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Meet the Princess

September 26, 2014

Her Paintbrush Has Done It Again...

Team Name: Maximus Dramaticus

Read the previous part of the story here : In Pursuit of Happiness

Jennifer’s mind was still tied up with Cy’s blog so she refused to Roohi’s play proposal and requested her to either sleep or do something creative with her drawing room.

Disappointed Roohi moved to the balcony attached with living room to indulge herself in some solitary activities as Jenny continued to discover Cyrus through his blog. 

Aryan was waiting for Tara and Cyrus at the art gallery of India Habitat Centre. Dressed in black kurta and faded blue jeans, he really looked one of those fancy art-lovers. His long silky hair adorned his lean physique and made most of the girls in the gallery to stare at him repeatedly. He welcomed Tara and Cy as they reached there. 

The duo narrated the entire story in detail, Aryan listened carefully. As they finished, he queried, “Are you sure you have told me everything?”

“Absolutely” Said Tara, staring at Cyrus for confirmation. Cyrus, for a moment thought to himself that whether to talk about the sketch from Roohi’s paint book or not and then nodded in agreement.

“Hmmm…See my dear…there are multiple threads entangled together and that excites me to investigate more about this mess”. When a super cop like Aryan called this case a “mess” he totally meant it. Tara was disheartened for a moment because she thought being an undercover cop, Aryan would have a solution.

“How can you help…um I am can you help?” asked confused Tara to whom things seemed getting denser and wait for a brighter future longer.

“Relax… If you are worried about Cyrus’s Monday mysteries then don’t bother…the rhymer’s poetic brain has been slaughtered…” Tara looked at Aryan in astonishment as he uttered those words.

“What…How can you say this?” Asked confused Cyrus…and Aryan raised his left eyebrow, throwing weird glace at Tara and Cy.  His firm looks clearly conveyed that he didn’t like what Cyrus just said. 

“He just is shocked because past few days and especially Monday nights have been really dreadful for him… I am sure you understand Aryan and you can trust Cy, he is like a family” Tara tried her best to handle the situation as she was quite good at it. 

After exhaling a deep sigh, Aryan continued to talk as Cyrus stood frozen, trying to figure out what exactly the man in black Kurta going to reveal. “Percival, your Professor Borah…” Aryan looked at Cyrus tracing the expected bewilderment in his eye and continued, “…I have spent days with him…to assist him in his doings.”

Before Cyrus could figure out anything, Aryan spoke, “Not as a law student of course…But as a drug curator and I must admit his rhyming annoyed me to the core…”

“But…how…I mean…I can’t understand what are you talking about” Cyrus couldn’t stop himself as Tara tried to calm him down.

“Percival was a skilled criminal and art lover too… You know how dangerous this combination is… A criminal yet artistic mind! He mastered the art of changing identity. He did it flawlessly; with no errors…He had contributed to almost every crime that takes place in the dead of night. He supplied drugs, was involved in human trafficking and Delhi’s serial murder mystery too. I was this close to get the evidences of him being involved into those serial murders…but before I could do that, someone else added his name into the list of the dead too…” Aryan sounded little frustrated. 

“What? Does that mean he wasn’t behind those brutal serial murders?” Queried Tara…
“I am one hundred per cent sure he was the mastermind behind it…But now, someone else has taken on the lead…Percival was killed the same way he planned all those murders, which means someone who was deeply involved in this plan is willing to take over the world of crime…” Aryan concluded.

Cyrus couldn’t stop himself from showing them the drawing she found in Roohi’s drawing book. Before Tara could understand and react about it, Aryan spoke “I made it for Roohi…But why did you specifically tear this from her painting book?” 

“When? What?” Tara was confused.

“I visited your house the day before Shekhar and Roohi came to Delhi…Just to grab a quick coffee with Shekhar and he was busy on some urgent call, so I decided to play with Roohi. Then she requested to me make a drawing…she instructed and I made it…”

“What is going on” Tara almost cried in confusion, “Roohi didn’t tell you this out of her imagination, Shekhar told me that someone came to our house, to give her the toy Dog with a razor hanging in its neck…”


“How could you just ignore such important clue being a cop?” Tara was upset.
“I just thought it was a kid thing and you know that I often draw silly imaginations of Roohi on paper for her.” Aryan explained.

All the incidences that had been troubling Tara and her acquaintances for last few days flashed in her mind again and what she could pick out were four words her paintbrush is a razor. A wave of terror dreaded her. “We need to check Roohi’s painting book…now” she cried.

They reached back to Cyrus’s place. Roohi was asleep. Tara flipped the pages of Roohi’s drawing book without wasting time as Jennifer, Aryan and Cyrus stood alert, hoping to see some fruitful clue. 

There were random drawings in the book, nothing helpful until she reached the last page, where four men and a woman laid dead amidst of blood coated dogs.  Who drew this? She thought. Hassled and troubled she woke up Roohi angrily. Unaware of what was happening around; the little kid rubbed her eyes and tried to hug her mother. 

“Why did you make this? When did you make this?” Tara shook little Roohi’s body with full force, which was enough to make this kid cry.

“Calm down, she is just a kid, how can she make such complex drawing” Aryan tried to console her as his phone rang.

Aryan picked up and on the other side, a lady spoke in husky voice, “Dutta’s finished.”

Read the next post to this story here: Listen to your mind but follow your heart

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  1. Percival is dead...and Dutta might be in huge troubles...waiting for the climax. Awesome post! :)

  2. The mystery has reached a crescendo and the only way out is to clear the mist and push ahead with a new intrigue that seems freshly gruesome.

    Arvind Passey

  3. Great post. Now waiting for last segment


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