Monday, 27 October 2014

You're Next, Buddy - Part 5!



YOU’RE NEXT, BUDDY
PRE-NOTE:
Kindly excuse correct the grammatical mistakes. Thanks in advance. :-)
PART 5:
“Supriya,” said Vasanth promptly.
“Supriya? Sounds familiar,” said Prashanth, moving his drafter by an inch over the chart.
Vasanth frowned. “Say, where do you come from? She’s only scored a 99 in my paper. Does the whole compering for the college symposium. Familiar! That’s what you’ve got to say?”
Prashanth leered, still not taking his eyes off the design in the chart. “Then she should be an ideal reference-library on the question paper set by Professor Vasanth. By the way, do people actually score 99 in your paper? Such a waste!”
“It’s just English.”
“That’s why I don’t put much effort into it,” he sharpened his pencil and was about to draw a line.
Vasanth snatched the pencil out of his hands and said impatiently. “Listen, this is not about me, you or my class. I was going to talk about Supriya.”
Prashanth slumped onto his chair. “Go on.”
Vasanth explained what happened at college. “The first shock was that she is in love with me. And the second shock is that she drinks. Is that even allowed in college hostels?”
“I am getting a bit confused here. When you ask whether that is allowed in hostels, are you talking about love or alcohol?” Vasanth threw the pencil angrily at his younger brother who caught it and started laughing. “I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. Stay please.”
“If you mock me one more time…”
“You’ll put me in detention?”
Vasanth got up to leave and Prashanth shouted. “Sorry, sorry. She is not staying in college hostel. She is staying in a PG with Ayesha.”
“Ayesha? OMG, she is a bully. I bet she was kicked out of college hostel. Now I understand why Supriya was drunk. Wrong company!”
“You know that you’re behaving like a parent – blame it on the other kid when something is wrong with your kid.”
“Yeah, Ayesha makes a great friend – why don’t you go join her gang tomorrow?”
“All right. I agree that her gang is little creepy. Actually it’s a mix of people from all the colleges in our university. Do you know that? Rocky is an arts college guy, Jhansi is a hotel management student and I have no idea what part of world does Sandhya belong to. Not to forget David…”
“Blame it on the university who decided to have a single campus – all the worst from each college formed a gang. What are the odds of that happening in any place?”
“I know, right? And do you really believe that your Supriya is innocent?”
“That’s what I want you to find out,” said Vasanth.
“What?” Prashanth shouted despite himself. “Am I looking jobless to you?” He pointed all the instruments that he was using to draw a plan of a house. “FYI, you’re paying for all these.”
“She is a nice student and I don’t want her to choose a wrong path. I…”
Prashanth crossed his arms across his chest. “Tell me that you’re in love with her too. I’ll do it.”
“What? Oh, these old female battle-axes don’t faze me, brother,” said Vasanth, smiling.
“This isn’t a battle-axe, my brother; it’s a delicate, singing blade.”
“Will you or will you not…”
“I am into it. I will talk to her tomorrow.”
***************
David was awakened from his dream by the church bell. His first drowsy thought was, What a nice way to be reminded that I promised myself to attend the Sunday mass. But as his senses sharpened it seemed to him the reminder was too insistent. The old bell, with its flat and cracked clang, was pealing away like a 1900 fire alarm.
He rolled out of bed and went to a window. To his surprise, he saw Ayesha waving at him and she was in her tracks. “Rocky! Come here! Your girlfriend is all sweaty and sexy…”
“Let me just sleep,” he moaned. “I was up all night trying to hack into our university database…”
“Tell me that you’ve succeeded and got the semester question papers,” said David but his friend was already back in the slumber land.
Ayesha pounded on the door. “Rocky! Wake up!”
David opened it. “What’s up? Left your gym membership card in Rocky’s pockets?”
“No. It’s because Supriya wanted to run around the park near Vasanth’s house.” Ayesha let herself in.
David laughed, closing the door behind. “So it’s getting worse.”
“She is crazy, god,” she sighed. She walked over to the bed and kissed Rocky on his forehead. “By the by, she had another dream.”
David sniggered. “Now what?”
“It’s a bit long. But the summary is that Vasanth and Prashanth were having conversation about her. Vasanth was telling Prashanth to check on her because she is basically a good girl and having wrong company.”
“You know what? I don’t want to hear more. Will this story ever get interesting?”
“Prashanth just talked to her in the park. I overheard it – it’s about how pathetic our gang was.”
“You see the look on my face and you’re still talking?”
“She is scared and I just convinced her that everything will be all right once we see the doctor.”
“What doctor?” Rocky rubbed his eyes and stretched.
“The doctor that you’re going to take her to,” Ayesha purred sweetly.
“I don’t know any doctors. Davy, if you…”
“Heard that you have a meeting with Dr. James Alwin this evening,” said Ayesha winking.
Rocky was wide awake now. “He is an oncologist, for Christ sake. Is your education bad enough that you don’t understand the difference between an oncologist and a psychiatrist?”
