AdityaNighhot's Blog
October 14, 2018
Can Loving Somebody Immensely Set You Apart?
Ever been in love? Ever loved somebody so immensely that loving that person set you apart?
While the statement is quite paradoxical, it does happen in real life. One might believe that true love is all that's needed in a relationship but what if I tell you that destiny holds an upper hand?
You might love somebody immensely but what if destiny is not in your favour? Or what if it's vice versa? Say destiny is in your favour but you don't love the person?
With similar concept, highlighting on true love, friendship and destiny, my book UNTIL LOVE SETS US APART will take you on a roller coaster ride of emotions and probably make you re-discover true love
'Love knows no reason, knows no time.
It has only one intention of bringing people together to a time called forever'
Experience this heart-wrenching tale today!
Grab your copy of this BEST ROMANCE BOOK OF THE YEAR from amazon. Hit the link below:
Until Love Sets Us Apart: To Love with Love
While the statement is quite paradoxical, it does happen in real life. One might believe that true love is all that's needed in a relationship but what if I tell you that destiny holds an upper hand?
You might love somebody immensely but what if destiny is not in your favour? Or what if it's vice versa? Say destiny is in your favour but you don't love the person?
With similar concept, highlighting on true love, friendship and destiny, my book UNTIL LOVE SETS US APART will take you on a roller coaster ride of emotions and probably make you re-discover true love
'Love knows no reason, knows no time.
It has only one intention of bringing people together to a time called forever'
Experience this heart-wrenching tale today!
Grab your copy of this BEST ROMANCE BOOK OF THE YEAR from amazon. Hit the link below:
Until Love Sets Us Apart: To Love with Love
July 12, 2017
In conversation with Sajid Khan
While the book has just been critically and publically well acclaimed, I just got a chance to handover a copy of IN A BLINK OF AN EYE to none other than MR. Sajid Khan, a popular Bollywood director at the Khandala Lit Fest 2017.
Just when everything is going right for the book, I thought of sharing the same with you. Its all because of the readers' support that the book has done so well. It somehow provoked me to blog, almost after six months.
IN A BLINK OF AN EYE is a romance thriller, set up in a medical college background, emphasizing on true love, friendship, lust, revenge and above all, a social message prevalent to today's India.
Haven't yet read the best romance book of the year 2016 award winning novel yet? No problem!, special signed copies available, only for you!
http://amzn.to/2udNW4W
Just when everything is going right for the book, I thought of sharing the same with you. Its all because of the readers' support that the book has done so well. It somehow provoked me to blog, almost after six months.
IN A BLINK OF AN EYE is a romance thriller, set up in a medical college background, emphasizing on true love, friendship, lust, revenge and above all, a social message prevalent to today's India.
Haven't yet read the best romance book of the year 2016 award winning novel yet? No problem!, special signed copies available, only for you!
http://amzn.to/2udNW4W
October 15, 2016
Free Book Preview
Check out the free preview of my novel IN A BLINK OF AN EYE!
You can get a complete copy of the novel at amazon.in
http://www.amazon.in/dp/9385137654
Prologue
11pm on the clock and the moonlight fell upon them. Its effulgence was making it a perfect night to sit on a terrace along with your friend, look into the dark sky, get drunk, sing songs, remember the best moments of your life and appreciate those twinkling stars. The dazzling stars looked at them and they both were looking at it. They were happy with their lives until the worst nightmare had struck them.
The car took a sharp turn, with its tires making a screeching sound. The car horn burst open and he changed the gears achieving a top speed as they crossed the main road. Tensions within them, he was sweating out of fear. He was almost in tears, enough that his heart could break down any moment into pieces. Although, Alok too was in a panic, he was hoping for the best outcome. He wished nothing had happened and remembered all the Godly idols he could. They knew nothing of what had happened at the other end but still prayed for a reason they were actually unaware of. The trepidation could kill them any moment. Tears flowing down their cheeks, they felt as if their lives had come to a dead end - just like a road ends. But theirs had a no U-turn board as well!
How predictable our lives are! Each day even though new on the calendar for all of us, is actually the same as the previous one. You get up at a fixed time, brush your teeth with the same tooth brush, take a shower for a few minutes and grab the morning bus or drive by yourself to reach your college or your working place. There again you have that fixed margin of time before you actually attend your college lectures or begin your work. You go to the same cafeteria and have the same breakfast. Work begins as usual with you thinking daily about your purpose in this place; you then habitually shrug those thoughts off. You certainly are not alone in your college or your workplace. Enter your friends and sometimes even your girlfriend or your boyfriend. The same bunch of people and the nonsense talks and acts you perform with them are the only things that actually keep on changing every day. The day goes on as it usually does – no fusses, no surprises, ‘just the same old routine’ as many would say.
Predictability has for sure become a backbone of your life. You can foretell about the upcoming events or situations that would come in your life eventually. But somewhere you find it very comforting when every day is the same. You feel in charge and find your life is very much under your control, but you hardly know that fate is actually a bitch. When you find your life a ‘picture perfect’ one, it plays its little tricks on you. It has its own game, own players, its own umpire and its own rules. It is playing its game against you and you can hardly do anything for you are reduced to a mere spectator who actually knows nothing of what is coming next. Sometimes, we appreciate these small tricks it plays on us in a positive way and keep on reminding ourselves with the two golden words ‘THINK POSITIVE’. But what if the same trick is so cruel that it takes away all the positivity within you? What if the patience, the determination and the dedication you had developed over the ages to fight back to any difficulty that strikes at your doorsteps gets lost into a void of pain? Our predictable life comes crashing down like a house of cards. Everything that you had planned, every dream of yours that had been fulfilled goes away from you and finally your life plunges into a big ‘CHAOS’.
Chapter 1: How it all began!
"This one is for Aadi", said Nikhil, raising his glass.
Not wine nor alcohol but a glass which contained iced tea. My friends and I were sitting in one of the restaurants near my college. I was giving them a small treat post my first novel release. The masses had liked it and here I was partying with my friends. I introduced Nikhil and Varun to the rest which included Naineesh, Hrushikesh and Ajinkya - other friends form my new college.
“When I was working on my first novel, I really didn't have confidence in my work that it would ever turn out to be good", I said, offering some pizzas to Naineesh.
"Yeah after all some credit has to be given to us!" both Nikhil and Varun boasted. Everyone burst out into laughter, looking at their expressions.
"Aadi always keeps on speaking about both of you", spoke Naineesh, grabbing some garlic breads.
"I have to give them credit; it's because of them that I could really think of writing", I said with a smile.
"Dude, that makes us look small!" remarked Varun.
Everyone smiled. We then spoke about our college lives, how our day began and how it ended. We all being in some or the other medical colleges, found our course to be the most difficult one. Nikhil had ended up with his 12th and was waiting for the results to be declared.
"How's everything going between Saisha and you, Varun?" asked Ajinkya "Like if you don't mind sharing it, because we got a hint of your relationship in Aadi's novel and I am curious to know about your life", he added.
"At the best phase, I can say", replied Varun.
"Ohh, so perfect jodi huh? God bless you both", joked Hrushikesh.
"Thank you Hrushikesh", replied Varun with a huge smile on his face.
"Let's click some selfies, all of you give some good poses", said Nikhil, turning on his mobile camera.
We all went through some photo sessions, forgetting that we had to finish the food kept on the table.
"Are you going to write any novel recently?" Varun asked me.
"I want to, but I am not getting a good story, rather I can't think of one", I replied, scratching my head.
"Think dude. You are so filmy, you will get one", mocked Naineesh laughing.
"Ohh c’mon you're still filmy, don't tell me!" exclaimed Nikhil.
"He is! A lot too much!" added Ajinkya and gave some impetus to the conversation.
Nikhil, Varun and I had not met each other for months and so they hardly new anything about my new life. I was responsible for the long gap as I became rather too busy in my new college life.
"I'll just come, got to pay the bill", I said and made an excuse.
"Look there's he running out of the conversation", Nikhil teased me to which the others laughed.
I ignored them and went on to the counter to pay the bill. I had some refreshment and joined my friends on the table.
"There's big news coming right from the police. The murderer has been caught today by the Pune Police Department", said the news reporter over the news channel.
I paid attention to whatever was been broadcast on the television screen, as I thought it to be something interesting at the first instant.
"Shhh......Please have a look over here", I signaled my friends to reduce their voices and pointed towards the television screen.
"A MBBS student who was found guilty for murdering four people and was missing lately has now been caught by the Pune Police. He was tracked down by the police and was found near the Pune district court. He is now in police custody", the reporter continued.
"Oooo........C’mon how can a MBBS person turn up into a murderer, all of a sudden!" exclaimed Ajinkya.
"Who said all of a sudden? Must be that he had a cruel mind or might be that circumstances turned him into a murderer”, replied Naineesh.
Everyone looked at each other and then we again put our eyes and ears onto the television screen. We all were interested in the news which was being broadcast as it was something related to our very own field - medicine.
“The police say that the guilty didn't try to harm them while he tried to escape. We get news that in order to stop him, ACP Deshmukh fired a bullet on his right leg, thereby capturing him. He will be first taken to the hospital and then to the police station. The police deny giving us any further details on the guilty at the present. Our next news is ..............."
"Here's my next story", I said, pointing towards the screen.
"What? A story on a murderer? Why are you heading into a criminal case?" asked Nikhil, almost in a shock.
“Don’t mess with criminal cases. He is a murderer!" added Varun.
"But he is also a doctor, just what we all are going to become in the next few years and looking at him, I don't think he was a professional killer or a person who will murder someone for his own greed", I replied.
