Prologue (Two)

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Prologue (Two)

The ancestral and magnificent Bundela mansion was located in the heart of the city Indore where the morning began with the melodious voice of a pretty fifty years old lady, Mrs. Durga Singh Bundela. She was the beautiful wife of the commissioner Virendra and the Bundela mansion harmonized daily with her prayers inside the home temple.

The sound of the prayers daily at the home temple disturbed the most dominant individual of the mansion and he moved out of his loo in a very bad mood. Picking up his socks, he rotated his eyes to check the time. To add more to his distress, the wall clock's battery was dead and he darted one of his shoes at the machine. In a matter of seconds, it collapsed on the floor and shattered into pieces.

"I hate things which stutter and here, the clock has completely stopped. It deserves to be thrown away," he groaned in his deep and high pitched voice, deadly enough to destroy anyone before him.

The owner of the intense voice was Vihaan Singh Bundela who was the Deputy Commissioner under the Indore Police. He had joined his new posting at the bureau of his father only a week ago. He had been previously serving in an another district of the state, later to be transferred to the home city again.

Vihaan Singh Bundela!

This one name was big enough for the illicit lawbreakers to tremble in fear and he had been more deleterious on the criminals than his own father. Bloodshot eyes, heightened temper, muscular body and enormous hatred for stuttering things, the twenty eight years old man was a living destroyer for the wrong doers. In short, he was devilishly handsome who could readily break the bones of the troublemakers without prior warning.

According to him, everything that stuttered was a criminal and the cause of trouble in every sense. The clock in his room that had stopped working was displaying wrong time for the day and he broke it into pieces. The criminals also stuttered during questionnaire session while speaking the truth and he despised this attitude. Similarly, he hated waiting or wasting time as it meant stagnating his work for the day.

Nobody had ever seen him smiling since he joined the police service. He was known to be one of the toughest cops in Madhya Pradesh police and had received a couple of bravery awards during the tenure of his service. He was the youngest to have received such great awards which had made his father eventually proud for him.

As he glided down the staircase to the gigantic hall of the mansion, he stole a glance at the home temple from the corner of his black eyes. Gritting his teeth, he muttered, "So mom is not ready with the breakfast. Her temple drama and prayers! How much I hate these in my life!"

Without even waiting for a second, he departed for his duty hurriedly. As soon as his mother saw him rushing out of the house in an empty stomach, she yelled behind him pulling her ownself alongwith the wheelchair, "Vihaan, please wait. You can't leave in empty stomach. I'm sorry that I got late with the morning prayers because I woke up late. I was unwell and..."

Durga was bound to fall off the wheelchair when Virendra rushed to his wife's help. "Durga, what are you doing? Whom are you narrating your reasons to? Do you think Vihaan will patiently listen to what you say?"

Settling herself on the wheelchair, Durga cried against her husband's palm. "When will he have the patience to listen to his own mother? When will he start believing in God again and reenter our home temple? When will he forgive me and speak to me again?"

"Very soon mother. My younger brother can't remain angry and aloof from you for a long time." A pair of strong arms encircled Durga and embraced her.

"When will that day arrive, Dheeraj? It has already been more than three years," Durga pleaded before her eldest son.

Durga and Virendra were blessed with two handsome and strong sons, Dheeraj and Vihaan. Dheeraj was the eldest son and Vihaan the youngest. Dheeraj was only two years older than Vihaan and was comparatively quieter than the latter. He was working as an inspector under his father and getting jobs in the police were almost compulsory for every man in the Bundela family.

"Mom, you know very well how much broken he is from within and he is a completely changed man. He needs more time to forgive you but I know he still loves you like before. Have you forgotten how much he hates women in his life because of that one incident which has shattered his life to the extreme level? He's still pained of everything but doesn't show it to us." Dheeraj was trying to pacify his mother.

Virendra took the sacred morsel from the prayer plate and said, "Durga, don't stress yourself that much. It'll adversely affect your health. Give Vihaan some time and try to recover yourself from the broken limb."

Dheeraj nodded. "Dad is right, I know my brother is not bad at heart."

"Dheeraj, I think it's time that we leave for the bureau after having breakfast. Vihaan has already departed early," Virendra ordered him.

Durga agreed, "Sorry that I wasted so much of your time. I'll call the maids for serving the breakfast right away."

The family finished their breakfast while Durga sat still. Dheeraj requested her, "Don't be so upset mom. I don't like it."

"What am I supposed to do? Your brother hasn't yet done his breakfast and as a mother, I'll also not have my food unless he does." Durga promised to herself.

"Mom! Please take your food on time. I'll feed Vihaan at the bureau, don't worry please."

With a heavy heart, Dheeraj and Virendra left for the bureau. The growing tension between Durga and Vihaan was becoming a major concern for the two of them.

***** 

Neatly ironed button-down shirt and dark blue denims, Vihaan tucked his polarized shades in between the top button of his shirt as he entered the compound of the bureau. He was in civilian clothes for the day and wore his khaki uniform only once in a week. The securities shot their standing ovation at him as he parked his Royal Enfield in the compound. He slightly tilted his head as his gesture and took the stairs instead of the elevator. He possessed a stout figure of extreme physical fitness and hated taking the easy way out.

His temper rose considerably when he found the other junior officers and inspectors enjoying their morning tea and snacks sitting in the office of the general section. He dashed past the couple of empty desks and halted beside the chattering group.

They greeted Vihaan in chorus, "Good morning, Sir."

But there was a pin drop silence as soon as Vihaan groaned, "I don't think you people are capable of working as officers. Even if you've completed with your early morning feast, the empty cups and plates are still lying here."