“I took her to Vijay,” said Ayesha, looking offended.
“Which is nonsense in its own way. Also I was going to discuss the software that would find even a tiny mass in the X-rays. It’s a million dollar project and you wanted me to give an introduction about a half-witted girl in the beginning?”
There was a knock on the door and Ayesha put her index finger over her lips. “Shhh! Rocky, I’ll get you the latest Xbox thing for your birthday. Deal or not?”
“Okay,” said Rocky halfheartedly, pushing the lock of hair that fell on her cheeks. “Also, you’re going to work on impressing my family especially…”
“We have to talk about it,” said Ayesha slowly, gesturing to David.
David nodded his head and went to open the door for Supriya. “Hey Davy!”
He slipped out and said with a grin, “Why don’t we give the lovers some privacy and roam around?”
“Sure. What’s in your mind?”
“A lot. Let’s take a drive,” he dangled the car keys in front of her before jogging towards his car. Supriya followed suit happily.
The first thirty minutes, they both were calm and then suddenly Supriya said. “This is it.”
“What is what?”
She pointed out. “This is the address that Vijay gave us – it happened to be an empty ground. I wonder how he sent a gift to this place and how someone actually collected it and how that was wrapped around Vasanth’s gift with my signature on it. Pure mystery.”
“Now that you put it this way, I am curious,” he halted.
They both stepped out of the car and David examined the barricade around the place. He twitched the fence a little, bent down and went in. Supriya grabbed his jacket and pulled. “What the hell are you doing?”
“You girls did some investigation eh?”
“Yes, why?”
“That’s Jhansi’s bracelet,” he pointed a spot where the sun made the ornament shining.
“But… but we never crossed the fence. What’s going on? It…” Suddenly she screamed, holding her chest, as David pulled the bracelet and it came out along with a hand. Jhansi’s hand.
***************
“Ranjani aunty, I came here for a book. I am super bored,” said Sylvia with a broad smile.
Ranjani offered her a hug before letting her and Priya into Vasanth’s room. Sylvia took a deep breath and looked around. “Phew! This is not a room; this is a library.”
“I know. Let me sneak around the brother’s room, okay?”
“I am fine with it. Go ahead,” Sylvia waved her hands carelessly as she was still in awe of the arrangement of all the books neatly.
“Separate sections eh?” She told herself as she ran her long fingers through the pile of books. “Mystery, Romance, Science, Sci-fi, Laughter, History, Fantasy…” Suddenly her fingers stopped as she read, “Supriya!”
She picked the first book on it. It was Neil Gaiman’s ‘The sleeper and the spindle’. She turned the page and read it.
People say that pen is mightier than sword.
So instead of an arrow, I hope that this pen strikes your heart.
I am in love with you.
Supriya
The signature was followed by a heart with an arrow along with the date and Sylvia smiled at it. Suddenly she remembered something – this book wasn’t released in India back then. Somebody must’ve got it from abroad. If the cover was from The Purple Penchant, why not the book?
She clicked her tongue and settled on the nearby couch to inspect the book. She worked delicately with the first page as she suspected that two pages are glued together. Her thoughts wandered to some other point. “Wait a minute. Didn’t Vasanth return the book to Supriya?”
Her mind tried to come up with several answers but she dropped each one of them as it didn’t explain one thing or another. And none of them explained the dreams of Supriya. Finally she shook her head and resumed to scrutinize the book yet again. Her assumption was right – the paper which contained Supriya’s signature was pasted over the original paper of the book. It was a clever work and no one could find it unless they knew what they were looking for.
She used a paperknife and separated the pages. She felt like throwing her arms in the air and dancing as the original first page revealed the beautiful handwriting of Vijay.
Dear Juhi Sinha,
Congratulations on winning ‘The Crown’ for this week.
Keep your mind sharp,
Vijay.
“Wow! Juhi Sinha is the fourth victim of…” She didn’t complete the sentence as Priya screamed for help from the adjacent room. “Sylvi!!! Come here!”
***************
Vijay looked thoughtful. “I am not at all convinced, Bhargy. This might be a trap.”
“Don’t be chicken. It’s Phoenix. That’s where you shop, remember? Raymond, Park Avenue, Louis Vuitton…”
“Fine,” said Vijay. “As she proposed the venue, let’s propose the time. Tell her that I am free at 8 and I’ll meet her outside Luxe Movie hall. If this is not okay, cancel the appointment.”
“Done,” said Bhragav, after burying his head into the laptop for a few seconds.
“All right. Let’s leave now.” Vijay slapped the back of Bhargav, hurrying him up.
Bhargav looked at his watch and then at the wall clock. Both of them announced that it was half past two. “Excuse me? We just had lunch. And my math book taught me that we have 5 more hours…”
“Let’s watch a movie and shop a bit in one of those shops that you fondly spoke about.”
“What? What? What? You…” But Vijay wasn’t there to listen to him and he felt as though he was talking to a wall. “All right.”
