"Shabhana.........." I heard someone call I turned back to spot Ravi Sir standing near the door. I stood up and saluted him.

"Sir" 

Ravi Varma he was my senior officer.

"Tafsses kaise chal rahi hai? Kuch patha chala? (How is the investigation going? Did you find anything?)"

"Sir, mujeh toh yeh suicide case lagthi hai, mujeh lagtha hai ki voh ladki depression mein thi aur behat lonely bhi (Sir, I think this is a suicide case I think that girl was in depression and also was really lonely)"

"Tell me about your findings" Sir said taking a seat in front of me.

"Her name is Ananya Guptha, 21 years old she was a third year degree student, didn't have many friends, Poore din bas apne kamare mein beti rehthi thi (She used to sit inside her room whole day)"

"Tum sure ho ki ladki depression mein thi? (Are you sure she was in depression?)"

"Yes sir, but she was really trying hard to get over it, uske mobile mein ek app tha Mood cafe , iss app peh log stragers ko apne problems ke bare mein batathe hai, plus she had also goggled how to cry, voh sad thi par roh nehi paa rehi thi this is a sign of serious depression (in her mobile there was this app called mood cafe in this app people talk to strangers about their problems she had also goggled how to cry, she was sad but she couldn't cry this is the sign of serious depression)"

"Tumeh patha hai uski depression ki vajah kya hai (Do you know the reason for her depression?)"

"Puch tach jaari hai sir (Questioning is going on Sir)"

"Teek hai jab kuch patha chalega toh mujeh bathana(Ok when you find out something tell me ok)"

"Yes Sir"

***

"Nisha Chaudhry...........Right?"
I asked looking at the girl in front of me.

"Ji (yes)"

"Mujeh aapki do cute pic mile Ananya ki funeral se (I got two cute pictures of you from Ananya's funeral)"
I said and showed her the pictures.

"Iss do pictures mein aap door door tak naaraz nehi lag rahi hai (In both these pictures you don't look even a bit sad)"

"Toh? (So?)"

"Ajeeb nehi lagtha kya, aapki bachpan ki dost maar jathi hai aur aap muskura rahi hai (Isn't it strange your childhood friend dies and you are smiling)"

"Ab bohot salon baat school ki doston se milungi toh muskurayengi na (Now if I meet my School friends after a long time won't I smile)"

"Hmmm.........toh aap aur Ananya ka kuch kaaz dosti nehi thi? (So you and Ananya were not such great friends?)"

"Not at all"

"Par uski diary toh kuch aur hi keh rehi hai (But her diary says something else)"

"Diary?"

"Aur ajeeb baat patha hai kya hai, iss diary ka naam Nisha hai, isme baar baar Ananya ne tumeh kho dene ka afsoos sahir kiya hai aur kaha hai ki use aaj thak nehi patha ki tum use chodkar kyu chali gayi? (And you know what is the strange thing this diary is named Nisha in the diary she over and over mentions her regret in loosing you and she also states that till this very day she doesn't know why you left her)"

"Haa voh bachpan mein thodi dosti thi hamari phir naye dost ban gaye (Yes we had some friendship during childhood and then I made new friends)"

"But that's not how your classmates remember it, unke muthabik (According to them) Ananya was badly bullied and you told her parents to complain about after Ananya declined to do so herself and when the whole class opposed, scolded and abandoned her for complaining on a classmate you stood by her side all that while making everyone else in the class your enemies too"

I saw Nisha getting worried.

"Abb yeh patha karna hai ki aise kya ho gaye ki voh best friend jo har waqt Ananya ka paas kada rahtha tha voh usko ek slut saabit karne peh majboor ho gayi thi (Now I have to find out what happend that forced such a best friend who never used to leave Ananya's side was forced to prove that she was a slut)"

Nisha banged on the table.

"Mathlab kya hai aapka maine aisa kuch nehi kiya (What do you mean, I didn't do anything like that)"

"Abb yeh mat kehna ki yeh tumhare voice nehi hai (Now don't say that this is not your voice)"

I said playing an audio on my phone.
Phone conversation between Ananya and Nisha.