"How can you say that?" Hrushikesh asked me, with a curious face.
"Just because, I think so.......... I have no reason for it", I replied.
"You might be wrong!" added Naineesh, as we all headed towards our bikes.
I sat on my bike and said, "Why not give it a try! I think I should. I will go and have an interview with the accused, collect data from the police and frame everything into a novel and I think there's something more into his life, some bad past, my sixth sense is telling me. If I turn out to be wrong, I'll just give up my plan"
"Hmm..........sounds interesting with the interview thing. I'm in; both of us will go together, what say?" Nikhil gave in.
"Give me a hi-five then", I smiled and then there was an unusual sparkle in my eyes. Confidence within me boosted with the happiness blooming deep inside me, just for having succeeded in overcoming my comfort zone. This was something challenging that I had taken in my stride and was overjoyed to start something new a fresh.
TO THE POLICE STATION:
1st August 2015:
"Are you sure we should be dealing with this?" Nikhil asked me, as we reached the police station.
"Don't worry Nikhil. It's going to be fine, c’mon let's go in", I replied.
We took some good steps and gained a good composure. There was a lot of rush at the police station. It just felt as if we were in some kind of fish market. No-one seemed to pay attention towards us when we made an entry. We waited for a while, thinking of where and how we shall inquire. The entrance was small but tidy. There were a few jeeps parked outside, one behind the other. There was a lot of noise inside with the policemen busy in their work. The telephone constantly ringing made the loudest sound. Though a couple of visitors were sitting on the benches inside, the chaiwala was the most frequent visitor.
"Hmm, bola kay kam ahe? (Speak up, what work you have?)", a police man asked us, as we approached him. He was sitting on a chair and going through some files when I managed to read the name plate on his uniform and learnt his name, written 'A Tambe". I realized he was a sub-inspector from the number of stars he had on his uniform. His fatty tummy could be easily seen. Though his shirt was tucked inside, his belt was so loose that it could fall off any moment. His lips had turned red as he constantly munched a paan or a supari. Without offering us a seat, he went on, “Arey Bolo na kya kam hai? (What work do you have?)”
"Good morning Sir, my name is Aditya. Sir, I wanted to inquire about the recent murder case which involves a doctor”. I was still in the middle of my sentence; still I had already spoken enough to draw the sub-inspector’s attention.
For the first time since we had been there, he looked up from his files, tilted his head sideways and raising it slowly stared at us with utmost suspicion which scared the hell out of Nikhil. He elbowed me and the next moment found me telling the officer that I wanted to convert the guilty’s story into a book and for that I needed his help in order to interview the person. I said whatever I wanted to in a polite tone and took a seat, even though the sub-inspector didn’t offer us any.
"Tumhi Patrakar ka? (Are you a news reporter?) - You are not allowed at the moment", he replied, switching from Marathi to his vernacular English.
"Sir, I am not a news-reporter. I am an author and also a medical student. I just want to write on the case and so I need your support and some information about the case”
"Sahebanchi permission lagel. (I will have to take permission from the senior officer)", he said, carelessly while sipping some water from his bottle and turning a few pages of the file he had been going through.
"So when can we meet him?" asked Nikhil, directly.
"He is busy today, come tomorrow", he replied, no more wanting to entertain us.
We got up from the desk and walked out. Somewhere deep inside, I was filled with a sense of satisfaction. For some reason this approach made me feel that we had succeeded. Still with mixed emotions - happy for the meeting could be possible and disappointed for we had been told to wait, we headed back home.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
For the next few days, Nikhil and I kept on visiting the police station but nothing worthwhile turned up. Almost a fortnight passed and both of us began to lose hopes. Disappointed, I thought of giving up the plan. We were low for a couple of days which was enough for Varun to guess what was wrong. Since our junior college he had always been able to judge our moods and the reason behind it very aptly. He also knew how to get us back on track and so threw a mini party at his place. Like old days we were in his room watching our favorite movie with the right snacks. Both of them seated comfortably in their desired couches, I was restless in my comfortable couch, all the time fidgeting with the color solving block that one would always find on Varun’s table. Giving no justice to the idea of re-living our old days, I was lost into my own world; so much that I didn’t even realize that some-one’s shadow was blocking the way of light. I looked up and discovered Varun’s dad standing besides us. I stood up to greet him. His presence for some reason made the entire environment optimistic. He sat with us and we paused the movie. He offered to play a game of cards. It was little unusual but his company was one of its kinds, so we readily agreed. We started playing our game and uncle started narrating about his school days, his friends and the fun he had with them. He regarded our phase of life to be the best time one could make better use of. He was nostalgic over how his friends and he had all parted their ways to become something in life. He was also happy for one of his friends named ‘ACP Deshmukh’ who had been recently transferred to our city. On hearing this, my head sprung up instantaneously. I knew that ACP Deshmukh was in-charge of the case. It felt as if my face was divided into parts, each having a different expression. Surprise, joy and misery, I couldn’t resist from sharing my interest in the case with Varun’s dad. And what happened next was more than a miracle for us. Varun’s father agreed to help me. He fixed up a meeting for me. I was at the top of the world. I thanked Varun and his parents profusely, till they themselves asked me to stop.
24th August 2015:
We reached the police station, well before time. We were asked to wait for a while as the officer was busy in some work. We waited for an hour and then we were asked to head into the officer's cabin.
While we were entering inside the cabin, we made a special effort to read the name plate outside his cabin hosting 'ACP R. Deshmukh'
Both Varun and Mr. Deshmukh greeted each other in an informal way and later Varun introduced us. We were asked to have a seat. Looking at Mr. Deshmukh, he seemed to be in the mid 40's. With a dusky complexion, he had a very good physique. He was smartly dressed which added to his attractive personality, enough that anybody with ease could have said that he was not one of those whose intelligence could be outwitted. We told him the reason of us being there and what we wanted, in a very polite manner.
"Dekho, interview with the accused is little difficult at present, still after some days you can try. Keeping safety issues into consideration, there are rules which don't allow strangers to meet the accused. At the same time his violence also imposes threat, so I can't really allow you three", ACP .R. Deshmukh told us.
We asked him if there was any way out and requested him to allow us to meet the murderer but he turned down our wishes and rather asked us to try again after some months. We felt disappointed but were left with no other option.
"Sir, can you tell us about the person, if you don't have a problem", I asked the officer.
"Well, I really don't want to disappoint you, so I will try but it would be in short, for I am very busy at the moment with some of the other cases I am dealing with", he replied, folding his hands and leaning back on his chair.
He took a pause and rang the bell to call one of his attendants.
"Sawant char chaha aana (Sawant, bring four cups of tea)”, he ordered his attendant. He again took a pause and then added, "Special one!"
ACP. R. Deshmukh Began:
15th May 2015:
It was my first day in Pune, after being transferred from Mumbai. Everyone greeted me with a very warm welcome. The former officer, 'Mr. ACP Lokhande' handed me the charge of the jurisdiction, after the department celebrated his farewell with mixed emotions. He was transferred to Amravati, a place far off from Pune.
After I settled in my cabin, I called my sub-ordinates inside for a small round of briefing. They explained to me about the regions that came under my jurisdiction.
"There is a case of murder - a very brutal one, which has made the situation pretty tense, since the past few days", Inspector Bhosale told me, after I asked them about some of the on-going cases.
He placed the 'FIR' file in front of me and continued briefing me, "Saheb, recently a son of a businessman had been murdered. His name was Rohan Khanna"
"When did this occur?" I asked him, as I was going through the FIR statement given by Rohan Khanna's parents.
"On 10th May, sir", he replied.
“That is 5 days back”, I remarked.
"Yes sir”, replied Inspector Bhosale, promptly.
“Rohan’s body was found in his residence. On investigations, we came to know that he was all alone in the house, where he had been murdered. On inspecting his body, we found marks and scars which suggested that both of them had got into some sort of fight. The whole bedroom was a mess. With blood all around, things shattered, mirror and glasses broken and the chair broken into pieces, it was a very dreadful scene. The chair had a rope wound around it, which signaled that Rohan had been tied there for a while. On examining his body, it seemed he had been tortured before being killed. His head and face had tremendous injuries with glass pieces pierced inside. Probably, because he had been banged on the mirror and been hit with various glass objects. He had bruises everywhere on his body. His body showed signs of a knife being stabbed several times with a great amount of force", Inspector Bhosale continued briefing me.
I took a deep breath, imagining the scene enough to get goose bumps on my skin.
After a long pause, I asked, "Any progress in finding out the murderer?"
"No sir, even after interrogating in the neighborhood, we couldn’t get any eye-witnesses. Who-ever he is; is a monster and has a cruel mind, sir"
"We need to find him immediately, Bhosale", I said firmly, getting up from my chair
"Yes sir, we will definitely find him”, he replied, in a promising voice. He took a pause and continued, "Sir, the same day another murder took place near 11 -E-streets in Koregaon Park. A body was found in a Honda-city car, shot to death. A part of his skull had been chipped off; the blood been spluttered on the window and the windshield. We were lucky enough to find his driving license. On checking it we got his personal information. The person shot dead was Suraj Dixit. The shots were close ranged. Probably, the murderer was in the car"
"Didn't anyone see the murder take place?" I asked.
"No sir, again no eye-witnesses. The car was parked under a tree, near a dead end; nobody heard a gun-shot as there aren’t any residential areas nearby”
"What was Suraj doing there?"
