The Sedulous Girl – Part II

On a Sunday afternoon in scorching heat Dev was hitting the ball fiercely to the fence as he played cricket with the boys in the Government Colony. His eyes constantly were searching for that face which had kept him awake all night. But there was no trace of her anywhere.

Another Day was over and he had been unable to reunite with the sole purpose of his life.
He felt the vacuum and without her he felt incomplete.
Disheartened at not finding her, he stood at the bus stop opposite the government colony.
A Bus stopped with a screeching sound. Heavens broke loose and he rubbed his eyes in astonishment when he saw her on the window seat of that bus lost in her own thoughts. Before he could react, the bus moved ahead .He ran as fast as he could parallel to the moving bus, gesturing to her, waving hands but she continued to be adrift in her dream world and suddenly the bus took a steep turn in the opposite direction making him lose his balance.

He fell flat on his face into a huge muddy puddle of water and coal tar on a road construction site which blackened his face completely. Overjoyed by seeing her, He sat in the puddle and recollected the images of his dream girl . She had looked gorgeous lost in her own world, the most attractive thing he recollected was her lips which wore a peculiar pink lipstick and her hanging ear rings which made her look more impeccably attractive .He started laughing like an insane man and with tremendous energy started splashing the puddle with his hands. Soon he recovered from his pleasant shock of seeing her and realized that people had been looking suspiciously at him. Extremely embarrassed he walked back to the Bus stop,

He rang the door bell of his Paying guest accommodation where he lived with his best friend Ajay.
Ajay failed to recognize him and banged the door on his face. Incidentally, ajay had just seen a horror movie where a black faced chudial knocks the door and then digs her claws into people’s stomachs. It was a popular low budget horror film ably titled ” Pyaase Nakhoon “( Thirsty Finger Nails) . Ajay looked again through the peep hole of the door and all he could see was a Man with a blackened face who looked agonizingly scary.
Petrified that the horror film was coming true at his doorstep, Ajay stuffed his ears with cotton and covered himself with a blanket and went off to sleep.
Poor Dev had to jump into the balcony of his flat through a neighbour’s window.
As soon as he got in, Ajay’s natural ability to stand straight was made impossible for a few days by a visibly upset dev who trashed him black and blue.

Venturing again near the government colony on a Saturday morning, he saw her dressed in a flowery print formal black shirt and trousers. This time he ran up to her and blocked her path.
She laughed and said “Why are you following me?” Before he could stammer n blabber a few words.
She said “you are very attractive, please go away. I cannot afford to be distracted” and looked at him seductively.
He muttered ” But ”
She made her eyes big, held him by his shoulder and walked closer to him, animatedly blinked her eyes and said ” Senior Prabhakar will never agree, Junior Prabhakar will break your bones and Paglu Prabhakar “. She paused and her big eyes grew wider and her lips pouted ” he might kill you in angst ” she said and knocked twice on his head ” Think before you follow me again, its risky” she whispered.

Puzzled and shocked dev froze in that moment with his mouth wide open
“Had she complimented on him being attractive ?”
“Was it a green signal or a red signal?”
“Why are women so complicated?” , Were some questions that ran in his head.

She was warning him about the consequences but her playfulness and humorous style of saying these things were extremely positive and inviting.

He was again shamelessly bending over to keep seeing her as she walked away. She turned around suddenly burst into laughter looking at a nervous dev and said ” Shreya Prabhakar 2nd floor, Block B” and winked at him.

He had understood that probably girls are like that, they never directly say what they want, they play a game of guesses, hits and misses. They play a game of gestures, understandings and misunderstandings.
He analyzed all night if she wanted to see him or not. Lost in echoes of her laughter he remembered how beautiful she had looked when she widened her eyes and then blinked them animatedly on purpose and the way she turned around suddenly and laughed at him, angrily he kicked a snoring Ajay who interrupted the mystic dreamy romance in his imaginations.
At 9.00 am on a sunday morning Shreya’s mom woke her up and said ” A boy has come, he says he is your friend ” Shreya rushed out from her room to see Dev sipping tea sitting with Senior Prabhakar, her dad.

