay understood where Vimal was getting at. From the first his lawyer friend’s plan was plain to Vijay: to cast doubt, doubt, doubt. Not heatedly. With cool humor. The voice of reason . . . Insinuate. Imply. Get away with whatever you can and to hell with the rules of cross-examination.
“It was neither Jason’s nor Sravya’s?”
“No.”
“How did Jason get into this business?”
“Karthick said that he would want someone innovative and good at Finance. He said that Jason was his obvious choice.”
“What was Sravya’s reaction?”
“Neither of them wanted it. Jason was working for Purple Penchant – Sravya was worried that it would mean Vijay losing someone in Finance. She loved Vij so much and so she didn’t want to get him in trouble. In other words, she was totally against it.”
“Jason?”
“He had a nice pay and he was comfortable working for Purple Penchant. So he was in a dilemma. He asked suggestions from Vij.”
“And?”
“Anyway finally it was me who convinced Jason. Karthick is playful – finally he wanted to do something sensible and I thought it would be great if Jason was with him.”
“You did this despite the fact that you were losing a good employee?”
“Yes, in fact, as Sravya predicted, it did get Vij into trouble and he had to work late night.”
“Was he happy about it? I mean, Jason?”
“Not much. He said that he will be back to Purple Penchant once Karthick’s business was stabilized.”
“Sravya?”
“She agreed.”
“So neither Jason nor Sravya wanted the job in first place. Neither of them is interested in huge money as my learned friend Gowtham has suggested?”
“How could he know? He never met either of them,” said Indhu.
Gowtham lifted his eyebrows. “Mrs. Indhu, please concentrate on answering the questions.”
“Uh, what was the question again?” asked Indhu, sounding a little flummoxed. “Oh yes, I’ve already told you that they did not want the job. They definitely weren’t interested in money. The only aim was not to leave Karthick alone in his first business.”
“So when you first heard about Jason’s embezzlement, what was your reaction?”
“We heard it a little late because we were on vacation…”
We again?” Gowtham remarked.
Indhu swallowed. “I… I was on vacation celebrating my husband’s birthday. So the news didn’t reach us. When we… I was back, I was really surprised. I simply couldn’t believe it.”
“Sravya was in jail for enquiry.”
“That’s right. And the police said that Jason ran away with the money and Sravya was taken for enquiry as she knew Jason’s place.”
“You spoke to her?”
“I did. She was hurt, she was wounded, she was tortured…” Indhu’s voice broke at this point and she looked away, blinking back her tears.
Even Vimal didn’t continue for a few seconds. “What did she say?”
“She was afraid that something happened to Jason and she wanted Vijay to find him. She literally begged him.”
“She wasn’t furious that she was being tortured on behalf of Jason?”
“No, she was simply worried about Jason. That’s all.”
“What did she say about the 50 million dollars?”
“She said that she didn’t know anything about it. She thought that it was a trap.”
“Once she came out, did she still believe Jason?”
“Yes, she did. She waited for him. She said that he would come back for her. Vijay promised her that he would get him.”
“Did he?”
“Yes.” She looked at Vijay and she wished that she could hold his hands at that moment. He had advised her not to mention anything about Minister Janarthan. She nodded at him and faced Vimal again.
Even Vimal knew better and so he changed the subject quickly. “Now that we established that Sravya did not wait for revenge…”
Gowtham chuckled. “We did not establish anything of that sort. Sravya could be a sweet little actress and this woman in the witness box is naïve.”
“I am not naïve,” said Indhu in a firm voice.
Gowtham and Indhu stared at each other for some time and Gowtham gave up at last. “I am saving my questions for re-examination. Please continue, Advocate Vimal.”
“You already informed the court that the party was the idea of Priya and Sravya. What was the aim of this party?”
“You… you didn’t trust Jason. You were angry that your sister was betrayed. You wouldn’t even want Jason’s name uttered in your house. So when Jason was back, we thought it would be a better idea to have the party in my house.”
“Great. Gowtham already asked you the necessary questions about New Year’s Eve. Now let me take you through it one more time. Please concentrate.”