He went inside the washroom and washed his face with cold water. When he came out, he saw Vijay was ready. “How are you planning to get out of the house?”
“Via the gate. I am wearing white, Bhargy? Do you want me to climb the walls?”
Bhargav grinned. “I’d like to remind you that there is a security in the gate.”
“Spadiha is distracting him. She heard someone yelling near her window.” Vijay looked up and mostly talked to the ceiling.
“Of course she heard.” Bhargav raised his hands and Vijay hit it before they walked out.
Bhargav took the driver seat this time and raced forward, checking with Vijay for directions every now and then on the way. They didn’t mention the case or the arrow – not even a single time even though it was in their mind. Vijay avoided it deliberately and Bhargav didn’t push him. He simply answered Vijay’s questions. “What’s your next project about, Bhargy?”
“It will come along when I finish the current one.” He tapped his temples.
“What’s your current project about?”
“Give me a set of fingerprints – my software will draw the picture of the person.”
“Oh!” said Vijay, turning on the music.
“Hey, believe me, okay?” said Bhargav, turning it off.
“I believe you. I just don’t want to encourage this freelancing life of yours because my wife doesn’t like it. Why don’t you just get a job and settle down in a place?”
“Is this coming from your heart?”
Vijay shrugged his shoulders. “Nope. But Indhu…”
“Indhu is going to say it to me anyway. So save it, Vij. I can’t go to a software company and do what they ask me to do. I tried once, Vij. They were using IE 8 browser and wanted me to develop a Java application with Tomcat server. With the world moving toward DaaS, I can’t believe that they want me to work on such a stupid application. I want to do something new – I am not the guy who can…”
“I think I get it, Bhargy. So who are you selling this software to?”
Bhargav winked naughtily. “To the highest bidder. So far, Scotland Yard is in the lead.”
“Scotland... what?” Then he snapped his fingers. “Oh yeah, if they get the fingerprints, they can always get the criminal. Cool, this software is supposed to be with the Indian Police Department because the crime rate is higher here.”
“And then those criminals will be immediately convicted by our fast track courts and we all will live happily ever after in an ideal nation called India,” said Bhargav sarcastically.
Vijay laughed. “Okay, all the best for your software. Can you do the same with the DNA?”
“You just gave me an idea about my next project. I think it’s possible but…”
A ringing cell phone disturbed both of them. “That’s a Nokia ringtone. Neither of us uses Nokia,” said Vijay, looking around.
“It’s from the glove compartment,” said Bhargav, opening it. A pungent smell hit their noses and Vijay tried hard not to smell it.
“Chloroform? How on earth…” he couldn’t speak further as something pulled him far away from this world. All Bhargav could manage was to brake the car and stop it before slipping into unconsciousness.
The Arrow appeared from the nearby alley. “That was easy,” He told his partner with a smile. “Remove anything that might have a GPS – his watch, his cell phone, even his pendant. And take this car and park it at Phoenix mall.”
When the partner was about to move, he said, “It’s the watch. It has GPS. Donate it to some beggar on the way and give him a ticket to Luxe Cinema Hall.”
“Seriously? His uncle might believe that Vijay is watching a movie but it only buys us a couple of hours.”
“Your point being?”
“It’s a Rolex.”
The Arrow laughed. “Go. Now.”

To be continued.
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Lavanyaa

Friday, 24 October 2014

A Painted Gate - Part 11!



A PAINTED GATE
PRE-NOTE:
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PART 11:
Gowtham showed no emotion when Rajeev told him that Sravya denied it when he asked her to plead guilty. “Fine. She’ll serve a life sentence for all I know.”
On the other hand, Vimal’s whole manner changed. A bright confidence crept into his eyes which began to infect the judge. Judge Bhaskaran looked more interested than he had appeared for days.
On the last morning, after several sessions with relatively unimportant defense witnesses, Vimal came into court with a squareness to his jaw that was remarked by everyone within eyeshot. He was pale, but not so pale as he had been; and there was a truculence in the glance with which he swept the courtroom that made Gowtham look thoughtful.
The summations after the short session of rebuttal testimony had been swift. Vimal, summing up first, had made out a strong indictment against Gowtham personally. He contended that not only had the defense reasonably explained away all the accusations of the prosecution, but that Gowtham had been criminally remiss in his sworn duty. Gowtham, he thundered, had suppressed important evidence—the missing of the morphine bottle in the scene of the crime and how it later found its way towards Gowtham’s house. It was the function of the public prosecutor, he pointed out, not to persecute, not to hold back any facts, but to sift for the truth. They had not been explained by the prosecution counsel and certainly had not been connected to the defendant.
Finally, Vimal outlined the defense theory. Sravya, he said, had obviously been framed for the murder of her boyfriend. The powers of wealth, of social position, he cried, had picked a poor defenseless victim—the woman who had received nothing from Jason but his love. Someone was offering her up as a victim.
