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“Sir there is a police officer at
our door asking for you.”
“What is his name?” inquired
Shravan.
“Sire, it’s Inspector Abhimanyu
Singh”
“Send him in.” replied Shravan, he went for his laptop; he knew this day would come and he is prepared.
They both sat across each other. Shravan
feeling dejected and tired, eyes red and deep due to lack of sleep.
“How may I help you officer?”
“Your ex-wife has been found dead
a week ago, I guess you are aware of the fact?” Abhimanyu made it clear he was
here for business. Shravan rubbed his nose, shifted in his seat. It was the
first time he was feeling nervous since the day he killed them both.
“Yes, I read the news.” Shravan
replied in a shaky voice.
“I have one more news for you!
You are now a suspect in the murder” Shravan realised he has something onto
him.
“Bring drinks for us, this
conversation is going to be long.” Shravan said to the servant.
“Thanks for the offer but I am on
duty and I cannot drink” denied Abhimanyu.
“It’s late already and a patriot
like you is always on duty, a drink will do no harm.” Shravan showed that he is
prepared for the game.
The servant bought the best malts
and spirits from the bar “What would you like to have sire?”
Both of them made their choices,
the drinks were set. Shravan was wise enough to realise that an outspoken and
honest guy like Abhimanyu cannot be dodged easily.
“If hypothetically we say that I
have killed them, how will you prove it?” Shravan punched himself hard in his
mind, he has almost lost the battle even before it started!
“I will tell you something Mr.
Shravan, I come from humblest of origins, my father was a clerk in a bank.
Every day after returning home he started cursing his life, envying the
luxuries his boss lived in. Why he didn’t work for it that’s another story. But
his boss wore the same type of white shirt everyday bought from his favourite
designer. When I asked my father the reason behind it he said to me in a heavy
drunk voice ‘Son success traps you. It makes your life a pattern. People buy
things from money but you cannot buy time.’ and that was the only thing he ever
said against wealth.” Abhimanyu made his move; Shravan recalled the missing
nature of his tie.
“That’s fascinating he sounds
like a wise man, but even he wasn’t able to able to control his wife.” Shravan
spiced it up.
“I am sorry Mr. Shravan but I am
not here to talk about my personal life.”
“I hear your wife works at Jethlani Legal Associates, and the last time I checked she was wearing a gold bracelet. It
raises questions.”
“What are you implying Mr.
Shravan.”
“Nothing I am just saying if you didn’t
buy that bracelet for her than who did, and if you bought that bracelet for her
than how?”
Abhimanyu just left the room more
confused than angry. He was here to investigate a murder arising out of adultery
but seems like he has to now first confront his own wife.
“Sire should I assume this is the
time?” asked the servant.
“YES! And be quick, we have a
small window.”
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Before Abhimanyu could come out
of the shock and collect himself, Shravan fled the country with his servant to Portugal
to never return.
