Her goal was to prove her brother's innocence.
His motive was to bring his best friend's truth to the front of the world.
And then.... everything was supposed to be fine right? A happily ever after. After all the struggles they went through, they we...
"What the hell are you guys doing? Are tum logo ko maarne ke liye kaha tha. Wo Naina Singh bhi usi ke sath thi. Nalayako isse accha mauka dobara nahi milta. Par tum logo ne kya kiya? Ek kaam thik se nahi kar sake tum log."
RING.... RING... RING....
"Apne phone ko switch off kar warna tera switch off karu?"
"Sorry Boss. Ghar se lagatar phone aa raha hai."
"Utha phone." The boss now looked menacingly at the man.
"Nahi Boss. Sorry. Ab nahi hoga."
"Bola na tujhe, utha phone."
The man attended the call with trembling fingers.
"Ravi... Ravi humara kartik ab tak ghar nahi aaya. School mein phone kiya to unhone bola ki use tumhara koi dost school se le gaya hai. Kartik tumhare sath hai na?"
The man paled with fear and immediately said, "Kya bakwas kar rahi ho Arti. Main office se use lene kyun jaunga?"
"Ravi... mazak mat karo please... mera bachcha kaha hai?"
"Main sach keh raha hu Arti. Maine yaha se kisi ko nahi bheja Kartik ko lene. Believe me. School walo ko galatfehmi hui hai."
"Achha??? Agar aisa hai to mera beta ghar kyun nahi aya huh? Dekho Ravi, tum kayi dino tak ghar nahi aate ho. Aaj kal mujhe kuchh nahi batate ho... thik hai... maine sab sehen kar liya... tumse kabhi palat kar sawal nahi kiye. Par mera beta kaha hai? Please mujhe mera beta bas lauta do... mujhe nahi pata tumhara kaun sa dost gaya tha... par mujhe mera bachcha ghar mein chahiye. Bhaad mein gayi tumhari naukari.... mere bete ko dhundh kar lao...." And the lady kept sobbing for her 7-year old boy.
As if on a queue, the mobiles of all the men in rooms went off at the same time.
The context was same in all the calls. Someone's old parents, someone's brother or sister, someone's child or someone's spouse. Now, there was panic in the entire room.
"Chup raho sab. Kaise darpoko ki tarah cheekh rahe ho?"
"Boss, boss, meri beti 2 mahine ki hai. Use or biwi ko koi ghar se utha kar le gaya hai."
"Boss, meri behen 15-saal ki hai. Coaching se lauti hi nahi. Pata nahi, kaun ladke use utha kar le gaye hein...."
"Boss, meri maa... 75 saal ki hai... pata nahi lauti hi nahi ghar... unhe to sugar bhi hai... pata nahi kaha hai.... kis haal mein hain?"
"Rona band karo nikammo." Their boss yelled but even his forehead was covered in sweat.
"Ye sab ittefaq nahi hai. Ye sab un army walo ka kaam hai."
"Hum ne us Naina aur uske Bhai par attack kiya hai isliye ye sab ho raha hai. Warna jab un 5 officers ko fasaya tha, tabhi ye sab hona chahiye tha. Par ye sab attack ke baad ho raha hai."
"Ye army to bahut usoolon par chalte hein... fir nihatthe civilians ko kaise nishana bana liya? Nahi... ye kaam ye army wale nahi kar sakte hein. Par fir, ek hi time par... ek sath itne sath pariwaro ko nishana banana kisi akele ke bas ki baat nahi..." The boss didn't speak but even he was in deep thoughts.
"Ye Naina Singh ke dosto ke link to honge... par itne strong nahi... ye kisi bade khiladi ka kaam hai.. par kaun?" Just when he was busy in thinking, the computer screens in the room went blank.... but when they came back on..... there was only one message written in the glitching screen....
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