“Yes, Vimal.”
“Did Sravya choose the food items?
“No. Priya and I did.”
“Whose idea were the prawns?”
“Priya’s. She said that Sravya could make it.”
“So Sravya wasn’t aware of the plans till she entered the kitchen?”
“That’s right.”
“She didn’t say anything about…”
“My lord,” Gowtham leaped to his feet. "Pardon me, but is this a dress rehearsal? Why is our defense counsel walking her through it instead of asking questions?"
Judge Bhaskaran agreed. “Mr. Vimal, you should stick to the questions. You shouldn’t prompt the witness to agree with what you are saying.”
“I apologize, my Lord,” said Vimal. “So what was Sravya’s reaction that day, Indhu?”
“She was thoroughly excited that she was gonna see Jason again. She was a bit concerned about your response.”
“Is that why she left the kitchen as soon as I arrived?”
Gowtham imitated Indhu. “Yes, Vimal. That’s right.” He rose, rustling his untidy black hair. “Vimal, I am sure that I am going to give you a chance to tell your side of story. Now will you please let the lady tell her side of story?”
Judge Bhaskaran looked at Vimal reprovingly. “This is my last warning. You shouldn’t lead a witness.”
Vimal frowned but nodded his head. “Indhu, why did she leave the kitchen?”
“Jason was already in the hall. You just arrived. She thought that it would be an odd encounter and she decided that she should be part of it.”
“You didn’t go with her?”
“Somebody has to be in the kitchen. Besides Vrunda was with you and so I wasn’t troubled much.”
“Was there any trouble outside?”
“I am not sure. But I didn’t hear anything unusual.”
“When did you see all of them together again?”
“When I came out of the kitchen to arrange the dining table. I couldn’t see Jason or Karthick. Vrunda was straight back from work and so she asked me if she could use the rest room. She left. Priya and Sravya were explaining to you why Jason was here. Everything seemed fine.”
“What happened then?”
“Like I said, I started arranging the table. The girls shortly joined me. Karthick came out of nowhere with the bottles. And Vijay called.”
“What was it about?”
“He was running late as he was picking up some medicines for our dog. He asked me to start without him. And I said okay.”
“So your dog was sick?”
“Yes, he was.”
“The call went for 10 minutes. What did you notice during that period?”
“Not much. You were watching TV in the hall. Vrunda joined you. Sravya showed up after 2-3 minutes and she went again. That’s it. I was really into that call.”
Vijay sighed. “Only if I knew what happened in the meantime…”
Karthick passed a cookie to him and then asked, “Why do you think so?”
“It’s not a planned murder. The morphine was taken from Vrunda’s kit. No one knew that till she arrived. Something happened at that night after her arrival led to this murder.”
“Nice argument, mate. But Vrunda knows that she has morphine. So does Vimal.” Karthick’s tone was a bit challenging.
Vijay smiled. “But they didn’t know Jason was there, did they?”
Karthick patted Vijay appreciatively. “That’s very good. So the people who were with Jason didn’t have the morphine with them. The people who have the morphine didn’t know that Jason was in your place. So something happened after 9. What could it be?”
“You tell me, Karthick.”
“I don’t know. I was hanging around with Jason, you see. He looked pretty nervous about meeting Vimal…”
“What about that 500 million dollars cheque?”
“Listen, Vij. My dad needed a scapegoat – he picked Jason. He made it look like Jason did everything but the money was in his control all along. He threatened Jason perfectly and got things done for him. I agree with everything. But I have no clue about this cheque.”
“He didn’t say anything?”
“No. He showed me the gift box and he believed that Vimal will come along after it.”
“That’s where the mystery is.”
“It’s the motive that kills me, Vij. None of us has any. Sravya loved him. Priya was the one who brought them back together. Indhu doesn’t even belong anywhere in this problem; she is just the party host. Vimal and Vrunda hated him but they knew the truth already before the dinner. Jason has a motive to kill me but not the other way around. So it’s interesting, isn’t it?”
“I guess it’s not you because you obviously won’t use your own hands to kill anyone if at all you have to kill.”