Starting from this, Vimal argued—in line with the fervent discussion he had had with Vijay the night before—it was child’s play to reconstruct the devilish frame-up. In support of his theory, he explained that if we eliminated that the morphine bottle was from Vrunda’s bag, it would be easy for anyone to have mixed it with anything that was consumed by Jason – even a glass of water.
“If this defendant, my sister,” he roared, “were the criminal, why did she use morphine? She would simply pick the weed poison or rat poison. But the real criminal had every reason to use the morphine if he/she were framing Sravya!”
“Furthermore, if Sravya were the criminal everything she did was almost unbelievably stupid. Would she leave an open trail to her own gift, would she leave impressions of her fingers in the medical kit, would she permit them to be found, would she make doubts in others’ mind by talking about the dog, would she make no attempt to fix an alibi for herself, would she handle the champagne bottle without the precaution of wearing gloves? Stupid, stupid! So stupid that its very stupidity cries out,” shouted Vimal, “her innocence. But a man/woman framing Sravya would have every reason to leave such a plain trail!”
It was an impassioned summation, and it left a visible impression on the judge. Vimal concluded more quietly on the note of reasonable doubt. If there was a single member in the court, he said, who could honestly and conscientiously declare now that there was no reasonable doubt of the defendant’s guilt . . . He flung up his hands and sat down.
But Gowtham had the last word. He derided the “obvious” defense theory of a frame-up . . .  “the whimper,” he said, “of every weak defense.” As for the defendant’s stupidity, he remarked with a significant and open glance at Vijay and Indhu, any practical criminologist knew that all criminals were stupid; it was only in books that criminals were master-minds. This defendant, he said, was not a habitual criminal; her motives had, as usual in the case of the vengeful woman, betrayed her into blind actions; she had left a trail without realizing that she had done so.
The prosecution had amply proved, he said vigorously, her movements on the day of the crime up to its actual commission. She had been packed the medical kit. She had been aware of the poison’s presence in the kit. She had been cooking the food that was eaten by Jason. She had been handled the Champagne before it was opened by Jason. This had placed the defendant, he went on, as the criminal circumstantially. And, he pointed out, if there was any doubt concerning the morphine bottle, it was completely and irrefutably dispelled by her fingerprints on the food plate, champagne bottle, glasses and the kit.
“Fingerprints,” he said ironically, “aren’t framed—except, perhaps, in those books I mentioned.” The judge grinned. “This defendant had her hands on that morphine bottle, I bet. The State, then, has led her to the corpse.”
That was sufficient connection, he went on, in a circumstantial case to remove all doubt. What was the answer of the defense to this all important question of motive? That they made out in their place the night before! But where was the proof of this transparent story? There was not a single witness to support her explanation. Even the video wasn’t clear enough . . . . And when was this video taken? After it was brought out that there was a bank account in France! Didn’t that show all the evidences of a hastily trumped-up story to explain away a damaging fact?
“I give you my word,” said the prosecutor earnestly, “that my heartfelt sympathy goes out to this poor young man who has so ably defended his sister in this trial. He has toiled long and tirelessly to make the best of a bad, bad case. We are all deeply sorry for him. But that should not sway you, my lord, in your judgment of this case. A judge determines facts and ignores its sympathies. You must not permit yourselves to be influenced in your verdict by emotions which would defeat the ends of justice.” Moreover, he added dryly, the defendant had been wholly unable to prove an alibi for the night of the crime.
His peroration was a masterpiece of shrewd persuasion. Then he sat down, quietly rubbing his neck with a handkerchief. Judge Bhaskaran nodded at them both and postponed the verdict after lunch.
Indhu held Vijay closer forgetting that it was court and not a park. The summons to the Court House sobered her like a cold shower. They left on the run.
Vimal, waiting for Sravya to be brought back into the courtroom from the adjoining jail, carefully looked around. Then he slumped back in his chair.
“All over but the shouting,” he sighed to Vijay. “Well . . . I see the Karthick bunch has skipped.”
“Remarkable eyesight,” said Vijay dryly; and just then Sravya was led in and they both became too busy for conversation. Sravya was barely able to drag her legs to the defense table. Indhu stroked her hand while a doctor administered restoratives, and Vijay talked to her so naturally and easily that her eyes became almost normal again and a faint color returned to her cheeks.
There were the inevitable delays after the lunch. Gowtham could not be found. Then someone managed to get hold of him and he was hustled into the courtroom. The cameramen became involved in an argument with Rajeev. Somebody was ejected from the room. The bailiffs shouted for order.
The judge filed in at last. From the instant he saw his face Vimal stiffened in his chair. His own face whitened. In a silence so profound that the ticking of the big clock on the front wall was clearly audible, the foreman of the judge arose and in an emotionless voice announced the verdict.
He had found Sravya guilty of murder in the second degree and was sentenced to fourteen years.
Gowtham raised his hand and highfived Vaishali. Sravya fainted. Vimal did not so much as move a finger; he seemed frozen to his chair.