"Sorry Sir, we were going to move apart when you entered," Arjun, one of the junior officers apologized.

Shiva, an another inspector whispered in the ears of Tarun, an another officer, "Don't you think he's early to office today? The office hours hasn't yet started so we can have our breakfast freely. But no, who'll explain him!"

Tarun replied softly, "Shhh.. He mustn't hear your criticism or else you are gone."

Pari, a lady inspector picked up the empty cups and plates and left the place without any delay.

Vihaan observed the facial expressions of all the present members of the group and strode towards Arjun. "Arjun, have you spoken to the suspect Lakhan who we got hold of the previous day?"

"Sir, I did try my best but..." Arjun fumbled. "He's not ready to utter anything."

Vihaan shook his head vigorously. "You people are incapable of anything. "Did you give him the treatment he needed?"

Arjun nodded, unable to answer to his senior and Vihaan added, "He needs a third degree and I'll be handling the case now."

Without waiting for a second, Vihaan went straight into the torture room. He scowled when he saw Lakhan being curled up like a rabbit in the corner of the dark room.

"I'm Vihaan Singh Bundela, you have heard my name, haven't you?" Vihaan growled like a wild animal. Lakhan moaned in pain when Vihaan pressed his neck against the hardened wall. "Won't you open your mouth easily?"

Vihaan wasn't the one to wait for an answer and his patience was draining drastically. He smashed the wooden chair against Lakhan's stiffened head. Blood began to trickle down from the temple of his forehead but he remained adamant.

Vihaan warned him with a severe punch on his shrunk face for one last time. The platinum bracelet in Vihaan's wrist shone brightly when he held his gun aimed at Lakhan's forehead. "I'm asking you for the last time. Before I reverse count from ten to zero, I need an honest answer from you or else I'll pull the trigger without further delay."

It wasn't required for Vihaan to initiate his counting since Lakhan was ready to open his mouth. The fiery character of Vihaan was destructive enough to scare the hell out of anyone.

Crossing his palms against Vihaan's reddened face, Lakhan pleaded, "I'm not alone in this passport racket's gang, one of your officers is also assisting us. I don't know who is our boss because I'm only a lilliput. The mastermind is someone else. I can only tell you that there is a big meeting taking place somewhere in the south-west of Ujjain at four in the late afternoon today and we were ordered to aid in the false passport trafficking. I don't know anything more."

Vihaan gritted his teeth and pressed Lakhan's neck again. "Passport trafficking and you are indulged in it! I hope you are not lying to me. I'll see to it that you receive the best imprisonment ever."

As Vihaan took his exit from the torture room, he called for Arjun again. "Arjun, get that bloody Lakhan out of the torture room and throw him among the heap of garbages in our underground custody. See to it that he's taken to the court tomorrow."
Arjun obeyed as instructed and Vihaan stormed into his own cabin.

Vihaan shuffled among the files of the pending passport trafficking case lying on his table and picked up a colourful file sent by the ADR channel. "What a choice of file cover for such a sensitive issue! The people working in that channel must also be colorful. Disgusting!" He scoffed and later scanned through the contents in it.

He jumped ecstatically while closing the file. "So this is it. The ADR channel has sent us the analysis last night and the reports were brilliantly written by the journalist. The editor might be colorful but not dumb enough!"

He opened the drawer to his cabinet and took out an another document. "I have the other information here. I hope this time I don't fail in the mission. The Indore CBI didn't do much regarding the case and it was all because of dad's initiative that he arranged my posting here. Now I'll be handling this case." He rolled his fists and gave a call to his secret messenger, Gora.

"Gora, send me the exact location of their meeting. I've been informed that it's taking place somewhere in Ujjain."

"I know Gora, it'll take me time to reach there from Indore but I'll do it as quickly as possible. I don't want to miss onto them this time."

Vihaan disconnected the call and hurriedly moved out of his cabin only to collide against Dheeraj.

"Vihaan, do you like worrying mom every now and then? You didn't have your breakfast today and even mom is not..." Dheeraj was cut short by Vihaan. 

"Brother, will you stop bragging about her? I'm leaving for a very important task and I don't have time for breakfast now." Vihaan left the bureau in a bad mood again.

Dheeraj frowned anticipatorily when Virendra squeezed his shoulder. "Don't worry son, he's a cop and strong enough to go through the day. He understands the importance of good health so don't worry, he will definitely have something on the way."

"Do you know that he is going for the passport trafficking case and that too all alone? I heard him speaking over phone. Why don't you send more forces with him?" Dheeraj expressed his concerns.

Virendra nodded. "I could have but I won't. You know I don't trust my officers and hence I got Vihaan transferred back to the city. I have full faith on him that he'll be successful again."

"But dad, how can you be so relaxed? He's gone to undertake a very dangerous case and if mom comes to know that you have sent him all alone, she'll never forgive you."

"Don't worry about that at all. You go and handle the case given to you. I'll look after this," Virendra said strictly and Dheeraj obeyed half heartedly. He was more concerned for his brother at the moment.

As Dheeraj departed, Virendra whispered to himself, "I'm relaxed because I know Vihaan is equivalent to one man army and this case is very confidential. He wouldn't like the involvement of other officers with him as he holds himself to be capable of handling it. Secondly, I have my entrusted Sanchi who will work as the ace in the game of cards, I mean in the passport trafficking case."

With both Sanchi and Vihaan getting deployed to the mysterious old mansion to solve the particular coincidental case, what do you think how will their lives turn? Will the two opposite poles of the same magnet or the two faces of the same coin come together in their opinions and solve the case in cooperation? Or is there any impending danger awaiting the both of them? 

To be continued...

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