“True that. But still I don’t have a motive.”
“Until and unless you hid something from Priya and Jason knew it. Jason had to be silenced before he reveals it to her. How about it for a motive?”
Karthick grinned. “Very good. But you know very well that there is no ‘something’. I’d not have brought him to your place in first place if so.”
“Hence I ruled it out. But it was a good motive though.”
“What happened during the dinner?”
“Sravya gave the champagne bottle to Jason; Jason gave a box back to her. Karthick presented an expensive watch to Priya; she kissed him in return. Vrunda said that your gifts will wait till Vijay joins us and so I wouldn’t feel lonely.”
“Good. So why didn’t Sravya open her gift box? Or why was it never opened?”
“It was because the stupid bet came before she did. Karthick asked him to open it in a single shot… Every one of us was screaming and laughing; there is no time. And then he – J..Jason fell on the floor, choking.”
“So in the entire period, you did not witness anything unusual?”
“That beats me. But everything was so normal till Jason fell dead,” said Indhu.
“That’s what beats me as well,” said Gowtham in an almost inaudible voice.
“Really?” asked Vaishali.
“Yes, Mrs. Gowtham,” He smiled. “You know that you look very sexy in your black gown, darling?”
“I am not your wife here. I am your deputy and so I might book you in a harassment case.”
Gowtham coughed. “The whole point of marrying your own deputy is that you can flirt with them in the middle of your exhaustive work.”
The corner of Vaishali’s lips broadened. “Right. Now, concentrate.”
“You said ‘poor Sravya’. Now Indhu’s witness proves that she is not. No one else could’ve killed him. No motive, no means, no opportunity.”
“Yes. But do you think that Sravya planned this? The morphine was taken from Vrunda’s medical kit. So the idea was born after 9 and the dinner was served at 9:30. Something happened in this period.”
“We can narrow it down further. Indhu was with the food till 9:15. It was only those 15 minutes.”
“That leaves out Vimal and Vrunda. She just said that they were in the hall during that phone call.”
“Yes, they two have a motive as well and they are eliminated. Priya and Karthick do not have a motive. So I am right, Vaishu darling. It is Sravya.”
Judge Bhaskaran announced. “Gowtham, you may re-examine your witness now.”
“Thanks, my Lord.” He walked straight to the witness box. “Mrs. Indhu, how many of you don’t eat prawns?”
“My husband and Vimal are vegetarians. Vrunda doesn’t eat non-veg on Tuesday and Friday. I hate seafood. Karthick and Priya are very particular about their food – they don’t have the habit of sharing food.”
“In other words, no one would’ve touched those prawns except for Jason?”
“Yes.”
“But the champagne… usually in parties, no one opens the second bottle till the first one was over, right?”
“Yes. But…”
“Yeah?” Gowtham prompted.
“Karthick and Vimal had already poured theirs. I told you that we went crazy when Jason opened his bottle. He simply poured a glassful and drank it. We didn’t question it as it was a gift.”
With a little smile, he glanced down his notebook. “Did Sravya insist that he should drink?”
Indhu bit her lips and stared at him in disbelief. How the hell did he know? “Yes, she did.”
“That’s all, your honor,” said Gowtham, adjusting his black gown.

To be continued.
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Lavanyaa



Sunday, 20 July 2014

A Painted Gate - Part 3!


A PAINTED GATE
PRE-NOTE:
Kindly excuse correct the grammatical mistakes. Thanks in advance. :-)
Indhu’s side of the story first as there is no lies in it. After Vimal’s cross-examination with her, you’ll get a complete picture of what happened. If someone is going to come up with an amazing guess after Part 4, I am ready. ;-)
PART 3:
Vijay sat unmoving as Vimal placed his palms on the surface of the table in front of him, pushed in a tired way, and rose. He looked like a dead man. Before he left the table he turned and smiled down at his sister, who seemed turned to stone. The smile was so grotesque, so courageous, and so mechanical, that Vijay painfully averted his eyes.