To be continued. (Next one is the climax)
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Lavanyaa




Monday, 20 October 2014

You're Next, Buddy - Part 4!



YOU’RE NEXT, BUDDY
PRE-NOTE:
Kindly excuse correct the grammatical mistakes. Thanks in advance. :-)
PART 4:
Sylvia widened her eyes. “Who sent it? I mean, surely, Supriya did not…”
“Supriya didn’t send the book to Vasanth,” said Prashanth calmly.
“Who did then?”
“Can’t you guess?”
“Well, so far, I can suspect Ayesha. Clearly she was tired of her friend and so she decided to take a step that Supriya had no guts to.”
“Good. Maybe, maybe not. I don’t know.”
Something struck Sylvia and she brightened. “But who could possibly know for sure that Neil Gaiman is Vasanth’s favorite author?”
When Prashanth was silent, she spoke. “His brother,” she said. “What’s his name?”
“Prashanth,” said Prashanth who couldn’t hide the streak of smile in the corner of his mouth. “He is an attractive personality, you know?”
“This is the story of Vasanth, isn’t it?” she asked thoughtfully wondering whether she should enquire more about Prashanth and his dart gun. A doubt that this tale had something to do with the scary serial killer on town prickled her mind. But she didn’t dare to put in such a direct query yet – not when she didn’t even know the name of this guy ‘Vijay’.
“Ah of course. This is a love story of Vasanth and Supriya,” he assured her. That was when her cell phone rang again and she excused herself when she saw the name on the display. “I gotta go, Vijay. My friend is joining me today and I have to go pick her. See you soon.”
Thirty minutes later, Priya was unpacking her bags at Sylvia’s rented apartment. “Sylvia, is that true that The Arrow is living in this neighborhood? Or were you just screwing with me?”
Sylvia moved her rolling chair to her table, opened the draw and pulled out the warning letter from The Arrow. Priya examined it and looked at Sylvia seriously. “What do you think? Are you not scared?”
“No. I am waiting for you to begin the investigation,” said Sylvia casually.
Priya laughed shortly while hanging her favorite actor Shahrukh’s picture near her bed. “We’re not police. But still where do you think we’re gonna do any investigation?”
“Why? At Vasanth’s place, of course!”
“We don’t know anything about this brother character.”
“It doesn’t matter. Ranjani aunt told me that after both the boys left for work, she is left alone for 8 hours. That’s plenty of time for us,” said Sylvia, watching her friend eagerly. She could not actually see Priya’s face as she was busy arranging her books on her table.
“Well,” said Priya finally, turning around. “All right. But if we get any real information, we’re going straight to the police, okay?”
“That’s cool with me,” Sylvia nodded in agreement. “So today no work and all play, Ms. Priya Viswanathan.” She said with a huge smile without realizing that she was letting herself into a trap.
************
From the corner of his eye, Vijay caught movement. Bhargav was sprinting across the road toward him, racing the car, throwing himself at Vijay in a flying tackle. His extra momentum flung them out of danger even as the car swerved in a futile effort to nail them. Both Vijay and Bhargav tumbled through the underbrush as the car roared down the road. Vijay got up, blinking. Blocking their retreat was his own car, rear doors open.
“Get in, guys,” said Spadiha, looking around for the Nova. It was nowhere to be seen. On the other hand, Raghav’s car was coming back. “What the hell was that all about?” He asked, braking it so suddenly with a screech.
“No idea, Raghav, somebody just tried to hit Vijay,” said Spadiha who still hadn’t recovered completely from shock.
“I saw the Nova. No number plate. So I am not sure whether we can track it,” said Raghav. Half of his mind wanted to chase the car that hit his friend and half of his mind wanted to stay with his friend.
Vijay looked at Bhargav, “Thanks, Bhargy. But don’t ever do that again. What if you were killed mistakenly? What will I tell Indhu?”
What will I tell Indhu?” repeated Bhargav angrily. “That I watched you die? Come on, like Nolan says, you either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become a villain. I’d rather die than carrying your death news to my sister.”
“Enough,” said Spadiha. “I think The Arrow is getting impatient with all the security. That can’t be good.”
“Yeah, guys, let him kill me slowly. Why are you trying to make it quicker?” said Vijay, massaging his neck and gesturing Spadiha to step away from the driver seat. Raghav removed the key in the ignition quickly and said, “No, no, no, Vij. You’re coming with me.”
Vijay knew that his protests would be useless and so he climbed onto his car. Raghav speeded and Spadiha followed him. “This time, I’ll be more careful,” said Raghav.
“House arrest?” asked Vijay, making himself comfortable in the front seat.
“More or less,” said Raghav. “I don’t want this case solved. I want…”
“I get it,” said Vijay shortly.
“Really?”
“Yeah, you’re overreacting.”
“Shut up.”
Vijay chuckled. “Sorry. I promise that I will stay inside. But can I see those videos?”