“We don't know, sir. On checking the vehicle and Suraj’s body, there seemed no signs of any fight or resistance from his end. We found a gun in his car. To everybody’s surprise, the twist in the story is that the gun was issued in the name of Rohan Khanna. It was his personal gun"
"What!" I exclaimed. "So, there is a possibility that he might have murdered Suraj", I continued.
"Even, we thought the same, sir. On inquiry, we came to know that Suraj and Rohan were friends. The fact that there were no signs of any fight in the car almost strengthened our assumptions, until the post-mortem reports arrived. They said that Rohan's death had occurred few minutes prior to Suraj's death"
"That makes it even clearer. There is a common murderer between the two. How long is 11-E- street from Rohan's house?" I went on.
"Two kilometers sir", he replied promptly.
"And one thing sir, I forgot to mention that Suraj had received a call from Rohan's mobile, at about 5.30 in the evening on the same day. Rohan's death occurred around 5.45 pm and Suraj's death around 6.15 pm", continued Inspector Bhosale.
I took some time to think, drank a glass of water and said, "There can be two suppositions:
A) Rohan knew that there was a threat to their lives and so called up Suraj.
OR
B) Rohan called Suraj when the murderer was present there, only because he had compelled Rohan to do so.
I went through the files and checked Rohan's and Suraj's personal information.
- Both studied in the same college and were pursuing BSc.
- Both were 22 years old, Rohan being a month elder than Suraj.
"Let's go to Rohan's house, take two policemen with us", I ordered, getting up from my chair.
Within the next half an hour, we reached Rohan's house.
"Any news about the murderer, sir?" asked Rohan's father, worriedly, as we stepped inside their house.
"No Sir, we are working on it. Please kindly co-operate with us; we want to investigate this place again", replied Inspector Bhosale.
With a negative response from our end, Rohan's mother burst out into tears. It made me feel sorry for her.
She went on saying, "He was my only son. What will I do without him? How should I live?"
I tried giving her moral support by assuring to find the guilty at the earliest, but that didn't really help change the situation.
Our profession falls under those few ones where we are supposed to punish the guilty but situations punish the innocents beforehand. As human beings, even our heart aches but we have to keep our emotions aside, as our profession demands so. With a rock solid heart, we entered into Rohan's bedroom where the crime had taken place. Although, the room had been cleaned and everything was kept in its proper place, Inspector Bhosale again briefed me about the scene. I checked for few clues, in case the murderer had left any. I checked the drawers, his cupboard, had a word with his parents and the maid, to know about their where - abouts when the crime had taken place. None were in the house on that day. I was astonished by their answers.
To confirm certain things, I asked the maid to bring a glass a water to drink. When she came with one, I asked her to keep it on the table. Later, I picked up the same glass of water, with my gloves on, threw the water into the sink and put the glass inside the investigation bag to hand over the same to the forensic department for examining her finger-prints. We already had Rohan's shirt and watch in our custody, all we needed was to check if the fingerprints on the glass matched with the ones on his shirt.
"Where is Rohan's mobile?" I asked Bhosale.
"Sir, it's been missing. We tried finding it over the GPS but the mobile is not reachable since the crime day. Same has happened with Suraj's mobile. We tried tracking them, but failed for it seems the sim card has been removed from the device. We can track the murderer, once he or she turns them on", he replied.
“It is definitely a man’s work, the brutality shows it”, I replied, in a confident voice.
"Where were they last traced?" I further asked Inspector Bhosale.
"At 11-E-streets, sir. Probably after Suraj's murder, he removed the sim card"
Then once again I was only physically present out there but mentally in the deepest level of my thinking zone. I was completely clueless of what we shall be doing next. I searched through one of his drawers and found a photo lying in there. I took it out of the drawer. There were three boys in the photo. On extreme left was Suraj and on extreme right was Rohan, with an unknown face for us in the middle. I inquired about the unknown person to Rohan's parents and discovered that he was Rohan's friend named Ajay. I asked about his where-abouts and noted down his contact number. I then asked Bhosale to make a call on the number but he came up saying that the number had been switched off.
"What are you thinking sir?" he continued
"There can again be two suppositions:
A) Ajay is the third one to be murdered.
OR
B) He himself is the murderer.
There is something in common between the three of them"
Meanwhile, Inspector Bhosale received a call from the control room.
After the call ended, he came up to me and said, "Saheb, Suraj's mobile was turned on five minutes ago and a call has been made on an unknown number"
"Where was the mobile last traced?" I asked gaining some pace and walking out of the house.
"Sir, at Swargate and is still there”, Bhosale responded promptly and followed me hurriedly
"Send a police team immediately at that location", I ordered, as we stepped inside the car.
"What was the conversation that took place between the two?" I continued.
"Sir, the murderer said, come-meet me and don't attend any calls from any unknown number. It seems sir that they had a conversation before by some another number"
"Hmm, probably, trace the number now. I am sure it's Ajay who was on the other end"
Bhosale turned on the GPS and said, "Sir, the person who was on the other end is heading toward Sinhagad road"
I immediately asked the driver to head towards the location. Sinhagad was poles apart from our location. Swargate where the murderer's mobile was traced came in the midway and Katraj came next where Ajay lived. Sinhagad road was few kilometers away from Katraj. It was difficult for us to reach there in time, so I asked the driver to hurry up.
"Keep tracking the person who was on the other end; let's assume him to be Ajay", I ordered Inspector Bhosale.
"Sir, he stopped at some lane connecting Sinhagad road"
"We have to be quick then, speed up", I said to the driver.
"Sir, but Suraj's mobile location is still in Swargate", Inspector Bhosale interrupted me.
"No point Bhosale. Tithe kahi milnar nahi (we won’t get anything there). Ask other team to reach at Swargate, we can't afford to waste time there"
Our car raced down the road. I was sweating out of stress. Being my first day, I knew nothing about Pune and its roads. I couldn't suggest any short-cuts; all I did was depend on Inspector Bhosale and the driver. It was one of those cases where everybody involved was filled with anxiety, nervousness and uncertainty.
The next instance, we received a call from the other police team saying that they had found Suraj's mobile at Swargate, but there were no signs of the person who carried it. My assumption turned out to be correct. The mobile had been thrown on the street and the murderer had headed somewhere else.
"Quite an intelligent person!" I exclaimed to myself.
Speeding down the roads, we reached the location where Ajay's mobile had been detected over the GPS. As we came to a dead end, I saw an Audi parked there. I raced towards the car but there were no signs of Ajay.
There was a small house nearby, made up of bricks where almost no human activity would have ever taken place. The place seemed like a haunted one, with overgrown grasses around – just like we see in any of the horror movies. The bushes were un-maintained with the uneven grass growing in a shabby fashion. Garbage was all over the place. As we went towards the house, I discovered some blood on the ground. Later, we found a body lying there. I turned the body around and found it to be Ajay. I checked his pulse but was of no use. He was already cold. We wore our gloves and started investigating the area. I called on the unknown number and found it to be ringing in Ajay's pocket itself. It was probably Ajay's secondary number which we were unaware of. Ajay had been brutally killed, worse than Rohan. His lower body was naked and a glass bottle was inserted through his anal canal and then had been broken there itself. His face had bruises. Lastly, he had been cut by his throat to end the torture.
I felt sorry for him. I was enraged from within.
'How could someone be so cruel?” I thought.
After investigating the body thoroughly, I called an ambulance and the body was dispatched for autopsy. Although there was nothing more left to be cut in the body, it was a murder case and rules had to be followed. The murderer was on a killing spree and I felt worried for the innocent lives put to threat.
"Saheb, apli vat lagli ata (Sir, we are finished now)", remarked Inspector Bhosale, as we sat in our car.
"Why? What happened now?" I asked him, in a tensed voice.
"Saheb, ha Ajay, minister joshincha mulga ahe (Sir, this Ajay is a son of minister Joshi)"
I was left puzzled, out of words. Now this piece of information was enough to guess that we were going to have a few sleepless nights.
Soon I received calls from minister's PA, some higher ranking officers and then finally the minister. We were called for an immediate meeting by the IG. Later, minister Joshi called in for a small meeting. He couldn't control his emotions; still he managed to speak and ordered us to find the culprit at the earliest. Pressure from higher officers, the department, politicians, coupled with some stress that was already pressing us from within, increased our work load. It was my first day in the city and I knew very less about it as I wasn't even acquainted to the changes, but still kept my mind focused on the case.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
16th May 2015:
New day began with bright morning and a sparkling sunshine, but for many the brightness wasn’t enough to overpower the darkness of their lives. All of them were under the blanket of gloominess and were waiting for a ray of hope that could bring justice to the innocent lives. We had been working for the whole night. Various political workers dashed to the police station, ordering us to find the guilty as soon as possible. All other cases were set aside. Thinking on the case, making various permutations and combinations, my head started aching. In all this chaos why should the media feel left out! They didn’t leave a single chance to add fuel to the already tensed situations.
"Sir, what do you think? Who must be behind these consecutive murders?" asked one reporter.
The other asked, "What measures is the police department undertaking?"
The third one asked, "Muljrim ko pakdne mai aur kitna time lagega? Kya aap bata sakte hain? (How much time do you need to catch the murderer? Can you tell us?)"
To all of them who bombarded such questions on us, Inspector Bhosale and I replied in unison, "We are trying our best, the whole department is working on the case and we will find the murderer soon"
Some not so generous said, "Tumhala nahi watat, police department aaropi la pakdayla asamarth ahe (Don't you think the police department is incapable in catching the murderer?)"