Shreya walked up to them and Mr.Abhijeet Prabhakar asked in a stern voice “Who is he”.
“I met him when I was stuck in the floods” she immediately responded with low confidence flaring her nose as a smiling dev raised the cup of tea he was holding gesturing cheers to her.
“I saved his life” she said continuing the cute expression with the flared nose.
“So ” said Senior Prabhakar angrily
A moment of pin-drop silence followed and finding her short of answers ” I came to say Thank you ” retorted Dev in style
“Say “Said Senior Prabhakar continuing with his monosyllables.
Dev looked at his beautiful inspiration and said “Thank you”
She smiled at him and their gaze was stuck at each other for a while.
It may have been stuck till eternity had Senior prabhakar not intervened
Senior Prabhakar then growled with a sentence this time “Gulp down your tea and leave”
Dev looked surpised with the sudden extreme rudeness and he responded by gulping down the entire half cup of tea remaining in one shot.
Senior prabhakar continued “Do not be seen near the radius of this colony, it’s a warning, ”
A dreadfully broken-hearted dev walked down two floors like a warrior who had lost his battle and looked up at the balcony of her house,
A Smiling Shreya stood there staring at him and she blew at him a flying kiss.
Maybe it works that way, he thought .You test the person by the ability to take the maximum risks to be with you. Dev was the first one who had attempted to come and sit with Senior prabhakar and have tea. Things looked promising and he felt that she was impressed by his bravery.

On Monday morning he stood outside her office gate eating cherries with the gate keeper
Surprised to see him She Said “I am impressed, Now you are really behind me”
Going down on his knees, holding a rose he said ” I Love you”.
It stopped many bystanders, she stood silent for a few seconds and said cheerfully “I cannot help it, if you are hell-bent to spoil your happy life ” and took the rose smelled it and walked away merrily.
It led to a beautiful relationship and they were inseparable, they spoke to each other almost throughout the day. Dev picked her up in the morning and dropped her to her office, in the evenings he went all the way to drop her home even though he lived in a completely opposite direction. Their mornings started with each other’s thought smiling to glory and they spent sleepless nights struggling to distract themselves from each other’s memories.
On Sunday’s he would be seen only in the government colony. He made a new friend Paglu Prabhakar. He was Shreya’s autistic younger brother. Shreya and her mom lovingly called the members of their house as Senior Prabhakar, Junior Prabhakar and Paglu Prabhakar.
Paglu played carrom with small kids aged between 8 to 10 yrs old, His Physical age was 20 but his mental age was in sync with those children. Dev spent lots of time with Paglu, he taught him to play chess. Paglu played chess by his rules. The King, Queen, the knights, the bishops, the rooks and the pawns worked their way anywhere on the chess board as per his mood and usually Paglu played the maximum moves with his king.
For Dev It was the apt time to interrogate paglu and get to know more about shreya when he was lost in planning his next move very seriously. Dev even hooked him to some picture books, Paglu was devoloping positively under his wing. He started reading the news paper and he would discuss the current affairs with his newly found friend Dev.
Dev and Shreya had shed all inhibitions, they used to hold hands and even hug in public. They were passionately in love with each other.
Ajay was kicked out of the paying guest accommodation and sent to watch horror movies whenever they needed some privacy. Dev actually stood in queues to buy the tickets of a films like ” Saraktey Guttar Mein Khisakti Laash” ( A Sliding dead body in a Flowing Gutter) to forced ajay to be away for as long as he could.
On One Such Day, At Dev’s Residence as they looked into each other’s eyes passionately
Shreya asked “What was it that made you fall for me?”
Dev replied innocently “i really do not know, it just happened”
Shreya asked flirtatiously “What do you find the most attractive about me?”
A Tempted Dev found this coquette behavior irresistible. He replied nervously ” May be, Your Lips”
That was an intense moment, time froze. Shreya felt Goose bumps; even Dev felt butterflies in his stomach
Dev’s vigorous stare had magnetic appeal. Shreya was blushing red and anticipating dev to kiss her.
As they moved closer, their breaths grew heavier .They were totally in a different world lost in each other’s enthusiastic embrace and the door bell rang
Dev shouted “Can they not make longer horror movies?”

Shreya’s mother was the first one to become aware of the new obsession in her life. She even sent home-cooked food for these two bachelors sometimes, considering the fact that they were living away from their families and must be craving for home – made food. She liked dev, but feared senior prabhakar’s reaction every time shreya mentioned him.

Dev was a trainee in a company which provided solutions in Computer Software technology and Shreya was an intern preparing to become a Chartered Accountant.
At this stage, they had big dreams of building their respective careers and a blissful life around it.