Then Vimal walked to the witness box and said: “Mr. Armando, there is no reservation in the minds of the defense regarding your authority as an excellent bank manager. We appreciate your unselfish services in the interests of truth. For that reason—”
“I object,” said Gowtham, “to Defense Counsel’s making a speech.”
Judge Bhaskaran cleared his throat. “I suggest that you proceed with your cross-examination, Counsel.”
Vimal gave a cold look to Gowtham and then turned. “I mean to do so at once, Your Honor. Mr. Armando, you have testified that Jason has a bank account with huge money in your bank. You have also testified that you made a fund transfer to Ms. Sravya’s account and identified a cheque leaf as your bank’s, have you not?”
“That is correct, sir,” William Armando replied courteously.
“The fund transfer – is Sravya aware of it?”
“I don’t know, sir.”
“Is it possible that she did not know about it?”
“I object,” Gowtham rose to his feet. “It’s laughable if the defense says that his client is unaware of the transaction with all the improvements in technology.”
Vimal smiled. “My question is relevant, I am sure.”
“Yes, it is possible,” said William Armando.
“The transaction was made on September 14, 2013 5 PM IST. When was it credited to the beneficiary’s account?”
Gowtham looked angry; a little color seeped back into Vimal’s cheeks. Armando consulted his bank records and looked up. “September 15, 2013 10 AM IST.”
“And Sravya was arrested by the Police on September 15, 2013 10.30 AM. Isn’t it possible that Sravya did not know about this transaction in these 30 minutes?”
Gowtham cursed under his breath and punched the table in front of him.
“Yes, Mr. Vimal,” nodded the bank manager.
“The prosecutor himself said that the Sravya wasn’t aware of the bank cheque. So can we safely conclude that Sravya did not have any plans with Jason?”
Gowtham coughed. “I object Counsel from asking opinions to the witness.”
The judge said harshly, “Objection sustained. You don’t have to answer that question, Mr. Armando.”
Vimal dropped his head once and then looked up slowly. “So, Mr. Armando, I am not aware of your bank policies. But is it allowed to make a cheque for 500 million dollars to an account in India?”
“No, it’s not.”
“Did Jason know about it?”
Armando frowned. “I beg your pardon?”
Vimal paced up and down. “Did you or did you not explain the policies of your bank to your client when he opened the account?”
“I surely did.”
“Did you mention about the restrictions of the cheque usage at that time?”
“I… I did so.”
“So this cheque would not have got credited anyway. In other words, it’s invalid, right?”
“Yes.” William Armando agreed.
“That’s all, your honor.” When Vimal walked away, Gowtham leaped to his feet. “Mr. Armando, the signature was Jason’s?”
“Yes.”
“Your Honor, the signature was compared with the note Jason left for Sravya and it was Jason’s. Until and unless the defense counsel gives a proof that Jason was out of his mind, it’s very clear that he meant it quite well that the money was for her just like he promised. So…”
“Object!” stormed Vimal. “Object! That’s not the proper way to…”
“That’s all,” said Gowtham with a quiet smile. “Thank you, Mr. Armando. Your Honor,” he paused and drew a deep breath, “the prosecution rests.”
 The Judge rose. “Adjourned until tomorrow morning at ten o’clock.”
When Sravya had been taken away and the judge had filed out, the pressbox exploded. With feverish haste the media people scrambled out of the courtroom.
Vimal looked limply at Vijay; then his eyes flashed across the room. Priya was staring at him with a cloudy, tight-lipped anguish. He looked away. “Bombshell. Sravya didn’t say—”
Vrunda took his arm gently. “Come on, Vimal. There’s work to do.”
**********
Vijay was seated before his laptop a half hour later, hands clasped behind his head and a self-pitying smile on his face, when the doorbell rang. He started guiltily when he saw who his caller was.
“Vimal, Vrunda!”
“Hullo,” said Vimal glumly. He scaled his coolers across the room and dropped into Indhu’s sacred armchair. “Have you got coffee or tea? I’m pooped.”