Ananya: Hello! Nisha?

Nisha: Haa yeh kaun (Yes who is this?)

Ananya: Are Nisha mein Ananya school se (Nisha I am Ananya from school)

Nisha: Are Ananya ethni saal baat kaisi hai tu (Oh Ananya after a long time, how are you?)

Ananya: Are mein to teek hu thu kaisi hai (Oh, I am Ok, how are you?)

Nisha: Me toh bohot kush hu (I am really happy)

Ananya: Voh aaj bass theri yaad aaa gayi toh call kiya (I just remembered you today so I called)

(A few conversations later)

Ananya: Tumeh Amit yaad hai? (You remember Amit?)

Nisha: Ha Amit ha yaad hai (Yes Amit yes, I remember)

Ananya: Meri baat hue thi uss se, tume use koi letter diya tha kya? Meri naam ka(I talked to him did you give him some letter? With my name)

Nisha: Kya? Mein kyu doongi use letter? (Why? Why will I give him a letter?)

I switched off the audio.

"Yeh voh phone call hai jo Ananya ne tumeh pichli saal kiya tha, agar voh tumhare saat catch up karni cahthi thi toh usne uss din ki baat tumeh call kyu nehi kiya (This is that phone call which Ananya made to you if she just wanted to catch up won't she call you again?)"

"Ok fine..........I gave up ok" Nisha said.

"Ok toh chal apni kahani shuru kar (Ok now begin your story)"

"Ananya meri best friend thi school ki time pe, jaise aapne kaha tha har baar mene hi use support kiya tha par..............( Ananya was my best friend during school, and as you said every time I supported her but..........)"

"Par kya? (But what?)"

"Amit..........Amit se mein bhot pyaar karthi thi par mein kabhi usko bol nehi payi (Amit..........I used to love Amit a lot but I could never tell him)"

"Aur? (And?)"

"Aur ek din mujeh aise laga ki Ananya bhi Amit mein interested thi (And one day I felt that even Ananya was interested in Amit) meri poore hatt gayi thi mathlab dimag bilkul kaam nehi kar raha tha mein gusse mein thi aur Ananya se badla leni cahthi thi (I became crazy my head was not working, I was angry and wanted to take revenge on Ananya)

"Aur tumne Ananya ko Amit ke samne neeche dikane ke liye use ek slutty love letter lik kar diya aur kaha Ananya ne lika tha uske liye, phir poori school mein yeh baat faila diya ki Ananya ek Slut hai (And you to defame Ananya in front of Amit wrote him a slutty love letter and gave it to him saying that it was given by Ananya and spread the word that Ananya was a slut)"

"Mein gusse mein thi aur uss waqt meri umaar ki kyat hi? (I was angry, and I was still young)"

"Tumne toh uss se dosti tod li par uss rumor ki Ananya par kya asar hua patha hai tumeh, uss rumour ko sun ne ki baat tumhari class ki ek ladka Ananya ko sexually assault karne laga (You broke your friendship with her but do you know what was the effect of that rumor on Ananya, after hearing that rumor a guy from your class started sexually assaulting Ananya)"

"Kya.......(What.......)"
She gasped and started crying.

"Hume abhi tak uss ladke ka naam nehi patha chala par mein use doond nikalkar rahoongi par jaane anjaane mein inn sab ka simedaar tum hi ho (We didn't find the name of the guy yet but I will definitely find him and, knowingly or unknowingly you are responsible for all this)"

"I....I.....a... am.....sorry"
She continued crying.

"Tum abb jaa sakthi ho (You can go now)"

She just stood up and left without saying a word.

***
Next day

"Unn logon me se jo funeral ke liye nehi aya ek yahi hai jisne reason specify nehi kiya isko jald se jald doond nikalo (Out of all the people who didn't attend the funeral he is the only one who didn't specify the reason find him as soon as possible)"

I gave orders to my subordinates. My assistant came running inside my cabin and was gasping for breath and he finally managed to say.

"Nisha is dead..........."