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also missing.” He paused as he thought of something. “Sir, which paper does Rujuta madam write for?”
    “I don’t know. It’s some top-secret assignment for some international magazine,” Prakash replied carelessly. All I know is that I am supposed to keep her with us for a month and let her click whatever photographs she wants. Fifteen more days I think.”
    Tambe began to laugh. He had this infectious laughter that could bring alive any drab situation. When he laughed,one could see all his teeth. Most of them had yellowed because of a lifetime addiction to tobacco, cigarettes and tea.
    “What’s the joke, Tambe? Shut up and let’s get moving. I have seen what is there to be seen. See if Ashok and team have arrived,” Prakash instructed. Tambe instantly shut his mouth, nodded and flipped out his walkie-talkie to speak to his colleagues. Ashok was a part of the forensics team attached to Prakash’s division.
    “Let’s go and talk to Nidhi. You always wanted to meet her, right? Here is your chance,” Prakash said and headed out of the room.
    Rujuta was still standing outside, next to the door. Her entire demeanor seemed resigned, but she looked in control. She tried to collect herself when she saw Prakash come out. Prakash looked at her. “Oh yes! I had almost forgotten about you. Are you fine? You had some water? You think you want to come with me when I talk to Nidhi Kapoor?” he asked.
    Prakash rarely waited for answers. His orders often came in guise of requests, and requests in guise of questions. This sounded like a question and Tambe immediately knew that Prakash was asking Rujuta to come along, weather she liked it or not.
    Tambe however had thought that Prakash would send Rujuta back. But by asking her to come along, Prakash made it clear that he wanted her by his side. Maybe he wanted to test her. Tambe wanted to protest but before he could speak, Rujuta replied, “Yes, I think I am better now. I’d come along. I want to come along. I need to catch whoever did this. Fucking butcher needs to get fucking punished.”
    This was the first time Rujuta had shown any kind of emotion. So far, in her two weeks with Prakash and Tambe, she had come across as a fragile, pretty young thing. Both Prakash and Tambe were surprised at this change in demeanor.
    Prakash merely nodded and walked hurriedly towards the hall with Tambe and Rujuta in tow.

4. Day 1, Afternoon. Ronak.
    “So who do you think wants to kill you?” Prakash asked, again, to no one in particular. He always let his questions hang in mid-air like that. One of his theories was to ask questions to no one and then wait for the audience to answer. More often than not, whoever responded first, in all likelihood happened to know more than what they said.
    The scene in Nidhi’s bedroom was morbid. She sat curled up like a fetus on the sill of a giant French window. The sill had a small platform that was padded with rich cushions and bolsters. It looked like Nidhi’s comfort place. Nidhi was holding onto her knees in front of her chest and was rocking back and forth slowly. The walls of the room were colored pastel blue, the color of summer. If this was not for real, it could pass off as a scene from one of her numerous rom-com movies.
    She was wearing a peach tank top made of linen and white shorts that snug her body tightly. Despite her distraught shape, a generous amount of her flawless skin was on display. Even though Prakash was known for his indifference towards the members of fairer gender, Nidhi’s well-sculpted structure did not escape his attention. Prakash concluded that Nidhi must be the kind to go to the gym religiously. Prakash also noticed that the windows behind Nidhi overlooked the garden and the swimming pool. He also saw the tall Ashoka trees in the distance and noticed that he could not see anything outside the periphery of thehouse. And vice versa.
    Tambe looked mesmerized by the real life beauty of Nidhi Kapoor. This was the