“Of course,” said VIjay keenly. As he busied himself being host, he watched his guests out of the corner of his eye. Vimal was looking poorly and Vrunda was looking miserable. “Guys, don’t worry. Vimal, you did well.”
“You’re too kind.”
“No really. Gowtham would need more evidence to prove his point that Sravya and Jason were partners. He must’ve realized it as you kinda shake his fortress.”
“Still it is his fortress.”
Vrunda said for the first time. “And… the betrayal. That’s not going to change.”
Vijay narrowed his eyes. “What betrayal?”
“The fact that Jason betrayed Sravya – that’s the case that he is building, right?”
Vimal leaned forward in an eager attitude. “She is right, Vij. We can’t break it.”
“You can,” said Vijay, passing the coffee cup to Vimal. “If Sravya was mad at Jason after he cheated her with 50 million dollars, why didn’t she simply let out his name and address to the Police and get him arrested? Doesn’t it prove that she was not in contact with him?”
“What if he says that the whole intention behind it was that she was determined to kill him?”
Vijay smiled. “That would be a guess. Gowtham would never use such weak arguments. You saw him today, right? If there is no evidence, he won’t present such things in court. I am sure of it.”
“Vijay, you should be my deputy in court,” Vimal grinned feebly.
“Oh, shut up.”
**********
Rajeev looked annoyed. “Why didn’t you stick to the original plan? When you said it, it looked so good that I myself believed that Sravya killed him.”
Gowtham raised his head from his notes. “That’s a good one. But I don’t have any proof to say that the police tortured her.”
“But they did.”
“Oh yeah? Can you bring one of those policemen to confess in the court?”
“Well…”
Gowtham whistled. “Checkmate.”
“Okay, you win.”
“I do, always. And don’t think that Vimal has anything up his sleeve. It’s a win-win for us so far. You should’ve seen Judge Bhaskaran’s face.”
“He admires you. That’s the plus point. Anyway keep up the good work, Gowtham – very pompous, it was.”
Gowtham grinned. “I chose to take it as a compliment.”
**********
“Mrs. Indhu Vijay to the stand,” said Gowtham, perching on his desk and fanning himself with the paper till she reached the witness box.
“The build-up,” Priya gritted her teeth. Karthick winked. “You’re not falling for him, right? He is married.”
Indhu’s cheeks were yellow, as if something were rotting her blood. She was quick to the stand, tight-mouthed. She looked once at Sravya, not ten feet away from her. Then she looked at Gowtham with wilful eyes. Even before he asked any questions, it became evident that this would be a war between Indhu’s courage and Gowtham’s experience.
“When did you travel to Paris, Mrs. Indhu?”
Indhu hesitated for a moment, while everyone in the court stared at her. Vimal cursed. He should have realized that Gowtham would try to throw her off guard with his first question. Only Judge Bhaskaran didn't look surprised.
“Last September,” Indhu eventually managed.
“I want the exact dates.”
“We started on September 10, I guess. No, it’s 11 actually.”
“Or was it 12?”
“No, no, it is September 11.”
“Can you give me the exact schedule of where all you went?”
Indhu hesitated. “I… I don’t remember. Are these questions relevant?”
“I have the same doubt,” said Vimal loudly from his seat.
“It is relevant as you happened to be in Bank of France on the same day when Jason transferred money to Sravya. September 14, 2013.”
Almost at the same pace, Vrunda and Priya turned and stared at Vijay who was sitting behind them. Karthick who was next to Priya didn’t bother much as he was still watching the trial. Vijay said in a low voice, “I am equally shocked as all of you are. I didn’t notice the coincidence.”
Vrunda looked angry, sullen. “What’s shocking to me is not the coincidence. How did Gowtham know your honeymoon schedule?”
“It’s not honeymoon. And I am sorry but I don’t know how he got it. He is just good at his business.”
“And you’re not good at yours,” Priya rolled her tongue around her lips. “I am just saying.”
Karthick shrugged. “Give him a break, honey. You don’t want him find you as the killer, do you?” Priya’s tongue stopped midway and she watched him with parted lips. “Excuse me?”
“You look sexy when you do that. It was a joke. Liked it?” Karthick grinned.