Junior Prabhakar, (Jaideep Prabhakar ) was shreya’s elder brother. He had been expelled from school considering his violent nature.He wore a handkerchief around his neck, his shirt was always almost unbuttoned and had his mouth stuffed with Gutka.He was always picking up street fights and he had discovered his natural talent with pick-pocketing and robbery.
Dev had been struggling to strike a friendship with Junior prabhakar, He was hated by Junior Prabhakar and his goons, and in their presence if he entered the colony, it always ensued a fight and dev usually left trying to keep things peaceful.
Two years into the relationship On a sunny sunday afternoon Dev and shreya sat in a park, she was leaning on his shoulders and he held her tight. She got up with tears in her eyes and said in a extremely depressed tone ” it will not work out, Senior Prabhakar is retiring in a few days, This Government house will be gone, Junior Prabhakar is good for nothing and at the rate with which his gundaism is going, he may soon be behind bars, i need to take care of my father, mother and most importantly paglu . They cannot survive without me”
After listening patiently to her erratic and hurtful sentences Dev said patiently
“And where do i stand? ”
She said “You are in my soul, but i have responsibilities, they are my priority at the moment ”
Dev felt hurt and expressed some anger by grinding his teeth and looking at her in anger.
She continued “we need to be practical dev, life is not a bed of roses”
” i cannot continue this relationship at this moment ” Bye for now”, she said and left,
This time she did not turn back and he kept shamelessly rubbernecking in that direction for a few hours in stunned silence. She stopped answering his calls and every attempt to meet her was futile. She would just ignore him and walk away when he would stand blocking her way. Even the gate keeper at office was instructed not to entertain him even when he brought his favorite cherries. The teary eyed gate keeper ushered him away.
He looked like a vagabond, a fakir who had stopped living and who just merely existing .he had stopped eating, sleeping and even taking care of his appearance.

The Prabhakar’s were leaving the government colony and moving to another city.
A Terribly drunk dev came there and desperately attempted to stop shreya from going.
Furious at him, Junior Prabhakar and his goons who immediately started wielding hockey sticks at him, A Powerless Dev fell and just could not retaliate, An striking blow on his head and blood oozed out from his forehead, seeing this junior prabhakar and gang ran away.

An unconscious Dev was rushed to the hospital by shreya and her parents.
Dev was bed ridden with multiple fractures and a head injury and he gained consciousness after some time. As he woke up shreya sat there holding his hand and sobbed,and Ajay stood there waving his hand.

She said ” i told you, they are all insane” ,”Why don’t you move on ?”

Seeing her dev responded, ” There is a lot of love in letting go, but there is more love in holding on after letting go , i read this somewhere recently ”
Shreya laughed and said ” Even with your Leg in a Cast, you will not leave your filmy dialouges right ”
She came to the hospital everyday, till he was out of danger but then one day she was behaving strangely.She looked at him with an unending sad stare, kissed him on his cheek and left.
Dev looked at her expecting her to turn, but she did not .She wiped her tears and kept walking. He Understood that she was gone, and now she will not be coming to the hospital anymore.
Dev took Six months to fully recover and the most horrifying thing was that shreya had not come to see him after that day, her phone had been unreachable. It seemed that the prabhakars had left the city.
Upon getting discharged the first thing he did was visiting the government colony, He rang the doorbell and a middle aged housewife opened the door, She inquired if he was Dev and handed over a letter to him
It was wrapped in a beautiful golden envolope and it read

Hey Soul mate,
I feel totally incomplete
But i guess that is how i need to live forever. Senior Prabhakar had retired, we had to immediately leave the government house.They were not willing to extend even a single day.
The fact that you did not make a police complaint changed junior prabhakar drastically.Faced with guilt he started doing a respectable job in a travel agency here. Paglu also works as a office boy here in my office.I will live with the hope someday somewhere we will meet again”