Raghav regarded Vijay suspiciously but agreed that he would get what he wanted and would run some errands for him if necessary as long as he wouldn’t run into danger. Once they reached the commissioner’s place, his aunt welcomed all of them fondly and Vijay didn’t show any immediate interests to go after The Arrow. Still Raghav made sure that he was within his limits. Even when Raghav complained to Ravindran that it was his fault that Vijay’s life was at stake, he simply shrugged and began playing the piano.
Bhargav slipped into a seat next to him. “You decided to quit, Vij?” He asked slowly.
Vijay drummed the piano softly. “He has a weapon.”
Bhargav grinned. “Indhu?”
“Yep, he would run to her and it’s not good. I don’t want to antagonize her and I don’t want her to come back.”
Bhargav crossed his legs. “Now I have a way to blackmail you.”
“Like she will listen to you,” said Vijay lazily when Raghav came to him and dropped a pendrive on the piano. “Here you go, Vij. The videos. And don’t do anything foolish.”
“Certainly not,” said Vijay, smiling. He waited till Raghav got out of the house and then quickly switched on his laptop with Bhargav and Spadiha on either side. Spadiha couldn’t get past the first video fully as she watched James Alwin screaming in pain. “You know, guys, I am gonna pass.” She left the men alone.
Bhargav said, “We know that it’s not the Arrow’s place. It’s Alwin’s – so no need to watch out for the surrounding. Apart from that, what sort of clues were you expecting to find?”
“Nothing much. I just wanted to know whether this guy really has any purpose for torturing these people or he is just enjoying it as a sadist.”
“Well?”
“Listen, he is talking.”
“No, I can only hear the wailings of a victim,” said Bhargav, yawning pointedly. “It’s like watching a psycho movie after muting the psycho’s voice selectively.”
“Precisely the point,” said Vijay.
“Huh?” Bhargav looked at the laptop quizzically and then looked at Vijay with a puzzling expression.
“He is talking,” said Vijay again.
Bhargav rustled his hair out of frustration. “I can’t hear, can you?”
“No. But the point is that he is talking. Meaning that it is personal. I am trying to make out a conversation from what the victim is saying.”
“Well, so far the victim has said things like ‘what’s wrong with you?’, ‘what do you want?’, ‘don’t do it’, ‘oh my god’ and then eleven ‘please’. Good luck,” said Bhargav sarcastically.
“Yes, the victims are clueless just like me. They don’t understand why they’re getting killed.”
“Brilliant, Vij,” said Bhargav, his voice full of irony. Vijay swatted him playfully before loading the next video into his media player.
“The last video of Juhi Sinha’s death definitely throws some light,” said Vijay after some time.
“Yes, she shouts ‘you’re mad; you’re insane; you’re crazy’ every time he hit her. That definitely does make some sense.”
“She also shouts at one point ‘punishing people doesn’t bring anything back; let it go’. So there is something that connects all of us. And then ‘you didn’t deserve THAT; but we don’t deserve this either.’ And after that she tries to give us a clue.”
“Bad luck that he had muted that part.”
“We can lip read. We can’t see him but we can see her in full view.”
“Wow,” Bhargav sounded curious as he leaned forward and pressed the rewind button.
“Bhargy, pause it right there.”
“Yes?”
“It’s all mute but she is looking straight into the camera. I think she already figured out who is going to get the video – she is talking to them directly now.”
“You’re right.”
Vijay tried to mimic her. “I am sorry, Ayesha dear. Be strong; stay strong!”
“She is passing a message to her cousin.”
Vijay shushed him and continued, “Don’t think that it’s your fault. I’ll always be around you even when I am gone. I love you.” A final blow to her head at this point made her head drop to one side. Vijay closed his eyes.
“That’s cruel,” said Bhargav, shivering a little. Suddenly he remembered something and put the first video back on. “Vijay, in this, James Alwin is saying at one point, ‘It’s just an experiment.’ Did you notice?”
“Well, he is a doctor. He must’ve conducted… wait a minute! Also Badrinath said something like that he wasn’t involved. And Gokul…”
“Not clear but he said at one point that ‘it was a little help’. Gosh, what did you do, Vij? What experiments did you conduct?”
Vijay flushed, “Why would I… never mind. This guy must’ve mistaken me for someone else.”
“Absolutely. I’ll find what you did in another one hour.”
“You will?” Vijay looked amused.
“You bet!” said Bhargav, taking the laptop and walking to his room.
After an hour, he came back and asked Vijay, who was trying to compose a tune in the piano, “Vij, who is Priya Viswanathan?”
************
Vasanth’s handsome face broke into an attractive smile. “This says that you’re in love with me. Is it true?” He displayed the front page of his favorite book to Supriya. She considered telling the truth but she was simply watching him with parted lips. She couldn’t move her lips – he didn’t ask her whether the book was her gift or not. He was asking her whether she was in love with him. She could not decline and could not lie to him deliberately.
