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“Roo…” called Cyrus politely. He could feel the shiver of her body on him. Tara came close to him and said, “It is okay, baby, come here to mamma.” Roohi was too scarred and scared to move anywhere from her comfortable position of Cyrus’ lap. She shook her head and gazed silently at the happenings of the house. “It would be nice if you could take Roohi to her room with you,” said Shekhar to Tara. He badly wanted her to be away from all these investigations. “That would not be possible, Mr. Dutta. We would need Mrs. Dutta here as she is the lady of the house or should I say the man of this house?” said Java with a smirking yet stern voice. Before he could say anything anymore, Cyrus intervened and said, “The kid needs to rest, if not for Mrs. Dutta, let the kid be with Jennifer, she is just an acquaintance to this family.” He hoped that this bulky guy accepts his request as he wanted Roohi and Jennifer to be safe and far away from all of these. Jenny, his love, the one with whom he really felt the magic of love – he see her hurt at any cost.
He thought about the day when he broke up with her. “Jennifer, it’s over,” was his message to her in Whatsapp. She immediately called him and was asking in her chirpy voice, “What’s over my lovey dovey?” “Jenny… I mean Jennifer, we need to break up,” he said sternly. There was a pause in the other side and then she replied, “You are kidding, aren’t you?” It took all his willpower to lie to her, “No, for heaven sake, I don’t love you anymore.” “What?? Why? Maybe you are stressed over your mother’s death, Cyrus,” she said as a matter of fact. He realized how much she had helped him to go forward with his mothers’ last rites. After an extra-long pause, he said, “It’s not that. I found someone else.” Jennifer was crying on the other end and she had cut the call. He knew that this lie was enough to irk her and it exactly did irk her.
“Who are you?” This loud question brought him back to the present scenario. The bulky Java who has already smoked only-god-knows-how-many cigars by now was standing near him. “Err. I am a neighbor.” “Oh, next door?” Java asked. Cyrus shook his head. “Opposite door?” Again Cyrus shook his head and said, “I live a few blocks away from here.” “Oh, waah! waah! What a wonderful description of neighbor,” he said sarcastically to no one in particular. “So, why is the neighbor here?” Cyrus narrated how he found Roohi in the park and how took her to doctor and then brought her back home. Before he could complete, Java was already near Jennifer. He sniffed her and it irked Cyrus. “Shorts and baniyaan, shabby hair, tattoos… hmmm… I guess there is a drug peddler here,” again he said to no one in particular. Before Cyrus could rebuke, Tara said, “I was interviewing her for the post of a photographer, and we came home together on her bike as my daughter got hurt.” “Hmmm hmmm,” Java replied, but he wasn’t convinced. “Everyone is guilty” is his motto. “Okay, let me start questioning you one by one, but no one goes away from this house till I say so. Before that, let me take some time for myself to gaze around the crime scene,” he said authoritatively and sat on the bean bag almost disfiguring its shape. Jennifer took Roohi inside as per Java’s instructions, much to the relief of Cyrus, and Tara sat with Shekhar, again as per his instructions.
Roohi who was in bed, next to Jennifer who was checking her phone, was scared. Cyrus had cleaned her feet and made her wash her hands and face before the police arrived. “Daddy,” she mumbled. “Relax, Daddy will send those people away and come,” Jennifer, who herself was scared, said. Trying to divert Roohi, as well as to gather some information, she asked, “How do you know this new uncle?” “Cyrus uncle?” Roohi questioned. “Haan!” “He saved me today when I fell down from a tree,” Roohi said excitedly, “and he also saved my kitten.” “Hmmm… Good, haven’t you met him before? Is he your mom’s friend?” Roohi shook her head. Jennifer wondered what she was missing in this story. Was Cyrus lying or is it Roohi who is clueless? Anyways, affairs can’t be explicit. As Roohi tried to play with Jennifer’s hair and sleep, she kept reading the blogs she followed, just to relax herself, and there was something that made her feel that this one particular blog was indeed more than what it really was. It was a memoirs blog, but nothing was explicit. In spite of the blog roll in front of her on the the screen, her thoughts drifted to the murder. She wondered how it would have been if Tara was in the hospital instead of the poor maid. Will Cyrus cry and weep for her? Was he the reason for Shekhar’s dejection in life? With these thoughts, she fell asleep.
~to be continued here…
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