The sedulous girl had picked her responsibilities above her desires. Dev decided to wait till eternity.
whenever monsoon arrived in mumbai, he was struck with those beautiful memories.He revisited the places where they used to meet and usually sat down with his eyes closed lost in her thoughts.
Until on 26th July 2013, coincidentally exactly 8 years after they had first met. He was stuck in a mall in mumbai on a stormy night and while walking down a stopped escalator. Thunderstorms erupted in his mind when he saw her.She looked like a fairy completely drenched in a red dress desperately trying to soak her clothes. She looked much more beautiful and alluring then she had ever looked, Her eyelashes were shining with the water droplets on them and as their eyes met, her glare had the same passion and love. She smiled at him and the infectious smile made him smile too, although he was very skeptical and scared to meet her. He had gone through hell every day in trying to forget her and move on with his life. She started climbing the stopped escalator with her eyes glued on him.
With a mischievous grin she asked “Have we met before?”i cannot recollect your name”
He said “What’s in a name ? “ “Ram , Shyam, Akbar or Anthony , Pick the one you like” and they laughed and hugged each other tight. Never to let go off this eternal love ever again.
Life rarely gives a second chance, and if it gives that emphasizes that their souls were always connected and they were always encompassed by each other.Even when they were not physically meeting each other, they were in each other’s thoughts and their Imaginarium of desires.
Paglu wiped his tears as walked out of the mall. His plan had worked. His sister who had ensured to give them all a fantastic life, had been living a soul less life. Paglu had played the major trick of making them bump into each other. They deserved to be together forever

The Sedulous Girl

Dev’s attire was very unusual today as he walked adjusting his Dhoti, He had worn a huge gold pendant shaped as OM in his neck which shone from his Saffron coloured embroidered kurta and he peculiarly wore a huge red tilak on his head.

He walked in and sat opposite to his girlfriend Jennifer in Pizza Hut, He looked like he had dressed for the Costume rehearsal of a play with Historical characters as he sported a beard and a thick mustache and constantly tweaked the ends.
Displeased with his garb she questioned in a rude tone “What are you trying to show? Why are you dressed this way today?”
Dev replied “I am making you feel exactly how you have made me feel throughout this relationship”

Dev had predetermined to end this relationship which was based on conversion of his faith. Although an atheist, he believed love was unconditional and the basis of a relationship should be trust and understanding and not converting to a particular sect of belief .He did not want to take up a religion just because he was being forced into it, he never thrust his beliefs onto others and expected others to respect his views.
“Do you remember what the priest said”, He paused for a few seconds and got no response from her
“That You need to accept the faith with belief, No one will forcefully convert you” he continued with stern look on his face.
“But you are blackmailing me into it”
Jennifer made a rude expression and looked away from his gaze.

He had madly been in love with Jennifer since he met her for the first time. At one point was ready to do anything to have her in his life. One day while standing outside a church with an ultimatum to choose between heartbreak and Christianity, he had chosen the latter and promised her that he would get converted.
Jennifer had always wanted to become a nun, but she had fallen head over heels in love with his charming young man. Her only condition since day one for taking the relationship ahead was Dev’s acceptance of god and her religion.

Dev had been an atheist right since he remembered; he had always questioned religious beliefs and rituals as he never found them logical. Dev had realized that he only comprised to be in a relationship with Jennifer. He was losing his self worth and his own persona in trying to be someone else to please jennifer. He was not being truthful to himself in this process.

He broke up with Jennifer and walked out of Pizza Hut, her repeated attempts at calling him back were futile. When she understood the seriousness of the situation, it was already too late. Dev had fallen out of love; there had been an incident in dev’s life three days ago where a determined unknown girl had taught him the meaning of Unconditional love and humanity.

As he hired a taxi, the flowing wind felt good. He felt freed from a stressful relationship and the fragrance in the air made him remember the mysterious and sedulous girl he met three days back , He missed her vivacious smile and exuberance of her youthful personality.

The Incident
26th July 2005

The Entire city of Mumbai was submerged in water, All that was visible till the eye could see was immersed in water. Torrential rains had stopped all activity and the entire population was stranded as there were no modes of transportation available and on this day, dev struggled to walk in waist-high water that was gushing past him with a tremendous ghastly flow. He was unsure if he would make it home. There could be a gutter or a dug out man-hole anywhere and he could drown to his death. After four hours of strained walking from his office in Powai ,he had finally entered Kalina and his house was just a stone’s throw away from this place. Just one left turn and a five minute walk would ensure his reaching home safely.

Water flushing everything away at extravagant speed made him skeptical, nevertheless he slowly moved ahead keeping one foot at a time, reassuring himself of landing on the road’s surface.
As he started to take the left turn, a meekly voice shrieked ” Do not go there, You will Die” .He stopped immediately, but in his urge to reach home which was just a few steps away he neglected the advice and tried keeping one foot ahead which had him almost lose his balance as there was nothing ahead but an endless gutter. In the nick of time he gathered himself and put his foot back on the land, He was terror struck of having come so close to death. He first collected the jittery pieces of his shattered Self and looked back at the girl who slowly uncovered her face realizing that he had survived.

