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Game of Blogs – Chapter 14: Two players, one game

By: Keyur Seta

This post is a part of BlogAdda’s ‘Game of Blogs’ story writing contest. For the previous part, click HERE.

The seashore in front of the Haji Ali dargah had a disappointing look of emptiness due to the low tide. A passionate writer that he was, Shekhar started linking the waterless seashore with his life without his beloved Roohi, as his car passed through the vicinity to reach Mr. Gupta’s place in Walkeshwar. It soon struck him that since every low tide is followed by a high tide; will the same be reciprocated in his life too?… He had no answer to this question; at least as of now.

Before reaching Walkeshwar, Shekhar’s car had passed through Mahalaxmi and Babulnath temples that fall in the way. Needless to say, he sincerely prayed, while driving, at both the places for Roohi’s safety, just like he had done at Haji Ali. Threat of a terrible tragedy instantly transforms you into a believer in spirituality or some higher power.

Haji Ali (Picture Source: http://flickrhivemind.net/Tags/ali,haji/Recent)

Haji Ali (Picture Source: http://flickrhivemind.net/Tags/ali,haji/Recent)

As Shekhar hesitatingly entered the main gate of Gupta’s bungalow, he realized that the place has retained the same royal touch, including the name plate with the words ‘Shanti Niwas’ inscribed on them. The richness of the place was enough to make him recall Gupta’s many insulting words. But thanks to the gravity of the situation, the past incidents didn’t have much effect on him this time, so much so that he was just about to break his vow, which he had taken years back, of never entering this place ever again. Naturally, the safety of his daughter was many times more important than his vow or ego issues with Gupta.

When Gupta’s servant opened the door, he didn’t recognize Shekhar for obvious reasons. But he led Shekhar to the drawing room after the latter cleared the air about his relation with Gupta. As soon as Shekhar entered the drawing room, Gupta and Tara were taken aback to see him here. They didn’t say a word and neither did Shekhar. Tara was looking at Shekhar with questioning eyes but Gupta ignored him after some initial eye contact. As Shekhar had the vital information about the kidnapper, his awkwardness vanished soon and his mind returned to the important job at hand.

Coming straight to the point, he told Tara, “I have found some vital clue about Roohi’s kidnapping.” Shekhar’s words added to the intensity of the situation. The situation now forced Gupta to look at Shekhar and pay full attention to him.

“What clue?” Tara asked with a serious, expressionless face.

“Wait a minute,” he said and started removing his laptop from his bag. After few moments as the machine got into action, he went into the images folder. All this while, Tara and Gupta were battling their growing anxieties. The tinkling sounds of the chimes due to the sudden winds added extra tension to the situation.

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Picture Source: http://myskycastles.blogspot.in/

Finally, the time to end the suspense arrived as Shekhar turned the laptop towards Tara and Gupta and said, “Look at the person at the top-right corner.” Tara and Gupta tilted their heads forward to gape at the man in the background in the picture and were speechless. This was followed by an explanation by Shekhar as to how he came to know out about the kidnapper from the photographs clicked by Jennifer.

The daughter and father were stunned by the turn of events. But the effect of the revelation was tremendous on Gupta and it clearly showed. In fact, he tried hard to hide it but struggled. This ensured an eerie silence in the room for almost half a minute against the sound of the chimes. Confused, Shekhar was about to speak but he was stopped by Gupta’s ringtone, ‘Govind Bolo Hari Gopal Bolo’. Despite it being a religious song, it astonished the three of them.

Gupta answered the call as soon as he saw Krishna’s name on the screen. The ringtone and the name on screen was an interesting combination but Gupta was in no mood to notice it. Pretending not being able to hear the other person, he moved into the corridor leading to the bedrooms. Krishna narrated how someone else had also kidnapped Roohi and how he was still able to get hold of her somehow. Gupta was hugely relieved. After finally breathing properly, he asked, “Is she alright?” As he got the answer in the affirmative, he hung up and asked Krishna to wait for further instructions.

But his relief soon turned into rage thinking about the other man who had kidnapped Roohi first. Standing at the same place, he thought, how can anyone dare kidnap his darling granddaughter? ‘I will make sure that the person pays for this’, he said to himself.

Who else had kidnapped Roohi?

To find out what happens next, click HERE.

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Game of Blogs – Chapter 10: Clue to missing Roohi found?

By: Keyur Seta

For the previous part of the story click HERE.

His whole body shaking in disbelief, Cyrus frantically searched through and yelled, “Roohi, Roohi .. Where are you?”

Roohi was nowhere to be seen or heard.  Cyrus stared at the back door incredulously!

His state of disbelief was shaken by his mobile phone ringing… the “Badtameez Dil” ringtone belying the anti-climax, as it were. With some amount of hesitation, he answered the call. “How is she? Is she safe?” someone’s voice demanded on the phone.

“Yes, she is fine and safe,” Cyrus said while trying to sound confident despite the fact that he had lost Roohi.

“Are things under control?” the person on the other line asked firmly.

“Yes, they are,” Cyrus displayed his fake confidence again. Satisfied with Cyrus’ answer, the person on the other line hung up.

Staring blankly at his phone, Cyrus started recalling the turn of incidents that had sucked him into this crime. Earlier that year, as he was preparing for his final year law exam, he came in contact with one person. Then something happened and he was forced to be that person’s partner-in-crime. And because of that he was standing at this place just now.

After coming out of the flashback mode, Cyrus wondered whether he regretted being a part of such a dangerous game. He tried assuring himself that he didn’t regret; it was just the tension of the moment.