All we did was avoiding them and return back to our work. I called in all the staff members for a short meeting. Our department's prestige was at stake and this was again coupled with my will to nab the murderer. Also, I could feel my rage well up inside, ever since I saw the brutality with which all the three people had been killed.
"Sir, there was some court case a few months back on the three who have been murdered", Inspector Bhosale provided his input for the case. Finally, we were getting somewhere close; the mystery was step by step unleashing itself.
"I want the file. Bring in all the details you can get, at the earliest", I ordered all the staff members in general.
In almost fifteen minutes, Inspector Bhosale came back with his information and handed it to me. I went through all the contents of the case filed. I checked the person's name, who had pulled the three dead to the court. I gathered all information about him.
Personal information:
Name - Rohit Jadhav
Age - 25
Profession - Student, completed M.B.B.S. from B***** Medical College in 2014
On ringing up the officials, I found out some information about the lawyer who was in-charge of the case. His name was L. Mohite.
"Track Mohite now, he is the next target", I said, getting up from the chair.
Inspector Bhosale dialed his number but the lawyer's assistant said that his boss was busy in a case. So, we decided to head towards the court and reached there in no time. We parked our car inside the court premise and waited for the court session to end. It took a lot of time, but finally we saw the lawyer heading out of the court. I stepped out of the car and began walking towards him, but all of a sudden a man came running out of nowhere and stabbed the lawyer twice in his abdomen. Before, we could even sense of what had happened, he was done with his job.
The next minute or maybe even less than that - I didn’t count, the crowd began shouting and few of them gathered around the body. A few others started running here and there, setting in another chaotic scene. The murderer began running in the opposite direction. I ran behind him. He passed the main entrance of the court. I followed him, while Inspector Bhosale gained some pace, following me. He ran at full pace and I kept my speed. The chase was on. He ran down the alley and I increased my speed. I came nearer to him and held him by his collar. He still kept running. The very next moment, he slipped from my hands.
Inspector Bhosale kept on shouting continuously, "Stop! Stop! Stop Now!”
On the other hand, our driver followed us in our police Jeep. The court security also assisted us. I continued my chase, held his shirt, jumping off from a few steps of the entrance of a park nearby. He fell on the ground. I punched him hard.
He pleaded, "Please, please let me go; I have an important work to do, please!"
'Was he mentally sick?' I thought. He had murdered a person, just few minutes ago and now was pleading for me letting him go, just because he had some important work.
"What work?" I shouted, with another punch on his face.
"Please, sir, I'll come back again, please let me go. Trust me I will surrender", he continued pleading.
"What work?" I asked him again, raising my voice and catching him by his collar as he tried to run.
"I have to kill a person, please let me go", he said.
'He certainly was a nut-case', I came to a conclusion.
After solving 60+ murder cases and being a part of at least a century, this was for the first time ever that a murderer was pleading for letting him go so that he could kill someone else.
"I promise I will come back", he said and pushed me back.
He started running again.
"Stop!" I shouted.
(He didn't)
"Freeze!" I shouted again.
(He didn't)
Finally I was left with no choice. I took out my gun and taking a good aim, pulled the trigger. The bullet hit below his knee cap and he started limping. I ran towards him and held him. He tried his best to run again and kept on shouting, "Please let me go!”
I held him by his collar and dragged him inside the police jeep, which had arrived until then.
24th August 2015 (The Present):
Our mouths were wide open. We were over-awed by surprise and were terrified by whatever the officer had just said.
"He must be seriously mentally ill!" exclaimed Varun.
"Like how could he just plead for letting him go for killing someone else? I guess he has some split identity, what do you think Nikhil?" he continued.
Nikhil didn't reply. He was shocked by the cruelty and so was I.
"Sir, but why did he kill the four of them? There must be some reason right?" I asked the officer.
"A cruel mind, that's all I can say, as of now", he replied.
We could sense that there was something the officer was trying to hide.
"Are you hiding something Sir?" Varun dared to ask.
"Look boys, I can't tell you everything at the present. Whatever, Rohit Jadhav - the murderer told me, I can't disclose it. It might be that he is trying to fool me. I am not even permitted to disclose the court case, for firstly I will have to confirm certain things. His friend Alok who is originally from Satara and who is pursuing his post graduation course in B***** college has been asked to report in sometime. We will confirm certain facts with him as he is Rohit’s best-friend and they both were in the same college, that's what we know at the moment"
"Okay Sir, thank you for all the help. That was more than a shock for us", terrified Nikhil replied.
"Please don't disclose these things at the present", the officer told us.
We agreed to it in unison. We then thanked him again for his precious time. He later asked us about our very own lifestyle - that's our colleges and what we were pursuing to which we replied one by one.
On leaving the police station Nikhil asked me, "Now what next?"
I was quiet for a while and then replied, "Let's go to Alok's college"
"And how are we suppose to know where Alok studies?" Varun asked me, absent-mindedly.
"If you remember the officer did mention Alok's college. He said Alok is studying for some post graduation course in B***** college, remember?" I asked him.
"Oh yeah! I almost forgot that!" exclaimed Varun, as he sat on his bike.
We decided to call it a day and Nikhil and I planned to find Alok the very next day. Varun had some work so; he said that he wouldn't join us. It was going to be tough tracking Alok but we didn't think of giving up. With whatever the police officer said, I had made up an assumption that nowhere Rohit seemed to be an innocent guy. I lost a few hopes in whatever I had stated of Rohit having something more into his life, some kind of a bad past that made him a criminal. Every time I thought of him, a villainous face came in front of me, just like those on TV’s – shabbily dressed, unshaven beard, long messy hair, ragged clothes, unhealed scars and violence filled eyes. Sometimes, I even felt that his desperate want, which appeared more than a want but a need was just not a crime; probably there was an unhealed deep wound inside him. Was he the real negative character or were the four people the real villains of his story?
FINDING ALOK- Gathering pieces of a jigsaw puzzle:
Early in the morning on the 25th of August, Nikhil and I left for Alok's college. Unaware of the college timings and what Alok was pursuing, we landed up in the college office. It was around 10 am in my clock and I approached one of the clerks over there and asked him about Alok to which we very well knew the only reply we would get, "Kon Alok? Surname batao...........Aur hum aise kisiki jankari nahi de sakte" (Who Alok? What is his surname? We can't disclose anyone's identity).
‘Who the hell knows his surname?’ I said to myself.
I asked Nikhil to search in some other department or inquire somewhere else. I also asked him to be in contact with me. We split the very next minute. I head towards the college canteen, asked a few mature students who seemed to be pursuing post-graduation courses. I checked a lot of people passing by and had a look at the name plates pinned to their white aprons.
Going all the way through the college and the hospital, I almost found it impossible to trace Alok. While I was passing through one of the corridors, I saw 'Alok' written on one of the student's name plates. I stopped him immediately and started talking to him. On inquiring about him, I mentioned 'Rohit's name' and all I came to know was:
- "Yes, I am Alok"
- "Yes, I am pursuing a post-graduation course over here"
- "Rohit? ......Yeah I know him................ he must be in the canteen"
"Canteen?" I asked, confused by his answer.
And to my disappointment he was talking about some 'Rohit Mehta' and not ‘Rohit Jadhav'
"Did you find him?” Nikhil asked me as we met in the parking area, about an hour later.
"No", I replied, with my hands in my pocket and kicking those pebbles lying on the uneven parking ground. I was rather more irritated than being upset.
It seemed almost impossible finding Alok. We finally decided to give up and departed to our bikes. When there is no hope and no way out, certainly that’s where luck plays its role. Somewhere, a miracle takes place and that's what happened next. We had been searching for Alok and the very moment we gave up, I saw a 'MH-11' white Alto car entering into the parking area.
'MH-11 and it is Satara', struck my head. ACP Deshmukh had stated about his hometown.
We head towards the person and as we went closer to him, we saw 'Alok' written on his batch. Somewhere, again hopes rose in my heart. We approached the person and I began asking him different questions – his name and if he knew anyone named Rohit. Initially, he tried to avoid us but later on disclosing our identity and what we were up to, he co-operated with us. He was the person whom we had been looking for and finally we had succeeded in finding him. Probably, destiny brought him towards us.
"I want to write about Rohit's life. I think there is something more than what the media and the police are telling us. Can you please co-operate with us and if possible spare some time for the same?" I requested Alok.
"Ahh...... It's a little difficult. You know, he is in the police custody and it is kind of difficult for everyone", replied Alok, fearing if any problems that are perishing with time might fall upon him.
We tried to convince him a lot, but he smartly pressed upon our request with innumerable excuses.
"Isn’t he your friend? Can't you do a little for him?" Nikhil questioned Alok.
Alok remained silent for a while. He was thinking of something, probably was confused or maybe disturbed by that question.
"Please, at least for Rohit", I tried convincing him.
He still remained quiet and then replied, "Only for him, I can try and you don't seem to mess with it, so I can dare to pour my heart out"
"Yeah, we promise that we won't get you into any sort of trouble and I would write on his life, only after your consent", I replied back, with some joy in me for finally having succeeded in convincing him.
We decided the venue and time. Alok being quite busy and I having my college in the morning, we chose to meet at a time around 6 pm, the next day at Alok's place. He had rented a flat in Pune.
Nikhil and I as decided reached Alok's house at 6 pm sharp, the very next day. He offered us a seat in the hall. I glanced through his flat. In spite of him staying by himself, I found the rooms to be very well maintained. It didn't seem to be a college going student's flat. Nowhere it seemed shabby, clustered or in a state of mayhem.