An Indefinable beauty sat on a broken tree shaft; he was stunned by her alluring good looks. She was very mysteriously attractive and fascinating. He slowly moved near her and gleefully smiled at her.
She had a round face, big eyes, luscious lips and flowing long hair. Clad in a pinkish salwar suit , she looked straight out of a romantic novel he had read in his adolescence, she was what dream girls are made of. An Apsara(Fairy) straight out of heaven, he was bewildered , as he had never seen someone so prepossessing before.

“Thank you for saving my life” He said and attempted to climb the broken tree shaft and sit next to her. She said “Do not attempt to sit on this branch, Stand where you are, you can hold the tree for support “. Her tone was rude. She was trying to be protective maybe and maintaining distance with a stranger. He nodded in agreement and tried to look away. But unintentionally he ended up looking at her mesmerizing face again and again. She had a magnetic appeal.
She finally spoke “I was walking along with a group of youngsters, they all moved left and i decided to walk straight..I saw them all being blown away by the water’s electrifying force. i am not sure if they survived or …….”
She started sobbing and he consoled her, but she suddenly shrieked again at another middle aged man
“Do not turn left, you will die ” But the man continued to walk and without a minute to spare, dev plunged there like a super hero and pulled the man back and told him about the gutter ahead.
The Petrified man thanked both of them and walked in a different distance.

For Hours they stood there and stopped many people from turning in that direction and many warm-hearted mumbaikars started standing there and guiding people. A Group of compassionate men now stood covering the entire left side so that no one attempts to divulge there.

Tea and Biscuits had been arranged by the rescue volunteers.
The volunteers requested the gutsy girl to take special care of small school children who were stranded and made them all sit in a secluded grocery store where Dev and the benevolent girl served them tea and biscuits. Serving unknown people in distress is a fascinating experience. Dev felt more human than he had ever felt. He realized that those people were not being served on the basis of caste; creed or religion. This was sheer humanity on display at its best.
Dev stared at the delightful girl when she entertained the kids with her sense of humor. With her infectious laughter time seemed to have paused as he felt lost in her voice with no sense of time. As if everything he could hear was her chirpy voice.
To bring smiles on the faces of the gloomy kids she started a popular film songs game called Antakshari and that brought lots of positive smiles and High fives among the kids.
Dev fumbled every time it was his turn to start a new song with the word ending from the previous song and his failure to come up with songs made the kids laugh.
His heart and mind was not in place, she had stolen his peace, his intelligence and his sanity.
The thing that had stood out in her was Unconditional love, her selfless love for humanity and human life. She could have easily gone to her house and ensured that her life was secure, but she stayed back to save some unknown people and even made Dev experience this divinity as she continued playing with those stranded kids with zest and enthusiasm.
At a random point dev sang ” Ek Ladki Bheegi Bhaagi si” The Popular romantic song of Kishore kumar where he is teasing a drenched actress Madhubala.
He saw her blushing and abruptly stopped singing when she looked into his eyes. That Glare had passion, it meant many things and it did not mean anything. Sometimes silence speaks a thousand words and eyes reveal the truth. She had developed a liking for him at least Dev felt that way.

In the Night, after the rains had stopped and all the water had been drained out. Dev and his new found kindred spirit walked on the empty streets after dropping all the school children to their respective houses. The Silence was suffocating, Dev attempted to have a conversation by saying “I feel so good today” and she looked at him and smiled, her gaze was hypnotizing. He just wanted her to keep staring at him that way .Every time he turned his face to look at her, even she was looking at him. That gave him goose bumps.

She stopped at a small temple’s gate and asked him “Can you please pluck those flowers for me”
He climbed the tree with thrilling energy and plucked some reddish flowers for her.
She poured them all over the Shiv Ling and closed her eyes and prayed for some time. He stood there staring at her in amazement as she innocently blabbered some lines.
She opened her eyes and asked “Why did you not pray?”
He said “I Do Not Believe In God”
She said with a sigh “Everyone is seeking their own answers and in some way everyone is agnostic as they are unsure sometimes. But it is very important to respect each other’s beliefs”

After a few moments of silence again she broke the ice and spoke endlessly about her hobbies, favorite movie stars, favorite tv shows, her school life, college life, her best friends, her worst nightmares and even her dreams and aspirations. She went on and on and Dev was lost in her voice, he hardly interpreted the content of her talks. He was simply enthralled that she was speaking to him.
They had discussed about everything under the sun like long lost friends but he had still not asked her name and neither had he asked for her phone number.
In fact only she had done most of the talking and dev had thoroughly enjoyed her inanimate gestures and slightly demented talks. Dev felt their souls were connected. He was madly in love with her.