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slr-cameraJennifer and Shekhar appeared to have struck a humane chord after their comforting chat. As Shekhar was satisfied that Jennifer is somewhat out of shock, he started asking her few questions with the hope of finding some clue about his missing daughter, although there was a tone of hesitancy in his voice. However, Jennifer was answering his questions without much difficulty; the air-conditioning of the hospital also calming her nerves. But unfortunately for both of them, they weren’t getting into any fruitful conclusion. Hence, there was silence for some time.

In order to break the awkwardness of the situation and also to see if it helps Shekhar, Jennifer took out her camera, from the shelf besides her bed, to show the pictures of Roohi she had clicked at the café. Shekhar saw the pictures and his heart sank. His pain of separating from Roohi increased few more folds. He took the camera from Jennifer to have a good look at his beloved daughter. He zoomed in on a picture while trying hard to suppress his tears. Few moments after he zoomed on one picture, he saw something that startled him.

He could see a tall, fair and determined looking man at the top right corner of the picture. What startled him was the manner in which he was staring at Roohi. The man appeared to have disguised intentions. At the same time, it appeared as if he was showing signs of frustration. Shekhar flipped through the last two pictures after that one and in each picture the man appeared in the same body language and facial expressions. He thought, why is he constantly looking at my little daughter in this manner?

Did Shekhar just find a clue to his missing daughter?

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Game of Blogs – Chapter 6: What happened to Roohi?

By: Keyur Seta

For the previous part of the story, click HERE.

Shekhar and Tara, both after a long, long time, were holding each other’s hand. For the sake of their daughter, Roohi.

But where was Roohi? What her luck had in store for her?

Roohi was standing at a completely unknown place. It was a wide barren land. The bright sunlight was making it difficult for her to open her eyes to the fullest. She could see a large group of people standing at a distance, staring at her. Was she out of city? Worse, was she in a different country? Why were they staring? Confused and frightened, she tried going close to them to ask what the whole mystery is. But as she went few steps ahead, she got the shock of her life! People went few steps behind; all of them and that too without moving their feet.

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Picture Source: ioffer.com

She went few more steps further and the same thing repeated. She kept walking ahead and people kept moving further away from her; now at an even rapid pace. But what was happening now? They were now moving away from her at a crazy speed and were eventually out of sight! Out of fright and shock, Roohi was about to scream but everything went black in front of her eyes. Suddenly some light entered her eyes. The rays were getting brighter along with her endeavor to open her eyes wider and wider. It was the late noon sunlight. She was hugely relieved to know that it was a dream; a very bad dream. The word nightmare hadn’t yet arrived in her vocabulary.

However, her relief was soon transformed into shock. As she was pretty much awake now, she recalled the terrifying incident of a stranger forcefully taking her away on his bike. She half sat on the bed, which wasn’t comfortable for her, and realized she was in an unknown house. Where was she? Who owns the place? She looked around the room. The walls appeared as if they weren’t painted for a couple of decades. The ceiling had cracks. Apart from the bed, there was only a dirty writing table and an equally dirty chair. She could see a blue colored can on the table. She wasn’t mature enough to know it was Fosters beer. There was also a college bag lying at the other side of the table. Did the place belong to that biker? It has to be. But where was he?

Relax Roohi,” a voice sounded from behind the bed. Although the words were caring, there was a hint of ruthlessness in them. Obviously, the words startled Roohi no ends and, as a reflex action, she jerked behind to see the same biker sitting on a chair in a relaxed position. She hadn’t seen his face earlier due to the helmet but from his clothes and a silver chain with a pendant of a bullet, she could make out it was him. His expression was as contradictory as his words. There was a smile but at the same time, he appeared dangerous. His stony blue eyes, long face and a stubble on his chin made things worse.

Picture Source: goodreads.com

Picture Source: goodreads.com

I… I… I want to go home,” Roohi somehow managed to speak since tears chocked her voice. The man just responded with another wily smile. Roohi’s heart sank further. “Why have you brought me here? Who are you?” Roohi again managed to speak somehow. As her last question ended, the man jumped to his feet. There was a book in his hand. His jerked movements made Roohi’s heart skip a beat. Now there was no contradiction in his expression. The smile had disappeared. His face was all brutal now. In a stern voice he said, “I don’t wish to hurt you. In fact, I am quite a harmless creature. But I have one weakness. I hate questions, especially when they are asked by kids. So if you wish to stay unharmed, just keep your mouth shut.” There was a lot of firmness when he spoke the last five words. This was enough to silence Roohi, at least for some time.

The dangerous stranger picked up a packet of chips and a bottle of water from below the bed, and gave them to Roohi, indicating with a gesture to help herself. With some amount of hesitation, Roohi picked up the bottle. After gulping down the liquid a couple of times, she started struggling with the packet of chips.

With the book in his hand, he walked towards the table. It was a James Hadley Chase novel that he was reading while waiting for Roohi to regain consciousness. He put the novel in his bag that contained a couple of books on law. There was also a bottle of chloroform inside it. As per the instructions given to him, he had used only a minor dose on Roohi. It was inevitable for him to use it to make sure nobody suspected anything. The bungalow was his friend’s and was located at a secluded place near Marve Beach in Malad so hardly anyone would have seen him. But he didn’t want to take any chances.

He turned his head behind to see what Roohi was up to. As he returned his gaze on the table, there was that wily smile again on his face. While keeping the same smile intact, he opened a drawer and picked up a pocket knife from it. With the knife in his hand, he slowly marched towards an unsuspecting Roohi…

Will the innocent little girl be mercilessly killed?

To know whether she survives, read the next part of the story HERE.

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