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CH 8
The phone buzzed, jerking the owner out of her somnolence. She picked up the phone and then searched for a quiet place to answer it.
“Yes, you found out? OK, Understood it all. No, I don’t have any idea about that…”
The connection broke. Virat, standing in the shadows, could figure out just one thing: his wife wanted this call to be secret. He had seen Sai rush to a secluded place with the still ringing phone in her hand. He had sedately followed her to the terrace.
He quickly stepped behind the door as she started back to their room. Who the hell had she called and what had the caller found out? He would find out in time.
Sai was lost in thoughts as she walked back, failing to notice her husband by the door. This was bigger than her imagination.
What all had her contact told her? About a handsome smart senior called Sadashiv, or Sada, who was a youth icon in Gadchiroli. He had the body and the looks to kill any beauty pageant. Not surprisingly, he had been the sort after model and trainer, with a hefty per hour charge. Then there was Rhea, the rich girl of the society. No dearth of anything material, save for a slight intellectual deficiency which was compensated elsewhere. She was obese and trying hard to reduce her girth. Her family had hired Sadashiv with a fitness goal.
Everything was going hunky dory till one fine day when Rhea’s father had discovered her in a rather compromising position with the trainer. He had protested his innocence, justifying it that his profession required close physical contact, but the old man wouldn’t have any of it. And he had banished Sada from the house, threatening him with dire consequence if seen anywhere in Gadchiroli. So that was it.
Sada…what sort of trouble have you gotten into…Sai mumbled to herself. Virat, walking just behind her caught the first word. Sada! Now what? Before he could ask his wife, her phone buzzed again and she rushed back to her cubby hole to receive the call. Virat followed her, at a safe distance, straining to hear one side of the conversation.
“Ok…you got the address? Please whatspp me!” He waited eagerly till a ping on her mobile indicated the receipt of the message. Sai smiled at the message before disconnecting. Got you!
Virat crawled back into the shadows as his wife walked past him, determination writ large on her face. What was she upto?
“Ayee…! I am going to the hospital, there is an emergency. Please don’t wait for me for dinner, I will have something at the cafeteria..” Grabbing her bag, she ran down the stairs before Ashwini could even react.
“Bappa…kay honar hiche…(iska kya hoga)” Shaking her head in exasperation, Ashwini went on with her kitchen chores. Bhawani kaku, who just missed a collision with the GC express, scowled her signature expression of disgust.
“Khandoba…kay jagbudi aali ki kay? (Qayamat aa gayi kya)”
Nothing mattered anymore. Sai rushed outside and hailed the first vehicle in sight. It was a three wheeler. She climbed in after some brisk instructions for the driver.
The details of the departing vehicle was all that could be noted down by the man who came out running after her. A few minutes later, he was logging into the vehicle registration database.
A few hours later, he was talking to the driver of the vehicle, an old man of about 60.
“Yes, this is the woman. I just dropped her at a place that she showed me on google maps, ACP Sa’ab. I even offered to wait there, it was quite a sleazy place. A shanty settlement. It looked odd…a young woman from your house going to such an area. But she just walked off, leaving me a hefty tip!” The old man was obviously not too happy with the whole event. Women were supposed to be at home after sunset.
Virat lapsed deep in thought after dismissing the auto driver. Where had she gone? Was it the emergency as being proclaimed by her?
A few hours earlier, the subject matter of discussion had knocked on the door, after confirming the google location. It had opened to reveal a young man whose eyes widened on surprise. Or was it fear?
“Sai!”
“Hi Sada..you just left my house without any refreshments. So here I am. Wont you invite me in?”
Sadashiv finally found his voice.
“Sure, Sure…please come in..”
Sai looked around. A small room, more like a garage. Just barely enough for a single man. One far corner was barricaded to provide for a makeshift kitchen. He looked around to find something for her to sit. Nothing. Sai smiled her understanding of his situation.
“Its OK, Sada.. I am quite comfortable!”
Shiva had a nagging sense of disquiet. Why was she here? And how the hell did she find out this place?
“Listen Ma’am…I don’t want to be involved in all this, OK? My professional reputation is at stake. Or rather, my entire life..”
Sai was quick to reassure him.
“Ok Ok…cool down. I am here to help you out of this mess. Provided you want to..!”
“Of course, Ma’am…anything you say..”
It was a very jubilant Sai who left the room an hour later.
A little while later, she was walking into her bedroom. Virat was fast asleep. She quickly changed into her nightwear and crawled into the bed. Sensing her, he turned to her side and hugged her close.
“Emergency over?”
She took a while to answer. Then it struck her. She was supposed to have been at the hospital.
“Hmmm. Over!” Planting a quick peck on her husband’s cheek, she cuddled next to him and slept off.
Virat gently pulled himself out of her arms and reached for her phone.
And there it was. The missing pieces of the jigsaw. She had called Ajinkya the previous night. The call had lasted a little above 3minutes. No idea of what was communicated then. Then he had replied sometime back with an ultra short call, of a minute or so. He had also whatsapped her a google location. It was the same place pointed out by the auto driver. Committing it to his memory, he delved in the phone further. Just before that was another call which she had received, from an unknown number. He frowned at that. Her call history indicated that she had called this number many times in the past. And received calls from it, so obviously she knew the person. Making a mental note to investigate the number, he replaced the phone exactly as it was and laid back.
His wife may be a police officer’s daughter, but he was an ACP.
She had uncovered something, possibly related to Mr Shivakumar. Moreover, she had lied about an emergency call from the hospital. He knew her inside out by now. She wouldn’t have done that as a routine matter.
Mentally deciding on the action for the next day, he switched off the bed side lights. Enough for a day.
Another amazing update ❤️, now this is turning interesting!! Sai doing her detective job perfectly 🔥 & here for a change there's Virat who actually acts like a police man 😌. SaiKet r friendship goals ❤️❤️. Eager to know how the story progresses & how pappilekha will get beizzatified more!!
Tiny sairat scene in the part is 🤧♥️.
Tnx for d tag ❤️