She finally stopped at the gate of a Government colony and said that she lived there.
Dev finally mustered some courage and stammered apprehensively “Can i know your Name ”
She said ” Sita , Gita , Tulsi or Parvati…Pick the one you like ” with a mischievous grin.
He smiled sheepishly understanding the fact that she was not interested in him.
He continued shamelessly rubbernecking at her as she entered the gate, she suddenly turned back and surprised him and said a ten digit number. He jumped in excitement and started racing back to his house repeating the number loudly and umpteen number of times, in his attempt to memorize her phone number.

He happened to cross that small temple that they had earlier encountered briefly .
Hopelessly in love, He picked one of those reddish flowers and sensing that she had touched it.
He touched the flowers imagining himself holding her hands and he stood there smelling that flower feeling intoxicated as he imagined smelling her fragrance.
He hoped to meet her again and start a new refreshing chapter in his life.
At this point he decided to break up with Jennifer when he meets her next,.
Unfortunately he had forgotten the number But he thought , if they were destined to meet, he would meet her again. Sita, Gita, Tulsi, Parvati or whatever her name was. He was unconditionally in love with this sedulous girl.
© Jitendra Kotai

To Be Continued ………………… Watch this space On June 30th For the rest of the story
The Sedulous Girl – Part II Coming up Next

The Assassin

The Honking of vehicles was deafening when investigating officer Samar Pratap got down from the Police Van.There was a wild and noisy chaos with a group of press reporters demanding his response and he rudely ushered them away. The Lavish grandeur of the seven star hotel in Mumbai impressed him as he walked looking at the ginormous chandelier towards Room No. 203.He closely looked at the tensed faces of the hotel staff and decided to question a bell boy who had been the first one to witness the dead body.

The Minister for Health, Shri Vasantbhai Salunkhe had been assassinated by firing a bullet in his head from point blank range.The forensics had not been able to get any fingerprints or evidence. The killer had gracefully cleaned the entire scene of crime before leaving.
It had been found that the minister had entered the hotel room with a girl in her twenties, and she may have been the one responsible for the homicide.

In the CCTV Footage she looked like a glamorous model but her face was hidden behind the stylish huge sunglasses she was wearing which covered most of her face and she also adorned a feminine pink hat to cover the remaining part of her face.

Samar Pratap and his team ventured in all directions and tried to solve this mystery but they failed to uncover the dark secret.There was a rumor in the police fraternity that since the Health minister had decided to ban the consumption of Gutka in his state, the Gutka Barons had ordered his killing and given supari (Assassination Contract) to terminate him. Gutka Kings were petrified of losing their 1.3 billion dollar business in the state.
The New Health Minister’s decision to revoke the plan of banning gutka in the state, justified all rumors.But nothing led to this mysterious woman who had disappeared without a trace.

Three months later The Chief Minister, Yogendra Samarth gave a free hand to his ferocious officer Samar Pratap to solve this high profile case.
Samar started scrutinizing the major Gutka lords and their alliances and even made a few arrests based on his suspicion.Two months of rigorous search operations through his wide network of stooges led him to a henchman named Aslam. Aslam had been offered the supari before but he had declined it considering the magnitude of the consequences,After futile attempts to torture Aslam, Samar Pratap decided to frame him for the murder.

On Hearing that he would be trapped in this, he finally disclosed the name of Zoya. The girl who had entered the hotel room with the Health Minister.A wild frenzy followed where Samar Pratap frantically searched for history sheeters bearing this name.Sadly this too yielded no results.Samar Pratap’s instinct sensed a threat on the life of the Chief Minister and he had requested Yogendraji to keep him acquainted with his plans.

At 7.00 am on a Sunday , Samar Pratap’s phone beeped ” i am going to Aashiyana with my newly adopted child ” This Text message from Yogendraji flashed on the screen of Samar Pratap’s phone and he panicked as Yogendraji usually went inside Ashiyana without his guards.