Vrunda snapped, “Guys, I understand that your life is your own; it certainly isn’t mortgaged to us or Sravya. Either stay out of it or try not making fun of it.”
Karthick looked clueless. “Did I do something wrong? Or are you still mad at Vijay’s honeymoon? Actually I…” Priya kicked his ankles under the bench and he shut up.
“We’re sorry, Vrunda. We understand your pain and we want to be with you,” said Vijay calmly. “I shouldn’t have gone on a holiday when Sravya needed me the most…”
“What?” Karthick started. “Why would you be sorry for a nice birthday? You weren’t psychic to know that Jason was going to take the money…”
Vrunda reminded him. “Correction. Your father was going to…”
“I am sorry,” he said slowly. “Dude, I tried to get you out of this ‘sorry’ business and now I am trapped in it. Any help, Vijay?”
Vijay leaned forward. “My wife is standing in a witness box, Vrunda. I’d have never allowed it if not for Sravya.”
Vrunda smiled sadly and turned back. Karthick mouthed the word ‘thanks’ noiselessly.
In the meantime, Indhu was furious. “For the umpteenth time, Mr. Gowtham, we did not meet Jason in Paris.”
“We? You’re testifying for your husband as well? Were you with him all the time?”
Indhu closed her eyes, trying to control her anger. “Yes,” she said without looking at the lawyer in front of him.
“He could’ve sneaked out when you were sleeping.”
Indhu’s hands tightened on the box but she looked at him as though she was going to drill a hole right through his heart. “He didn’t.”
“I said ‘could’ve’, not that he did.”
Indhu remained silent. “Anyway my advice would be to testify only for you from here on.” Gowtham walked to his desk and rearranged his papers. “Coming to the night of the murder, that is New Year eve, it happened at your place?”
“Yes.”
“Whose idea was this New Year party?”
“Priya’s and Sravya’s.”
“Interesting. So it is neither your husband’s nor yours?”
“That’s right.”
“So who made the arrangements for the party?”
“Mostly I did. Priya helped me.”
“Who sent out the invites? In other words, who decided who all should be present at the party?”
Indhu suck in a deep breath. “Sravya.”
“And who all are they?”
“Vimal, Vrunda, Priya, Karthick and Jason.”
“Why wasn’t your husband Vijay at that party?”
“The party plans were decided at the last minute. We had already accepted an invite from one of Vijay’s friends Raghav. He didn’t want to disappoint him. And so he went to join him and their friends.”
“Did Sravya know that Vijay won’t be there?”
“Yes.”
“Who else knew?”
“Nobody. Anyway we didn’t bother much because Vijay promised us that he would be back after dinner.”
“Unfortunately Jason was killed during dinner conveniently before Vijay’s arrival.” Gowtham stared at his file for some time before saying his next words so that the impact of them wouldn’t be a miss. “Let’s concentrate more on the happenings of that eve now. Can you tell me the order of their arrivals?”
“Sravya came first to help me with the cooking around 6. Priya and Karthick came at 8. And ten minutes later, Jason joined them. Vimal and Vrunda came around 9. The dinner was served at 9:30.”
“According to your own words, no one entered the kitchen apart from you and Sravya?”
“That’s right.”
“You’re positive?”
Vimal quietly objected: the question was answered. Sustained. Judge Bhaskaran waved his hand patiently.
“You never left the kitchen till the dinner was served?”
“I did, to welcome the guests. Apart from that, I was pretty much in the kitchen.”
“Did Sravya leave you alone anytime?”
“No. But she left after her brother’s arrival though and came back when I arranged the dining table.”
“Who arranged it?”
“I started doing it. But like I said, Sravya came to the rescue and shortly Priya joined as well. Karthick picked the champagne bottles from the refrigerator and set them along with the glasses.”
“But he didn’t touch the food?”
“No.”
“So it is you, Priya and Sravya. Is it possible to remember which dishes were brought by whom?”
“Sorry, I can’t.”
“Okay. At least can you remember who brought Jason’s food?”
