Friday, 26th April, 2013'. 6:30 am.
He took one more sip from his coffee, before letting his gaze measure the loneliness of the valley. The rude red hills were happily married to the evergreen beautiful pines. Cold breeze was blowing. He was not drinking the beauty of nature though. His mind was full with that news which had shaken every human being horribly.
In the Red hill town of South Australia, someone was murdering young married women continuously. At first they were going missing, then after someday their dead bodies were found in any isolated place. No hard wound marks on their body but their face, brutally damaged. Their secret organs were torn apart cruelly. No other wound in their body.
He came to Australia to investigate the same case. Few days beck, a daughter of a powerful political leader of India died in Red hill. She was married to a NRI doctor of Red Hill. But after his arrival one more murder happened in just four days interval. This time a proper Australian inhabitant. A girl of age 25, very beautiful. The Australian cops were clueless.
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... 8:10 am.
He loves her so much. She always dreamt of a happy family and she got. The family she got before five months. She was an orthopedic doctor in a local government hospital of town, where he came after fracturing his right leg. Gradually they became friends and then husband and wife. He gave her every happiness. She was the happiest woman of the earth.
Today he was not in a mood to go for work. It was raining outside. Rain comes in Red hill alone. No rainy season was there. He was a little bit extra romantic today. He kissed her gently in the breakfast table. He tasted the apple piece in her mouth. The drops of rains were pounding in the wide glass windows. He lifted her from the chair and went in the drawing room. She had hided herself safely in his chest. He adored her every curves with his gentle wet kisses. Gradually they lost themselves into each other. It was still raining outside, being their companion in that rhythmic act.
After that sheer pleasure the room was filled with a mesmerizing light. The light was coming from the south veranda. They went there hand in hand. She grabbed the railings and he held her from behind.
He kissed her palms and said, "Let's go for an outing today."
She said, "No, don't hamper your work".
"Please, I am feeling like to roam in the valleys today with you." He insisted.
"Then go to Ms. Keller's house. Her house is in corner of the town and we will have a long drive. And most importantly your work will not hamper too."
"Okay, then call your hospital and took a leave" he whispered behind her ears, kissing her earlobes.
Ms. Keller was a client of him. He was an insurance agent. He had a small agency. They went to Ms. Keller's house few months back, she was a very jolly and friendly person. She insured her car in his company. Now he wants to insure her castle like mansion. The lady was about age forty or more, lives alone. Her past life is a mystery; nobody could discover the mystery.
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11:30 am.
The way towards Ms. Keller's house was very attractive. The road was filled with unclear fog, Pine forest, Dangerous turns. Colours and nature played intimately in the narrow ways. The white fogs were contrasting with green forests; black roads were emerging in red hills. Her purple scarf was blowing with the breeze.
"The area is just like Ms. Keller, mysterious" he said, while driving.
"Yes" she answered softly smiling a little. Her smile was his weakness. He captured her lips and planted soft kiss.
She scolded, "What are you doing?"
He let out a groan and again started kissing her more passionately.
"The car can skid to the valley Viren? And still the road is wet and full of water" she screamed.
"Then our love will protect us" he smiled.
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3:14 pm
One another attempt. Yes, this time they failed to commit the crime. He was running towards the spot with his new assistant, an Australian cop, Martin. They reached the spot. A petite figure was lying beneath a pine tree. Her face was covered with her purple coloured scarf. He pulled the chiffon apart and looked at her. No, no wounds r scars were there in her face.
"Thank God" escaped from his mouth. Martin smiled in relief.
"But a medical checkup is necessary, NOW" he demanded.
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4:30 pm.
"We all know her very well, she is a jewel. Very humble and full of life. We all went to her house last at her reception party. Near about five or six months ago. We must inform Viren" said the doctor.
"Who Viren?" asked he.
"Her husband. Manvi loves him very much" said the doctor.
"Manvi? Her name?" Martin asked politely.
"Yes, Manvi Viren Vadera" The doctor smiled.
"Viren Vadera?" he asked restless.
"Yes" she answered.
"Call him as soon as possible" he said lost.
"You Virat Vadera right? Your surnames matches" Martin shrugged him.
"Is she alright now?" he asked the doctor, avoiding Martin's question.
"Nothing has happened Mr. Virat. She is fine. May be due to some sudden shock she got unconscious. You guys can ask her, she is now conscious." The doctor assured them.
"Okay Doc, thanks" Martin was about to enter the cabin when Doctor told, "Don't stress her much, she is pregnant"
They entered the cabin. There she was looking into the window beside the bed. Weather was dull then.
"Mrs. Viren Vadera?" Virat called out.
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