The Chief minister was known for his charities towards destitute children, he ran an orphanage named Ashiyana where he rehabilitated minor children rescued from prostitution rackets and human trafficking rackets in the city.He gave the kids education, housing and care in his Ashiyana, and treated them as his own adopted family .Usually on weekends Samar Pratap would also accompany his idol YogendraJi to Ashiyana and spend time with the kids.Samar Pratap would entertain kids with his stories about heroic escapades with notorious criminals and he narrated them with lot of enthusiasm and flair.

Yogendraji entered Ashiyana with his newly adopted daughter Riya .
She had joined his office as an assistant two months back and since then had grown very close to him.
He had grown very fond of this Orphan girl who took care of all his medications, scolded him when he forget to have his meals while working.she was inadvertently fulfilling his dream of having a daughter he had always wanted.He brought only those people whom he very closely connected to here.He introduced her to all the children living in Ashiyana, told her their traits, the kind of mischief each one commits and they both laughed at the kids naughty prank stories. The kids immediately prepared an impromptu dance performance to entertain their new guest and lots of fun and frolic ensued.
The Entire aura of ashiyana was full of happiness and positivism. Yogendraji had nurtured this place and grown it into a indomitable enclave.

As they entered the Yogendraji’s personal room in the Ashiyana, he sat on the swing and tried to meditate for sometime. “The smell of these Chandan Agarbattis is mesmerizing, Riya please open the windows, let the sunlight make this room more vibrant” He said closing his eyes.

She opened the windows and a distinctive sound of chirping of birds echoed in the room.
Yogendra Ji expressed ” we are so close to nature here, we hardly hear the birds chirping in the city”

She then took a few steps back gazing steadily at yogendraji lost in his thoughts with his eyes closed and unleashed the hidden weapon from her back-pocket and pointed at Yogendraji’s Head.

She was a cold blooded murderer who had successfully executed many top ranking officials and businessman before.She had been the best in this business and her price had sky rocketed to the highest level and now she killed only A- Listers.
It could have been another smooth conquest for her but YogendraJi opened his eyes. Zoya, (that is what her real name was), readjusted her gun and pointed it at the head of the target with an impassive expression.
Yogendraji was undisturbed by this and his face portrayed no fear.As if he had seen this coming.
He said ” Kill me , Only if you think you can take care of these destitute kids” ” They are my life”
The Expression on Zoya’s face changed to desolate. She could not stop tears from flowing from her eyes
The Assassin is not supposed to have a heart, she did not , and she had never thought that she could have a soft spot for a target.

She was born on the streets of this gruesome city and she had seen many atrocities since childhood.
Unaware of who her parents were, she had lived with a dispassionate beggar-man who only carried her to generate sympathy and earn more alms.
After his death she had begged on those streets for a living and committed petty thefts from time to time .Things took a further ugly turn when she stepped into her teens. She committed her first murder in self-defense killing a drunkard who had followed her and tried to molest her when she was only thirteen years old.

All her past memories spattered across her teary eyes and her hands shivered which made her lose track of her target. YogendraJi was giving a cheerful life to those deprived kids. In each one of those she had seen her own childhood and she cried imagining her pleasant life as his daughter, which was a distant dream. All men that she had ever came across in her life were treacherous and had leered at her in unpleasant ways .She had never come across a fatherly figure like YogendraJi

YogendraJi Spoke again ” Don’t worry . i will never tell anyone that you were the Assassin. i still consider you my daughter and i promise to ameliorate you, just tell me the names of the conspirators ”

Zoya pointed the gun again at Yogendraji crying inconsolably. There was a protocol, The Assassination contract had been given, the money had been paid and now the Assassin had to kill.she could not nullify the supari. It was too late to step back and be emotional.

In the meanwhile Samar Pratap Reached Ashiyana and started banging on the room’s door.
Finding no answer he decided to break open the door

A Loud Gun shot was heard and time froze.There was pin drop silence and a brave officer like samar pratap shouted ” No ” with tears in his eyes , stuck with the grief of losing his mentor and broke the door with great intensity .

To his Surprise, Zoya lied in a pool of her own blood and Yogendraji was still sitting on the swing with tears in his eyes. The protocol had been followed.The assassin had killed herself because she had been unable to kill the target.

Yogendraji felt extremely sad as he had failed in saving one child from the gloomy underbelly of this city.

© Jitendra Kotai