AVIKA'S ROOM:-

Avika was standing in the galary, helplessly watching her crimes voiding her inner self. She can't help now, but regret. She became an assassin for a reason but now things have started turning weird. Was it her sixth sense or destiny's warning don't know, but she was surmised that something was wrong or was about to happen. 

"No.. I can't give up so soon. I'm finding these things strange now. Like some kind of trick or lie? I.. I m sorry bhai. You would never have imagined that your- your princess would be involved in some crime." She wiped tears that were strolling down along with her confidence. 

She thought about the happenings again and a different determinism crawled her nerves. 

"But my instinct cannot be wrong this time. I'll soon bring everything to the fore!" and with this she threw herself on the bed and no soon was drifted into a restless yet healing sleep.

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"Yes Rajat! Got any information about the another car? In which he escaped?" Abhijeet asked breaking the piercing silence as it's well said 'Silence screams the loudest!' 

"Yes sir, the other car was found in the woods nearby. But it's completely burnt. No chance to even get the engine number." Rajat replied sadly when

"Sir!", someone entered the bureau with hurried steps.

"Yes? Freddy?" Abhijeet got confused with the shining face of the latter.

"Yes sir! A big thing came in front!" Freddy replied

"What?" Abhijeet and Rajat both asked instantly.

"Sir, we extracted complete horoscope of Mr. Himendra. We questioned every single staff person who was working in that police station, at that time."

"H'm atleast we got something. By the way was his record clear or- ", Abhijeet curiously asked

"Clear?", Freddy raised his eyebrows in disbelief, "He was totally corrupted sir. He killed 6 innocent people in his career! He would do anything for money Sir, anything!" Freddy said while forwarding the file that contained all information about Mr. Himendra's crimes.

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"Yes! Innocent and if you didn't give the correct answer, this knife will get through your heart immediately and will divide your heart in two pieces! Com'on answer me!" he warned the victim, who was already getting wet coz of blood and sweat.

"One.. two.. three... five... no.. no.. s.. seven! Yes, I am sure I killed seven!" The officer answered in a scared tone, after counting the innocent souls he snatched. Internally he pov, "Though, I remember just.. just 6.. but.. I.. I might be wrong and what count would he have kept." Mr. Himendra came out of his own hearing Daya's mocking 

"Tch tch tch!  What a fool! You don't even know how to count?" Daya said with a smirk on his face.

"I.. know.. how to... Ahhhhh!!", but before he could say anything, the knife pierced his skin and passed straight through his filthy heart while his painful begging disappeared to nothingness.

"Big! A big mistake you have did by designing this sound proof room. You- you have planned every crime here, Right?" Daya made the latter remind of the past but he was gone long to even respond. This silence response made Daya's blood boil. 

"Ayee.. You! How can you die so soon? How can you??", He wasn't looking in his senses. He jerked the dead body badly," I.. I haven't done anything till now and you're dead already?" 

"D? They'r coming." He heard V's warning from the bluetooth.

"But.. but how could he-"

"D! Just shut up and get down! They will be here soon!"

He unwillingly climbed down the room after punching the already pierced knife. He took some deep breaths to cool down his anger and ran to the black car where V was waiting for his return.

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"He died so easily that day. So much, so many pains I wanted to give him!", Daya glanced at the picture in his hand. This wasn't the criminal Daya, rather was a broken helpless youngster who wasn't in his senses and was crying on his fate; remembering his past.

"You.. you know Maa, that dickhead-", he stopped abruptly and held his ears, "Sorry Maa.. no bad words right? I.. won't repeat now. But.. but that man deserves the pains that I have gone through. He must know how.. how alone I was. How.. helpless.. I was!"

"I.. I am missing you Maa! Please.. for once.. please come back and take me with you. Ple..ase..!" He hugged the picture of his other and started to cry like a five years old child who could do anything to meet his mother but unlike, you can't find God to fight you loved ones back.

Suddenly his phone rang addressing someone overseas. He cleared his too heavy throat and wiped off his tears coz he knew, rejecting the call is something he can't do. Never!

"H.. hello!" he tried to act jolly but the caller seemed to be much acquainted with his fake moods.

"How are you 'Daya'?" the caller asked straight.

"I.. I am fine. How's your hospital going?" he tried to hide his tears which dared to come down, increasing the burning sensations like hell!

"You are drunk! Again! Right?" the caller wanted to scold him but as she heard him breaking up, she couldn't help but to hear his sobs.

"Why? Why does it all happened to me only? Why?? I.. I was so young.. mere child... then.. why didn't they kill me also? Why did they leave me to tolerate this pain? What wrong.. have I done to them.. what wrong?" And he started crying again. The caller felt tearing up herself, but stayed strong enough to console him. 

"Shh Daya! Don't cry! Did I send you India to cry, hmm?", Now she tried to scold him but fakely, "and who gave you permission to drink? You promised me that you won't loose your senses. You broke the promise?", She was hurt now, "and dare you talk to die. I am warning you or else I'll beat you up!"

Daya just downed his head and a small smile came on his wet lips. 

"Sorry Mom!" he apologized with tears still rolling down. 

"Daya! You okay na beta? I.. I am catching the very first flight to India. Okay? I can't see you broken like this. You know na baby?" She was worried for him. 

"No.. no Mom. I am fine. Your patients need you.. I am fine!" and with this his words fainted as he slept in the same half sitting posture. 

"Daya? H.. hello?.. hello!?" 

The phone dropped at the side and the call got ended. He was lying haphazardly sitting on the floor while his one hand was on the bed supporting him and the other was having the photograph still clutched near his chest. His face was showing a constant stream of tears not yet dried and restlessness was taking efforts to come over.

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"Yes Purvi? Any clue about the task I gave you?"

"Yes sir. I.. I got one phone number." Purvi was hesitating a bit and was confused also.

"Get every small information about that number. And if found suspicious, tap the phone. Whenever the number activates, we should get informed about it okay?" Abhijeet strictly ordered her and left the place after receiving and assuring nod from her.

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