To describe Alok, he had a dusky complexion, straight hair, was about 5 feet 8 inches in height and wasn’t a pot-bellied. He had spectacles and that suited him quite well.
He offered us water and brought in some ready-made snacks; probably he had ordered it from somewhere, sometime ago as we two were expected to arrive.
"Make yourself comfortable. Please! Feel at home", said Alok, with a smile.
We smiled back and thanked him. We chatted for a while about general things and many a times Alok would mention Rohit in some or the other topic, which indicated that they might have been the best of all friends. After about half an hour, we requested Alok to start telling us about Rohit's life, from the very beginning. He agreed to it and I removed my pen and a notebook for writing down as many details as I could.
Taking a deep breath, Alok began.........................
That was all! Read the full story! Get your copy from amazon.in
http://www.amazon.in/dp/9385137654
Check out the book teasers:
You can get a complete copy of the novel at amazon.in
http://www.amazon.in/dp/9385137654
Prologue
11pm on the clock and the moonlight fell upon them. Its effulgence was making it a perfect night to sit on a terrace along with your friend, look into the dark sky, get drunk, sing songs, remember the best moments of your life and appreciate those twinkling stars. The dazzling stars looked at them and they both were looking at it. They were happy with their lives until the worst nightmare had struck them.
The car took a sharp turn, with its tires making a screeching sound. The car horn burst open and he changed the gears achieving a top speed as they crossed the main road. Tensions within them, he was sweating out of fear. He was almost in tears, enough that his heart could break down any moment into pieces. Although, Alok too was in a panic, he was hoping for the best outcome. He wished nothing had happened and remembered all the Godly idols he could. They knew nothing of what had happened at the other end but still prayed for a reason they were actually unaware of. The trepidation could kill them any moment. Tears flowing down their cheeks, they felt as if their lives had come to a dead end - just like a road ends. But theirs had a no U-turn board as well!
How predictable our lives are! Each day even though new on the calendar for all of us, is actually the same as the previous one. You get up at a fixed time, brush your teeth with the same tooth brush, take a shower for a few minutes and grab the morning bus or drive by yourself to reach your college or your working place. There again you have that fixed margin of time before you actually attend your college lectures or begin your work. You go to the same cafeteria and have the same breakfast. Work begins as usual with you thinking daily about your purpose in this place; you then habitually shrug those thoughts off. You certainly are not alone in your college or your workplace. Enter your friends and sometimes even your girlfriend or your boyfriend. The same bunch of people and the nonsense talks and acts you perform with them are the only things that actually keep on changing every day. The day goes on as it usually does – no fusses, no surprises, ‘just the same old routine’ as many would say.
Predictability has for sure become a backbone of your life. You can foretell about the upcoming events or situations that would come in your life eventually. But somewhere you find it very comforting when every day is the same. You feel in charge and find your life is very much under your control, but you hardly know that fate is actually a bitch. When you find your life a ‘picture perfect’ one, it plays its little tricks on you. It has its own game, own players, its own umpire and its own rules. It is playing its game against you and you can hardly do anything for you are reduced to a mere spectator who actually knows nothing of what is coming next. Sometimes, we appreciate these small tricks it plays on us in a positive way and keep on reminding ourselves with the two golden words ‘THINK POSITIVE’. But what if the same trick is so cruel that it takes away all the positivity within you? What if the patience, the determination and the dedication you had developed over the ages to fight back to any difficulty that strikes at your doorsteps gets lost into a void of pain? Our predictable life comes crashing down like a house of cards. Everything that you had planned, every dream of yours that had been fulfilled goes away from you and finally your life plunges into a big ‘CHAOS’.
Chapter 1: How it all began!
"This one is for Aadi", said Nikhil, raising his glass.
Not wine nor alcohol but a glass which contained iced tea. My friends and I were sitting in one of the restaurants near my college. I was giving them a small treat post my first novel release. The masses had liked it and here I was partying with my friends. I introduced Nikhil and Varun to the rest which included Naineesh, Hrushikesh and Ajinkya - other friends form my new college.
“When I was working on my first novel, I really didn't have confidence in my work that it would ever turn out to be good", I said, offering some pizzas to Naineesh.
"Yeah after all some credit has to be given to us!" both Nikhil and Varun boasted. Everyone burst out into laughter, looking at their expressions.
"Aadi always keeps on speaking about both of you", spoke Naineesh, grabbing some garlic breads.
"I have to give them credit; it's because of them that I could really think of writing", I said with a smile.
"Dude, that makes us look small!" remarked Varun.
Everyone smiled. We then spoke about our college lives, how our day began and how it ended. We all being in some or the other medical colleges, found our course to be the most difficult one. Nikhil had ended up with his 12th and was waiting for the results to be declared.
"How's everything going between Saisha and you, Varun?" asked Ajinkya "Like if you don't mind sharing it, because we got a hint of your relationship in Aadi's novel and I am curious to know about your life", he added.
"At the best phase, I can say", replied Varun.
"Ohh, so perfect jodi huh? God bless you both", joked Hrushikesh.
"Thank you Hrushikesh", replied Varun with a huge smile on his face.
"Let's click some selfies, all of you give some good poses", said Nikhil, turning on his mobile camera.
We all went through some photo sessions, forgetting that we had to finish the food kept on the table.
"Are you going to write any novel recently?" Varun asked me.
"I want to, but I am not getting a good story, rather I can't think of one", I replied, scratching my head.
"Think dude. You are so filmy, you will get one", mocked Naineesh laughing.
"Ohh c’mon you're still filmy, don't tell me!" exclaimed Nikhil.
"He is! A lot too much!" added Ajinkya and gave some impetus to the conversation.
Nikhil, Varun and I had not met each other for months and so they hardly new anything about my new life. I was responsible for the long gap as I became rather too busy in my new college life.
"I'll just come, got to pay the bill", I said and made an excuse.
"Look there's he running out of the conversation", Nikhil teased me to which the others laughed.
I ignored them and went on to the counter to pay the bill. I had some refreshment and joined my friends on the table.
"There's big news coming right from the police. The murderer has been caught today by the Pune Police Department", said the news reporter over the news channel.
I paid attention to whatever was been broadcast on the television screen, as I thought it to be something interesting at the first instant.
"Shhh......Please have a look over here", I signaled my friends to reduce their voices and pointed towards the television screen.
"A MBBS student who was found guilty for murdering four people and was missing lately has now been caught by the Pune Police. He was tracked down by the police and was found near the Pune district court. He is now in police custody", the reporter continued.
"Oooo........C’mon how can a MBBS person turn up into a murderer, all of a sudden!" exclaimed Ajinkya.
"Who said all of a sudden? Must be that he had a cruel mind or might be that circumstances turned him into a murderer”, replied Naineesh.
Everyone looked at each other and then we again put our eyes and ears onto the television screen. We all were interested in the news which was being broadcast as it was something related to our very own field - medicine.
“The police say that the guilty didn't try to harm them while he tried to escape. We get news that in order to stop him, ACP Deshmukh fired a bullet on his right leg, thereby capturing him. He will be first taken to the hospital and then to the police station. The police deny giving us any further details on the guilty at the present. Our next news is ..............."
"Here's my next story", I said, pointing towards the screen.
"What? A story on a murderer? Why are you heading into a criminal case?" asked Nikhil, almost in a shock.
“Don’t mess with criminal cases. He is a murderer!" added Varun.
"But he is also a doctor, just what we all are going to become in the next few years and looking at him, I don't think he was a professional killer or a person who will murder someone for his own greed", I replied.
"How can you say that?" Hrushikesh asked me, with a curious face.
"Just because, I think so.......... I have no reason for it", I replied.
"You might be wrong!" added Naineesh, as we all headed towards our bikes.
I sat on my bike and said, "Why not give it a try! I think I should. I will go and have an interview with the accused, collect data from the police and frame everything into a novel and I think there's something more into his life, some bad past, my sixth sense is telling me. If I turn out to be wrong, I'll just give up my plan"
"Hmm..........sounds interesting with the interview thing. I'm in; both of us will go together, what say?" Nikhil gave in.
"Give me a hi-five then", I smiled and then there was an unusual sparkle in my eyes. Confidence within me boosted with the happiness blooming deep inside me, just for having succeeded in overcoming my comfort zone. This was something challenging that I had taken in my stride and was overjoyed to start something new a fresh.
TO THE POLICE STATION:
1st August 2015:
"Are you sure we should be dealing with this?" Nikhil asked me, as we reached the police station.
"Don't worry Nikhil. It's going to be fine, c’mon let's go in", I replied.
We took some good steps and gained a good composure. There was a lot of rush at the police station. It just felt as if we were in some kind of fish market. No-one seemed to pay attention towards us when we made an entry. We waited for a while, thinking of where and how we shall inquire. The entrance was small but tidy. There were a few jeeps parked outside, one behind the other. There was a lot of noise inside with the policemen busy in their work. The telephone constantly ringing made the loudest sound. Though a couple of visitors were sitting on the benches inside, the chaiwala was the most frequent visitor.
"Hmm, bola kay kam ahe? (Speak up, what work you have?)", a police man asked us, as we approached him. He was sitting on a chair and going through some files when I managed to read the name plate on his uniform and learnt his name, written 'A Tambe". I realized he was a sub-inspector from the number of stars he had on his uniform. His fatty tummy could be easily seen. Though his shirt was tucked inside, his belt was so loose that it could fall off any moment. His lips had turned red as he constantly munched a paan or a supari. Without offering us a seat, he went on, “Arey Bolo na kya kam hai? (What work do you have?)”
