Aryan saw a green board painted with white letters that read 'Pune-Bengaluru Highway'. Naina changed the gears and pressed the accelerator.

Naina was searching for a motel. She found a decent looking motel. It was nearly lunch time and it was filled with people. Naina spotted an empty parking space and parked the car. Naina took the burkhas and stuffed it into her purse.

"Aryan, go and order something for yourself and make sure you order something for me and get it in a parcel. I will eat it in the car."

"What will you do till that time?"

"I will dispose off these burkhas here. Make sure you eat fast."

Aryan nodded and both of them got down from the car. Naina made her way to ladies washroom. It was just a small room with broken window glasses. It was stinking like rotten eggs. She covered her nose with a handkerchief.

She waited in that line, impatiently; her stomach was growling much to her embarrassment when few women turned their heads towards her. For next fifteen minutes, her mind had fought a battle about her mistake, her carelessness and her confrontation with Hitesh.

Hitesh had disagreed to her plan stating that he will go according to law. He continued to fight the case after Sugandha's death. To his bad luck, the judge appointed was a corrupt one. He would pass the judgment in favour of those who had given him bribe. Whole Kala Ghoda Session Court in South Mumbai knew about this but Hitesh trusted Indian Judiciary. But when the judgment was against his favour, he stopped going to Court and stopped taking cases.

Everyday, he would read the suicide letter that Sugandha had written before her death. It was depressing for her to see him battling with his sister's death. She moved away from him, physically, staying in flat near her workplace. Financially, she would send some amount of money to manage his monthly expenses.

Her turn came, she went inside and latched the bolt. She peeped through a small window. There was a compost pit dug near the washroom.

The compost is almost filled. If I throw it into this, maybe police can be kept away from us till all legal documents are prepared. Yuck! No wonder this place stinks like hell. Who digs a compost pit near washroom?

She threw it into the compost pit. She flushed water and ran from there towards the motel. Maybe it was dug to help us in our mission.

She spotted Aryan and waved to him, frantically. He saw her and shouted, "Noo- I mean Naina, here's the food. Come let's go."

Naina smacked her forehead. This is why I don't share any plans with him. He is always searching for ways to ruin the plan. But this time you ruined the plan, Naina.

Naina smiled, pressing her lips into a thin line. Aryan knew that he shouldn't have screamed so loudly. Aryan sighed and rose up. He paid the bill and walked with Naina towards the parking space.

Naina took the seat next to driver's seat and started munching the food Aryan had got. Taking a cue, Aryan took driver's seat and ignited the fuel. Naina said, "Just a kilometre from here, there is a toll plaza. We can take a U-turn and go to Mumbai."

Aryan started driving. He took a U-turn near toll plaza. He was driving with slow speed, thinking deeply as his mind replayed the day when Sameera died.

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Kala Ghoda Session Court: I read that there is a court at Kala Ghoda area in South Mumbai so I named it as 'Kala Ghoda Session Court'. If any of the readers have idea about the actual idea about the name, do let me know.

A big warning to all the readers:
There is no such road in Pune where you take a right and you get Mumbai Pune Expressway and a right for Pune Bengaluru Highway. This is purely fictional.