Vasanth laughed at her stunned reaction. “You’re really in a shock, aren’t you? I think either you’ve got some naughty friends or you’ve got some worse enemies. Stop it whoever it is.” He talked on and on, and she simply sat back and listened, more entranced by the source than the information. “You didn’t speak a single word to me today, Supriya,” he sighed, consulting his watch. “You have a class and I have a class too.”
It pained her that he was leaving. “To tell the truth,” she mumbled finally. “I don’t care. I really don’t. Will you please say something?”
He bit his lips, looking amused. “Say something to you? It’s your name on the book and so I’d expect that you should say something to me.”
“That’s it. More please. Yahweh, thou hast given me the peace that passeth understanding. I want to…”
He frowned, looking anxious. “Are you ill? Or…” He came little closer to her and she’d have hugged him if she had enough guts. “You’re drunk. Drunk!” He gave her an unbelievable look. “Drunk!” He punched his table and went out.
“I…” That was all she could say before she fainted.
***********
“What did you mix in my drink?” Supriya was on the verge of tears – she wanted to shout at her friends but her voice went down considerably.
“It was Ayesha’s fault,” said Sandhya, pointing at her. “She wanted me to mix it.”
“You did a great job, Sandy. I wish you were part of our gang,” said David, opening the red bull can carelessly.
“She is,” said Ayesha. “Don’t treat her like my maid, guys. I…”
“Enough,” said Jhansi. “I think you guys should apologize to Supriya for what you did.”
David jerked his head up and pouted. “Stop condescending, Jhansi. Riya, at least with all the power of alcohol, did you tell Vasanth that you love him or not?”
Supriya buried her head in her hands. “I didn’t. He was totally freaked out that I am drunk. He… He hates me.”
“No, he doesn’t,” said Jhansi. “Love is all about…”
David rose, raising his red bull arm up high. “Oh oh oh! You girls bore me a lot – I am gonna find Rocky.”
Sandhya hoped that somebody would change the topic as well as Supriya’s love life didn’t interest her a bit. She asked David hopefully, “What’s he up to? Why is he not here?”
“I don’t know. But if he is not flirting at this moment, I am gonna bite myself,” David grabbed his bag and put it on his shoulder before giving a big wave.
“Davy, can I come with you?”
“Ah, jump in, Sandy. You surely don’t want to hear the messed up story of Riya, do you?” They both left leaving the three girls behind on the university’s stairs outside the big library.
Ayseha gave a you-poor-thing look at Supriya and turned to Jhansi. “You’re not running away like them?”
“No, I just wonder if any of us didn’t send that book to Vasanth, who did?”
“I bet it’s Rocky…” Supriya suggested.
“I doubt it, Riya. He’s kinda all muddled that his new software is not coming good. Let me see that book. There must be a clue in it.”
“I can’t believe that he gave it back to me. You should’ve seen that look on his face. He hates me.” She pulled the book from her bag and handed it over to Jhansi.
“God, stop being a cry baby,” said Ayesha irritably.
Jhansi examined the present carefully. “Those wrappings – I’ve never seen such a royal thing anywhere. A silky velvet bound cover? Who does that these days? It’s kinda old-fashioned.”
Supriya’s eyes widened in fear. “But it’s creepy because I saw it in my dream.”
Ayesha shrugged. “But I’ve seen it only in another place – The Purple Penchant.”
“You mean that creative magazine?” inquired Jhansi.
“Yes, they actually conduct a competition every week and the winners get their prize wrapped around one of those velvet covers as far as I know. I’ve heard that it was imported all the way from Boston because the guy who owns it is from there.”
“That’s cool. How do you know all about that?”
“I know Vijay – the CEO of The Purple Penchant.”
“Ah, you really know lot of elite people, don’t you? So can you make an arrangement with him and so that we can ask about this book?”
“Sure,” agreed Ayesha. “What time will suit you?”
Jhansi rolled her eyes. “Are you really that close with a CEO that he will agree to meet us on our free time instead of his own?”
Ayesha looked offended. “Oh, you don’t believe me? Why don’t you two pack your bags and come with me right now?”
“What?” Supriya’s voice sounded half excited and half scared. “Could you… You could…”
“Yes. Why don’t we fix the appointment while we’re on the way?” Ayesha ran towards the parking lot and Jhansi and Supriya exchanged one look before running after her.
Like she promised, as soon as Jhansi hit the road, she scrolled through her phone and found the name ‘Vijay’. “Here we go.”
Supriya’s jaw dropped. “That’s a cell number. How on earth…”
“Yes, I have his personal number. Jealous, guys?”
After a few moments of chat, she smiled at them triumphantly. “We’re meeting him.”
“Oh my god!” Jhansi screamed from her driving seat.
“He is a detective too, right? Will he investigate this little mystery for me?” Supriya asked with an innocent grin.
“I’d be really glad if you won’t open your idiotic mouth when we will be with him. He hasn’t got time for a lovesick bird like you.”