"Good morning Sir, my name is Aditya. Sir, I wanted to inquire about the recent murder case which involves a doctor”. I was still in the middle of my sentence; still I had already spoken enough to draw the sub-inspector’s attention.
For the first time since we had been there, he looked up from his files, tilted his head sideways and raising it slowly stared at us with utmost suspicion which scared the hell out of Nikhil. He elbowed me and the next moment found me telling the officer that I wanted to convert the guilty’s story into a book and for that I needed his help in order to interview the person. I said whatever I wanted to in a polite tone and took a seat, even though the sub-inspector didn’t offer us any.
"Tumhi Patrakar ka? (Are you a news reporter?) - You are not allowed at the moment", he replied, switching from Marathi to his vernacular English.
"Sir, I am not a news-reporter. I am an author and also a medical student. I just want to write on the case and so I need your support and some information about the case”
"Sahebanchi permission lagel. (I will have to take permission from the senior officer)", he said, carelessly while sipping some water from his bottle and turning a few pages of the file he had been going through.
"So when can we meet him?" asked Nikhil, directly.
"He is busy today, come tomorrow", he replied, no more wanting to entertain us.
We got up from the desk and walked out. Somewhere deep inside, I was filled with a sense of satisfaction. For some reason this approach made me feel that we had succeeded. Still with mixed emotions - happy for the meeting could be possible and disappointed for we had been told to wait, we headed back home.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
For the next few days, Nikhil and I kept on visiting the police station but nothing worthwhile turned up. Almost a fortnight passed and both of us began to lose hopes. Disappointed, I thought of giving up the plan. We were low for a couple of days which was enough for Varun to guess what was wrong. Since our junior college he had always been able to judge our moods and the reason behind it very aptly. He also knew how to get us back on track and so threw a mini party at his place. Like old days we were in his room watching our favorite movie with the right snacks. Both of them seated comfortably in their desired couches, I was restless in my comfortable couch, all the time fidgeting with the color solving block that one would always find on Varun’s table. Giving no justice to the idea of re-living our old days, I was lost into my own world; so much that I didn’t even realize that some-one’s shadow was blocking the way of light. I looked up and discovered Varun’s dad standing besides us. I stood up to greet him. His presence for some reason made the entire environment optimistic. He sat with us and we paused the movie. He offered to play a game of cards. It was little unusual but his company was one of its kinds, so we readily agreed. We started playing our game and uncle started narrating about his school days, his friends and the fun he had with them. He regarded our phase of life to be the best time one could make better use of. He was nostalgic over how his friends and he had all parted their ways to become something in life. He was also happy for one of his friends named ‘ACP Deshmukh’ who had been recently transferred to our city. On hearing this, my head sprung up instantaneously. I knew that ACP Deshmukh was in-charge of the case. It felt as if my face was divided into parts, each having a different expression. Surprise, joy and misery, I couldn’t resist from sharing my interest in the case with Varun’s dad. And what happened next was more than a miracle for us. Varun’s father agreed to help me. He fixed up a meeting for me. I was at the top of the world. I thanked Varun and his parents profusely, till they themselves asked me to stop.
24th August 2015:
We reached the police station, well before time. We were asked to wait for a while as the officer was busy in some work. We waited for an hour and then we were asked to head into the officer's cabin.
While we were entering inside the cabin, we made a special effort to read the name plate outside his cabin hosting 'ACP R. Deshmukh'
Both Varun and Mr. Deshmukh greeted each other in an informal way and later Varun introduced us. We were asked to have a seat. Looking at Mr. Deshmukh, he seemed to be in the mid 40's. With a dusky complexion, he had a very good physique. He was smartly dressed which added to his attractive personality, enough that anybody with ease could have said that he was not one of those whose intelligence could be outwitted. We told him the reason of us being there and what we wanted, in a very polite manner.
"Dekho, interview with the accused is little difficult at present, still after some days you can try. Keeping safety issues into consideration, there are rules which don't allow strangers to meet the accused. At the same time his violence also imposes threat, so I can't really allow you three", ACP .R. Deshmukh told us.
We asked him if there was any way out and requested him to allow us to meet the murderer but he turned down our wishes and rather asked us to try again after some months. We felt disappointed but were left with no other option.
"Sir, can you tell us about the person, if you don't have a problem", I asked the officer.
"Well, I really don't want to disappoint you, so I will try but it would be in short, for I am very busy at the moment with some of the other cases I am dealing with", he replied, folding his hands and leaning back on his chair.
He took a pause and rang the bell to call one of his attendants.
"Sawant char chaha aana (Sawant, bring four cups of tea)”, he ordered his attendant. He again took a pause and then added, "Special one!"
ACP. R. Deshmukh Began:
15th May 2015:
It was my first day in Pune, after being transferred from Mumbai. Everyone greeted me with a very warm welcome. The former officer, 'Mr. ACP Lokhande' handed me the charge of the jurisdiction, after the department celebrated his farewell with mixed emotions. He was transferred to Amravati, a place far off from Pune.
After I settled in my cabin, I called my sub-ordinates inside for a small round of briefing. They explained to me about the regions that came under my jurisdiction.
"There is a case of murder - a very brutal one, which has made the situation pretty tense, since the past few days", Inspector Bhosale told me, after I asked them about some of the on-going cases.
He placed the 'FIR' file in front of me and continued briefing me, "Saheb, recently a son of a businessman had been murdered. His name was Rohan Khanna"
"When did this occur?" I asked him, as I was going through the FIR statement given by Rohan Khanna's parents.
"On 10th May, sir", he replied.
“That is 5 days back”, I remarked.
"Yes sir”, replied Inspector Bhosale, promptly.
“Rohan’s body was found in his residence. On investigations, we came to know that he was all alone in the house, where he had been murdered. On inspecting his body, we found marks and scars which suggested that both of them had got into some sort of fight. The whole bedroom was a mess. With blood all around, things shattered, mirror and glasses broken and the chair broken into pieces, it was a very dreadful scene. The chair had a rope wound around it, which signaled that Rohan had been tied there for a while. On examining his body, it seemed he had been tortured before being killed. His head and face had tremendous injuries with glass pieces pierced inside. Probably, because he had been banged on the mirror and been hit with various glass objects. He had bruises everywhere on his body. His body showed signs of a knife being stabbed several times with a great amount of force", Inspector Bhosale continued briefing me.
I took a deep breath, imagining the scene enough to get goose bumps on my skin.
After a long pause, I asked, "Any progress in finding out the murderer?"
"No sir, even after interrogating in the neighborhood, we couldn’t get any eye-witnesses. Who-ever he is; is a monster and has a cruel mind, sir"
"We need to find him immediately, Bhosale", I said firmly, getting up from my chair
"Yes sir, we will definitely find him”, he replied, in a promising voice. He took a pause and continued, "Sir, the same day another murder took place near 11 -E-streets in Koregaon Park. A body was found in a Honda-city car, shot to death. A part of his skull had been chipped off; the blood been spluttered on the window and the windshield. We were lucky enough to find his driving license. On checking it we got his personal information. The person shot dead was Suraj Dixit. The shots were close ranged. Probably, the murderer was in the car"
"Didn't anyone see the murder take place?" I asked.
"No sir, again no eye-witnesses. The car was parked under a tree, near a dead end; nobody heard a gun-shot as there aren’t any residential areas nearby”
"What was Suraj doing there?"
“We don't know, sir. On checking the vehicle and Suraj’s body, there seemed no signs of any fight or resistance from his end. We found a gun in his car. To everybody’s surprise, the twist in the story is that the gun was issued in the name of Rohan Khanna. It was his personal gun"
"What!" I exclaimed. "So, there is a possibility that he might have murdered Suraj", I continued.
"Even, we thought the same, sir. On inquiry, we came to know that Suraj and Rohan were friends. The fact that there were no signs of any fight in the car almost strengthened our assumptions, until the post-mortem reports arrived. They said that Rohan's death had occurred few minutes prior to Suraj's death"
"That makes it even clearer. There is a common murderer between the two. How long is 11-E- street from Rohan's house?" I went on.
"Two kilometers sir", he replied promptly.
"And one thing sir, I forgot to mention that Suraj had received a call from Rohan's mobile, at about 5.30 in the evening on the same day. Rohan's death occurred around 5.45 pm and Suraj's death around 6.15 pm", continued Inspector Bhosale.
I took some time to think, drank a glass of water and said, "There can be two suppositions:
A) Rohan knew that there was a threat to their lives and so called up Suraj.
OR
B) Rohan called Suraj when the murderer was present there, only because he had compelled Rohan to do so.
I went through the files and checked Rohan's and Suraj's personal information.
- Both studied in the same college and were pursuing BSc.
- Both were 22 years old, Rohan being a month elder than Suraj.
"Let's go to Rohan's house, take two policemen with us", I ordered, getting up from my chair.
Within the next half an hour, we reached Rohan's house.
"Any news about the murderer, sir?" asked Rohan's father, worriedly, as we stepped inside their house.
"No Sir, we are working on it. Please kindly co-operate with us; we want to investigate this place again", replied Inspector Bhosale.
With a negative response from our end, Rohan's mother burst out into tears. It made me feel sorry for her.
She went on saying, "He was my only son. What will I do without him? How should I live?"
I tried giving her moral support by assuring to find the guilty at the earliest, but that didn't really help change the situation.
