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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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September 16, 2014

Lets Play, Hide and Seek the ''Riddle''

Team Name: Maximus Dramaticus

Read the previous part of the story here : Dreary Disappearances

“Where is Roohi, where is Jennifer? What the hell is happening here?” Tara screamed as they reached in front of the ice cream shop. Shekhar tried to console her as Cyrus looked around for Jenny.
“She must be here…she was really panicked when she called up, I just hope she is alright” Cyrus thought to himself, while dialling Jenny’s number. The phone rang but no one responded… Tara’s screams had invited a considerable crowd outside the ice cream parlour and that hindered Cy from hearing the sound of phone ringing properly.

Just to confirm that Jenny’s number was dialled well, he walked away from the chaos, towards the footpath. As he stepped forward, things were audible more than he expected. He not only heard the ring in his phone but also ringtone of Jenny’s phone, which laid waif near the footpath.

Arrows of suspicion and heartache struck him together…He stood frozen for a moment until the wave of worry & concern for Jenny melted him. He rushed to the chaos point, where Tara had almost lost her senses because of continuous crying.

Meanwhile, Shekhar had somehow managed to disperse the crowd with the help of few gentlemen around and made Tara sit down on the toy chair outside the icecream parlour.

Tara held hands of her husband and repeated the same question again and again, “That bitch took away my child, why did you and Roohi come to Delhi? She was safe there...”

Shekhar held her hands tight as she again repeated, “Why did you bring her here, she was safe there…”
“No, she wasn’t safe there Tara…She was not!” Tara was stunned to hear that.

“I brought her here because something weird happened in our house back in Mumbai…”

‘’What? What happened and why didn’t you tell me” Tara wiped her tears actively, the inherent journalist in her was back, which was taken over by motherhood for few minutes.

“Somebody sent a dog at our house, with a razor hanging in its neck…”

“What?” Before she could come out of this shock and fear, Cyrus came back, gasping heavily, “Jenny’s missing too…I found her phone by the footpath…”

“What?” Shekhar and Tara responded in shock.

Shekhar was in action now; he landed his left palm in back pocket of his beige chinos to bring out his phone. Sensing his gesture, Tara queried “Are you calling the police?”

But her question was ignored as Shekhar started searching all his pockets hastily. It was clearly written on his worried face that his phone was missing.

“Where, where is my phone? Did I give it to you? He was wiping his face again and again with his palms, while searching for the phone here and there…”

“Somebody in the crowd must have stolen it…let it be, let’s go to the nearest police sta…” before Tara could complete her sentence, Shekhar rushed to her and said, “dial my number…it must be here only…see if it is still switched on.”

“What is wrong with you…it is just a bloody phone you can buy another one, if lost…We are here because our daughter is lost…” Tara almost roared.

“I need it to call the police honey…calm down” Shekhar tried to act normal, “Let’s go to the police station”
“I have called the police already” said Cyrus, who was away from the entire phone lost episode, as he was busy making some calls in pursuit of his beloved Jenny and Roohi of course.

Shekhar inquired Cy about which police station had he called and what all did he mention to the policemen…Cyrus explained that he had just told that two girls were missing from Chuna Mandi area and the police patrolling vehicle must be there anytime soon.

“What? You called up the police?” Shekhar was angry.

“But what’s wrong with that?” Queried cyrus.

“Stop being over smart…How you can call the police to file my daughter’s missing report without taking my consent” Shekhar was angry now…

“But my friend is missing too…”

“I don’t care about your friend…we all are in trouble because of you today” Cyrus didn’t like the way Shekhar blamed him directly, in a public place.

“Guys, we should act as a team…two innocent girls are under threat…Shekhar, our daughter Roohi… think of her, it’s not the time to fight…Please act sanely…both of you” she massaged her husband’s shoulder and looked at Cyrus caringly, when the most familiar voice came from right behind her, “Momma…”

She turned back in astonishment… yes it was Roohi…Standing right behind her. She rushed to hug her, landed, million kisses on her face….without breathing for a nano second. While Cyrus and Shekhar stood astonished, trying to figure out what exactly just happened.

“Where have you been? You made mamma cry…”

“I wanted to play hide and seek with Jenny aunty so I went in the backside of the shop to hide…but she didn’t come to look for me…where is she?”

Roohi’s hide and seek prank had saved her, for the good of her family, but Jenny was missing. The tension wasn’t over yet. Finding of her phone by the footpath had clearly hinted that she had been taken…
Roohi was back…but the mystery wasn’t over yet… Jenny was still missing and Shekhar’s mobile too...

This wonderful Sketch by- Arvind Passey
Visit his blog-www.passey.info

Read the next post to this story here: Few Clouds Cleared

Me and my team are participating in ‘Game Of Blogs’ atBlogAdda.com.

#CelebrateBlogging with us.

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