Supriya looked hurt and went calm but only till their car entered the campus of The Purple Penchant office. “Wow!” She looked around and admired the beautiful campus before Ayesha nudged her and took her by her elbow. But unlike she expected, there weren’t any hardworking people who stare at their computer monitors. People sat in group laughing at their own jokes while they discussed the next week’s magazine. Around the corner, a girl was interviewing a popular artist with a cup of coffee in her hand and a guy was taking photographs casually.
“This place is amazing,” said Supriya, whistling. The most surprising of all was that there was no personal secretary that stopped them before meeting the CEO. Ayesha simply sauntered towards the door that had the name ‘Vijay’ without any designation written under it. After a knock, they were invited in. Supriya pinched herself before extending her hand to Vijay.
Vijay welcomed Ayesha with a hug. “So Ayesha, how do you do? How is your boyfriend?”
“No complaints – we’re doing well. I am not here to lodge a missing persons’ complaint.”
“No kidding,” laughed Vijay. “So what brought you here? If this is about Indhu…”
“How is she? I hope she is not giving you a hard time.”
“She never did.”
“Hard to believe that considering the fact that she is a person who is very hard to please and very easy to displease.”
“Oh please. You don’t even know her,” Vijay smiled a little. “Enough of my story. What can I do for you?”
“This cover,” she placed the book on top of the desk. “Isn’t it a special gift for your weekly winners?”
“It’s not just special but it’s also unique. You don’t get this anywhere in Chennai.”
“Cool. Meaning that this got out from your place. I’d like to know more about the ones who received it.”
Vijay did a quick inspection and then nodded to himself. “Interesting. It’s just last week – as you can see, it’s brand new and we didn’t wrap anything in green for a long time before last week.”
“Good, can we have the address of the winner?”
“Sure,” He pressed a few keys on his laptop before he turned it to show it to Ayesha. “There you go.”
Their next stop was the particular address that led them to an empty ground.
***********
“Priya Viswanathan?” Vijay repeated, looking thoughtful. “I don’t know.”
“She sent you a message saying that she wants to meet you immediately and I am surprised because I don’t know anyone by that name.”
“A message?” Vijay looked at his cell phone and his eyes narrowed. “What are you talking about, idiot? Get some sleep.”
“In Facebook.”
“I am not in any social networking site,” said Vijay with an apparent bewildered look on his face.
Bhargav grinned. “I just created one. See?”
Vijay snapped his forehead. “So when you said that you’ll find out about my past, you were planning to create a fake account?”
Bhargav made a face. “Not fake – I am not using your name to earn money or something.”
“You…”
“Let’s have this fight later. Look what I did. I have posted some old pictures to cheer up the memory of people. I even put a status like ‘Hey guys, remember all the evil things that we did in the past?’ from your account. And there were replies.”
“I don’t know whether to hit my head against the desk or the desk against my head.”
Bhargav pressed his lips hard not to smile. “There is one reply from a Carla Threlfall ‘Remember our prom night, VJ?’ Who is this Carla?”
“A school friend from Boston – she happened to be my dance partner in prom. Don’t give me that look, Bhargy. She is just a friend.”
“Wow, Vij. I wish I could see Indhu’s face now.”
“Now you had found out that it was useless, can you close that account that you created in my name?”
“Whatever it is, it’s hardly useless. There is another comment – ‘Carla, you’re right. You two were a couple of evil kids back then’. This was from a certain Tricia Hofnagel.”
Vijay tapped his forehead. “Interesting. Because she was the girl that I killed and buried in my garden after my prom night. How could she probably use FB from her grave? Oh no, maybe she had a stupid brother-in-law too.”
Bhargav laughed but persisted with his question still. “So you’re sure that you didn’t do anything wrong on this prom night?”
Vijay smiled broadly. “I was sixteen and I was in USA. This guy Paul in my gang wanted to kiss Tricia and so we helped him by switching off the lights. Now they two are happily married. Now that you know that’s the evilest thing that I’ve ever done was switching off the lights…”
Bhargav heaved a deep sigh. “It’s useless.”
“Right. Go get some sleep.”
“But who is this Priya Viswanathan?”
“I told you I don’t know,” said Vijay, sounding annoyed. “Hang on, she is… she is…”
Even Bhargav suddenly realized who she was from her profile photo. It was the girl who tried to warn Vijay in the airport.
Vijay looked a little surprised. “How could she have found me in Facebook when I wasn’t there before an hour?”
“She must have tried to find me. I gave her my mail id at the airport. And then she’d have realized…”
“Alright, message her back. Ask her where I should come.”
At the same time, somewhere in a dark room…
“He is asking where he should come.”
The Arrow turned around. “Well, how about his own house? Eventually that’s where…”
“He will get alert, if you know what I mean.”
“Oh yeah, he isn’t a fool. How about Phoenix mall?”
“How on earth are we going to kidnap him in a crowded mall?”
“We’re not. He will never reach Phoenix mall. I know when and where to strike.”

To be continued.
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