Our profession falls under those few ones where we are supposed to punish the guilty but situations punish the innocents beforehand. As human beings, even our heart aches but we have to keep our emotions aside, as our profession demands so. With a rock solid heart, we entered into Rohan's bedroom where the crime had taken place. Although, the room had been cleaned and everything was kept in its proper place, Inspector Bhosale again briefed me about the scene. I checked for few clues, in case the murderer had left any. I checked the drawers, his cupboard, had a word with his parents and the maid, to know about their where - abouts when the crime had taken place. None were in the house on that day. I was astonished by their answers.
To confirm certain things, I asked the maid to bring a glass a water to drink. When she came with one, I asked her to keep it on the table. Later, I picked up the same glass of water, with my gloves on, threw the water into the sink and put the glass inside the investigation bag to hand over the same to the forensic department for examining her finger-prints. We already had Rohan's shirt and watch in our custody, all we needed was to check if the fingerprints on the glass matched with the ones on his shirt.
"Where is Rohan's mobile?" I asked Bhosale.
"Sir, it's been missing. We tried finding it over the GPS but the mobile is not reachable since the crime day. Same has happened with Suraj's mobile. We tried tracking them, but failed for it seems the sim card has been removed from the device. We can track the murderer, once he or she turns them on", he replied.
“It is definitely a man’s work, the brutality shows it”, I replied, in a confident voice.
"Where were they last traced?" I further asked Inspector Bhosale.
"At 11-E-streets, sir. Probably after Suraj's murder, he removed the sim card"
Then once again I was only physically present out there but mentally in the deepest level of my thinking zone. I was completely clueless of what we shall be doing next. I searched through one of his drawers and found a photo lying in there. I took it out of the drawer. There were three boys in the photo. On extreme left was Suraj and on extreme right was Rohan, with an unknown face for us in the middle. I inquired about the unknown person to Rohan's parents and discovered that he was Rohan's friend named Ajay. I asked about his where-abouts and noted down his contact number. I then asked Bhosale to make a call on the number but he came up saying that the number had been switched off.
"What are you thinking sir?" he continued
"There can again be two suppositions:
A) Ajay is the third one to be murdered.
OR
B) He himself is the murderer.
There is something in common between the three of them"
Meanwhile, Inspector Bhosale received a call from the control room.
After the call ended, he came up to me and said, "Saheb, Suraj's mobile was turned on five minutes ago and a call has been made on an unknown number"
"Where was the mobile last traced?" I asked gaining some pace and walking out of the house.
"Sir, at Swargate and is still there”, Bhosale responded promptly and followed me hurriedly
"Send a police team immediately at that location", I ordered, as we stepped inside the car.
"What was the conversation that took place between the two?" I continued.
"Sir, the murderer said, come-meet me and don't attend any calls from any unknown number. It seems sir that they had a conversation before by some another number"
"Hmm, probably, trace the number now. I am sure it's Ajay who was on the other end"
Bhosale turned on the GPS and said, "Sir, the person who was on the other end is heading toward Sinhagad road"
I immediately asked the driver to head towards the location. Sinhagad was poles apart from our location. Swargate where the murderer's mobile was traced came in the midway and Katraj came next where Ajay lived. Sinhagad road was few kilometers away from Katraj. It was difficult for us to reach there in time, so I asked the driver to hurry up.
"Keep tracking the person who was on the other end; let's assume him to be Ajay", I ordered Inspector Bhosale.
"Sir, he stopped at some lane connecting Sinhagad road"
"We have to be quick then, speed up", I said to the driver.
"Sir, but Suraj's mobile location is still in Swargate", Inspector Bhosale interrupted me.
"No point Bhosale. Tithe kahi milnar nahi (we won’t get anything there). Ask other team to reach at Swargate, we can't afford to waste time there"
Our car raced down the road. I was sweating out of stress. Being my first day, I knew nothing about Pune and its roads. I couldn't suggest any short-cuts; all I did was depend on Inspector Bhosale and the driver. It was one of those cases where everybody involved was filled with anxiety, nervousness and uncertainty.
The next instance, we received a call from the other police team saying that they had found Suraj's mobile at Swargate, but there were no signs of the person who carried it. My assumption turned out to be correct. The mobile had been thrown on the street and the murderer had headed somewhere else.
"Quite an intelligent person!" I exclaimed to myself.
Speeding down the roads, we reached the location where Ajay's mobile had been detected over the GPS. As we came to a dead end, I saw an Audi parked there. I raced towards the car but there were no signs of Ajay.
There was a small house nearby, made up of bricks where almost no human activity would have ever taken place. The place seemed like a haunted one, with overgrown grasses around – just like we see in any of the horror movies. The bushes were un-maintained with the uneven grass growing in a shabby fashion. Garbage was all over the place. As we went towards the house, I discovered some blood on the ground. Later, we found a body lying there. I turned the body around and found it to be Ajay. I checked his pulse but was of no use. He was already cold. We wore our gloves and started investigating the area. I called on the unknown number and found it to be ringing in Ajay's pocket itself. It was probably Ajay's secondary number which we were unaware of. Ajay had been brutally killed, worse than Rohan. His lower body was naked and a glass bottle was inserted through his anal canal and then had been broken there itself. His face had bruises. Lastly, he had been cut by his throat to end the torture.
I felt sorry for him. I was enraged from within.
'How could someone be so cruel?” I thought.
After investigating the body thoroughly, I called an ambulance and the body was dispatched for autopsy. Although there was nothing more left to be cut in the body, it was a murder case and rules had to be followed. The murderer was on a killing spree and I felt worried for the innocent lives put to threat.
"Saheb, apli vat lagli ata (Sir, we are finished now)", remarked Inspector Bhosale, as we sat in our car.
"Why? What happened now?" I asked him, in a tensed voice.
"Saheb, ha Ajay, minister joshincha mulga ahe (Sir, this Ajay is a son of minister Joshi)"
I was left puzzled, out of words. Now this piece of information was enough to guess that we were going to have a few sleepless nights.
Soon I received calls from minister's PA, some higher ranking officers and then finally the minister. We were called for an immediate meeting by the IG. Later, minister Joshi called in for a small meeting. He couldn't control his emotions; still he managed to speak and ordered us to find the culprit at the earliest. Pressure from higher officers, the department, politicians, coupled with some stress that was already pressing us from within, increased our work load. It was my first day in the city and I knew very less about it as I wasn't even acquainted to the changes, but still kept my mind focused on the case.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
16th May 2015:
New day began with bright morning and a sparkling sunshine, but for many the brightness wasn’t enough to overpower the darkness of their lives. All of them were under the blanket of gloominess and were waiting for a ray of hope that could bring justice to the innocent lives. We had been working for the whole night. Various political workers dashed to the police station, ordering us to find the guilty as soon as possible. All other cases were set aside. Thinking on the case, making various permutations and combinations, my head started aching. In all this chaos why should the media feel left out! They didn’t leave a single chance to add fuel to the already tensed situations.
"Sir, what do you think? Who must be behind these consecutive murders?" asked one reporter.
The other asked, "What measures is the police department undertaking?"
The third one asked, "Muljrim ko pakdne mai aur kitna time lagega? Kya aap bata sakte hain? (How much time do you need to catch the murderer? Can you tell us?)"
To all of them who bombarded such questions on us, Inspector Bhosale and I replied in unison, "We are trying our best, the whole department is working on the case and we will find the murderer soon"
Some not so generous said, "Tumhala nahi watat, police department aaropi la pakdayla asamarth ahe (Don't you think the police department is incapable in catching the murderer?)"
All we did was avoiding them and return back to our work. I called in all the staff members for a short meeting. Our department's prestige was at stake and this was again coupled with my will to nab the murderer. Also, I could feel my rage well up inside, ever since I saw the brutality with which all the three people had been killed.
"Sir, there was some court case a few months back on the three who have been murdered", Inspector Bhosale provided his input for the case. Finally, we were getting somewhere close; the mystery was step by step unleashing itself.
"I want the file. Bring in all the details you can get, at the earliest", I ordered all the staff members in general.
In almost fifteen minutes, Inspector Bhosale came back with his information and handed it to me. I went through all the contents of the case filed. I checked the person's name, who had pulled the three dead to the court. I gathered all information about him.
Personal information:
Name - Rohit Jadhav
Age - 25
Profession - Student, completed M.B.B.S. from B***** Medical College in 2014
On ringing up the officials, I found out some information about the lawyer who was in-charge of the case. His name was L. Mohite.
"Track Mohite now, he is the next target", I said, getting up from the chair.
Inspector Bhosale dialed his number but the lawyer's assistant said that his boss was busy in a case. So, we decided to head towards the court and reached there in no time. We parked our car inside the court premise and waited for the court session to end. It took a lot of time, but finally we saw the lawyer heading out of the court. I stepped out of the car and began walking towards him, but all of a sudden a man came running out of nowhere and stabbed the lawyer twice in his abdomen. Before, we could even sense of what had happened, he was done with his job.
The next minute or maybe even less than that - I didn’t count, the crowd began shouting and few of them gathered around the body. A few others started running here and there, setting in another chaotic scene. The murderer began running in the opposite direction. I ran behind him. He passed the main entrance of the court. I followed him, while Inspector Bhosale gained some pace, following me. He ran at full pace and I kept my speed. The chase was on. He ran down the alley and I increased my speed. I came nearer to him and held him by his collar. He still kept running. The very next moment, he slipped from my hands.
Inspector Bhosale kept on shouting continuously, "Stop! Stop! Stop Now!”
On the other hand, our driver followed us in our police Jeep. The court security also assisted us. I continued my chase, held his shirt, jumping off from a few steps of the entrance of a park nearby. He fell on the ground. I punched him hard.
He pleaded, "Please, please let me go; I have an important work to do, please!"