“Sravya,” said Indhu, heaving a deep sigh. “She wanted to impress him.”
Gowtham grinned. “And she prepared his food too, right?”
“Yes.”
“She prepared it, she served it and no one else could’ve tampered with it.” He paused to allow the image to settle in the judge’s mind and shifted his eyes from Indhu to the judge. “And later morphine was found in it.”
“Listen, she didn’t mix morphine in it…” Indhu insisted, gripping the rail of the witness box firmly.
“How are you so sure of it? According to your own words, you left Sravya alone in the kitchen on three occasions.”
Indhu smiled for the first time. “Because according to police report, the morphine was taken from Vrunda’s medical kit. Vrunda was the last guest along with Vimal. And like I said, Sravya left after their arrival. It means that the tampering didn’t happen at the kitchen.”
Vimal looked alive again after this answer. Bright woman, he thought, delighted that she had picked up the correct point and rammed it home.
Gowtham didn’t look shocked. “Excellent. So your point is that she mixed it while serving it.”
“No. My point is that she didn’t mix it at all,” said Indhu, her voice rising.
“Then who did?”
“I don’t know.”
“Sorry Mrs. Indhu, but the last time I checked, prawns don’t come with morphine.” People in the court laughed. “There is obviously some gap in the story that you were telling us.”
"What are you getting at?" asked Indhu in an impatient tone.
Vimal stared at Indhu, wondering if there was something she hadn't told him.
"Perhaps the time has come to test your remarkable memory once again," said Gowtham. The judge, the press, the people and Vimal were now all staring at Gowtham, who didn't seem to be in any hurry to reveal his trump card.
“Do you recall having a telephone call from your husband at 9:15 while you were arranging the table?”
Indhu swallowed. “Yes.”
“Do you recall leaving the dining table to attend this call?”
“Yes,” her voice was weaker.
“This call lasted for 10 minutes if I am not mistaken. You didn’t watch anything during these 10 minutes, did you?”
“But… but Priya was with Sravya at that time. So she…”
“I already told you to testify only for yourself and not for the rest of the world.”
“Yes, I did not watch anything in those 10 minutes. You… you’re right,” said Indhu. “But listen, she didn’t mix the poison. You didn’t ask anything about what we were talking and all. She was perfectly happy. She didn’t…”
"You'll forgive the cliché, Mrs Vijay, but that's my story and I'm sticking to it?" Sarcasm seeped through his words.
"I am, because it's the truth," said Indhu.
“Fine. Did Jason eat these super-special happily-prepared prawns?” There were quite some chuckles across the court.
“Yes.”
“Who served the champagne?”
“No one. They poured their own.”
“And Jason?”
“The champagne bottle was a gift from Sravya. She gave it to him just before dinner.”
“Did anyone touch it during the course of your dinner?”
“No. In fact Jason had a bet with Karthick that he would open the cork of the bottle with a knife in one go. So after dinner, he dramatically tossed off the cork and grinned at Karthick. Then he poured it into his glass and drank it.”
“So no one could’ve tampered with it?”
“Yes.”
“Except Sravya who gave the bottle to him?”
“No, it’s impossible,” shouted Indhu.
“Oh it is impossible to pour a convenient amount of poison into the champagne bottle and close it with a cork? I wasn’t aware of that – after all, you’re a detective and you should know better.” A few members of the press tried to suppress smiles. "Or perhaps the champagne bottles are coming up morphine-flavored these days just like the prawns." The smiles turned to laughter. Gowtham waited for them to die down before he added, "Allow me, Mrs Indhu, to ask you one last serious question."
It was Gowtham’s turn to wait until every eye was concentrated on him. “After the dinner, just before this champagne episode, when you tried to serve the remains of the prawns to your pet dog Caesar, what did Sravya do?”
Indhu’s face fell. She knew that it was the last nail in the coffin. For a moment, she considered lying. She looked at Vimal first and then at Vijay. Then she took a deep breath and said, “She snatched it away from my hands and threw it in the dustbin.”
“No more questions, my lord,” said Gowtham, looking exultant.

To be continued.
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