'Was he mentally sick?' I thought. He had murdered a person, just few minutes ago and now was pleading for me letting him go, just because he had some important work.
"What work?" I shouted, with another punch on his face.
"Please, sir, I'll come back again, please let me go. Trust me I will surrender", he continued pleading.
"What work?" I asked him again, raising my voice and catching him by his collar as he tried to run.
"I have to kill a person, please let me go", he said.
'He certainly was a nut-case', I came to a conclusion.
After solving 60+ murder cases and being a part of at least a century, this was for the first time ever that a murderer was pleading for letting him go so that he could kill someone else.
"I promise I will come back", he said and pushed me back.
He started running again.
"Stop!" I shouted.
(He didn't)
"Freeze!" I shouted again.
(He didn't)
Finally I was left with no choice. I took out my gun and taking a good aim, pulled the trigger. The bullet hit below his knee cap and he started limping. I ran towards him and held him. He tried his best to run again and kept on shouting, "Please let me go!”
I held him by his collar and dragged him inside the police jeep, which had arrived until then.
24th August 2015 (The Present):
Our mouths were wide open. We were over-awed by surprise and were terrified by whatever the officer had just said.
"He must be seriously mentally ill!" exclaimed Varun.
"Like how could he just plead for letting him go for killing someone else? I guess he has some split identity, what do you think Nikhil?" he continued.
Nikhil didn't reply. He was shocked by the cruelty and so was I.
"Sir, but why did he kill the four of them? There must be some reason right?" I asked the officer.
"A cruel mind, that's all I can say, as of now", he replied.
We could sense that there was something the officer was trying to hide.
"Are you hiding something Sir?" Varun dared to ask.
"Look boys, I can't tell you everything at the present. Whatever, Rohit Jadhav - the murderer told me, I can't disclose it. It might be that he is trying to fool me. I am not even permitted to disclose the court case, for firstly I will have to confirm certain things. His friend Alok who is originally from Satara and who is pursuing his post graduation course in B***** college has been asked to report in sometime. We will confirm certain facts with him as he is Rohit’s best-friend and they both were in the same college, that's what we know at the moment"
"Okay Sir, thank you for all the help. That was more than a shock for us", terrified Nikhil replied.
"Please don't disclose these things at the present", the officer told us.
We agreed to it in unison. We then thanked him again for his precious time. He later asked us about our very own lifestyle - that's our colleges and what we were pursuing to which we replied one by one.
On leaving the police station Nikhil asked me, "Now what next?"
I was quiet for a while and then replied, "Let's go to Alok's college"
"And how are we suppose to know where Alok studies?" Varun asked me, absent-mindedly.
"If you remember the officer did mention Alok's college. He said Alok is studying for some post graduation course in B***** college, remember?" I asked him.
"Oh yeah! I almost forgot that!" exclaimed Varun, as he sat on his bike.
We decided to call it a day and Nikhil and I planned to find Alok the very next day. Varun had some work so; he said that he wouldn't join us. It was going to be tough tracking Alok but we didn't think of giving up. With whatever the police officer said, I had made up an assumption that nowhere Rohit seemed to be an innocent guy. I lost a few hopes in whatever I had stated of Rohit having something more into his life, some kind of a bad past that made him a criminal. Every time I thought of him, a villainous face came in front of me, just like those on TV’s – shabbily dressed, unshaven beard, long messy hair, ragged clothes, unhealed scars and violence filled eyes. Sometimes, I even felt that his desperate want, which appeared more than a want but a need was just not a crime; probably there was an unhealed deep wound inside him. Was he the real negative character or were the four people the real villains of his story?
FINDING ALOK- Gathering pieces of a jigsaw puzzle:
Early in the morning on the 25th of August, Nikhil and I left for Alok's college. Unaware of the college timings and what Alok was pursuing, we landed up in the college office. It was around 10 am in my clock and I approached one of the clerks over there and asked him about Alok to which we very well knew the only reply we would get, "Kon Alok? Surname batao...........Aur hum aise kisiki jankari nahi de sakte" (Who Alok? What is his surname? We can't disclose anyone's identity).
‘Who the hell knows his surname?’ I said to myself.
I asked Nikhil to search in some other department or inquire somewhere else. I also asked him to be in contact with me. We split the very next minute. I head towards the college canteen, asked a few mature students who seemed to be pursuing post-graduation courses. I checked a lot of people passing by and had a look at the name plates pinned to their white aprons.
Going all the way through the college and the hospital, I almost found it impossible to trace Alok. While I was passing through one of the corridors, I saw 'Alok' written on one of the student's name plates. I stopped him immediately and started talking to him. On inquiring about him, I mentioned 'Rohit's name' and all I came to know was:
- "Yes, I am Alok"
- "Yes, I am pursuing a post-graduation course over here"
- "Rohit? ......Yeah I know him................ he must be in the canteen"
"Canteen?" I asked, confused by his answer.
And to my disappointment he was talking about some 'Rohit Mehta' and not ‘Rohit Jadhav'
"Did you find him?” Nikhil asked me as we met in the parking area, about an hour later.
"No", I replied, with my hands in my pocket and kicking those pebbles lying on the uneven parking ground. I was rather more irritated than being upset.
It seemed almost impossible finding Alok. We finally decided to give up and departed to our bikes. When there is no hope and no way out, certainly that’s where luck plays its role. Somewhere, a miracle takes place and that's what happened next. We had been searching for Alok and the very moment we gave up, I saw a 'MH-11' white Alto car entering into the parking area.
'MH-11 and it is Satara', struck my head. ACP Deshmukh had stated about his hometown.
We head towards the person and as we went closer to him, we saw 'Alok' written on his batch. Somewhere, again hopes rose in my heart. We approached the person and I began asking him different questions – his name and if he knew anyone named Rohit. Initially, he tried to avoid us but later on disclosing our identity and what we were up to, he co-operated with us. He was the person whom we had been looking for and finally we had succeeded in finding him. Probably, destiny brought him towards us.
"I want to write about Rohit's life. I think there is something more than what the media and the police are telling us. Can you please co-operate with us and if possible spare some time for the same?" I requested Alok.
"Ahh...... It's a little difficult. You know, he is in the police custody and it is kind of difficult for everyone", replied Alok, fearing if any problems that are perishing with time might fall upon him.
We tried to convince him a lot, but he smartly pressed upon our request with innumerable excuses.
"Isn’t he your friend? Can't you do a little for him?" Nikhil questioned Alok.
Alok remained silent for a while. He was thinking of something, probably was confused or maybe disturbed by that question.
"Please, at least for Rohit", I tried convincing him.
He still remained quiet and then replied, "Only for him, I can try and you don't seem to mess with it, so I can dare to pour my heart out"
"Yeah, we promise that we won't get you into any sort of trouble and I would write on his life, only after your consent", I replied back, with some joy in me for finally having succeeded in convincing him.
We decided the venue and time. Alok being quite busy and I having my college in the morning, we chose to meet at a time around 6 pm, the next day at Alok's place. He had rented a flat in Pune.
Nikhil and I as decided reached Alok's house at 6 pm sharp, the very next day. He offered us a seat in the hall. I glanced through his flat. In spite of him staying by himself, I found the rooms to be very well maintained. It didn't seem to be a college going student's flat. Nowhere it seemed shabby, clustered or in a state of mayhem.
To describe Alok, he had a dusky complexion, straight hair, was about 5 feet 8 inches in height and wasn’t a pot-bellied. He had spectacles and that suited him quite well.
He offered us water and brought in some ready-made snacks; probably he had ordered it from somewhere, sometime ago as we two were expected to arrive.
"Make yourself comfortable. Please! Feel at home", said Alok, with a smile.
We smiled back and thanked him. We chatted for a while about general things and many a times Alok would mention Rohit in some or the other topic, which indicated that they might have been the best of all friends. After about half an hour, we requested Alok to start telling us about Rohit's life, from the very beginning. He agreed to it and I removed my pen and a notebook for writing down as many details as I could.
Taking a deep breath, Alok began.........................
That was all! Read the full story! Get your copy from amazon.in
http://www.amazon.in/dp/9385137654
Check out the book teasers:
September 17, 2016
Into the top 100
Into the top 100
IN A BLINK OF AN EYE enters into the top 100 books in Indian Writing at amazon.in. Now at 98th position. Keep ordering. Aiming at top 10 #resolution
Available at Amazon.in
Order: http://www.amazon.in/dp/9385137654
Follow me:
1) Facebook Page : https://www.facebook.com/aadi9626/
2) Instagram: aadi_96
Aditya Nighot
IN A BLINK OF AN EYE enters into the top 100 books in Indian Writing at amazon.in. Now at 98th position. Keep ordering. Aiming at top 10 #resolution
Available at Amazon.in
Order: http://www.amazon.in/dp/9385137654
Follow me:
1) Facebook Page : https://www.facebook.com/aadi9626/
2) Instagram: aadi_96
Aditya Nighot
September 10, 2016
In a Blink of an Eye review
Sayan Basak reviews my novel IN A BLINK OF AN EYE. He rates it 4/5, how much do you rate? Grab your copy today and go on a trip of true love! Book available at Pustakmandi.com and Amazon.in at discounted rates.
Read the full review here:
https://amibideshini.wordpress.com/20...
Links to the book:
1) Amazon.in: http://www.amazon.in/dp/9385137654
2) Pustakmandi.com : https://www.pustakmandi.com/In-A-Blin...
Reach me at:
1) Facebook Page: www.facebook.com/aadi9626/
2) Instagram: aadi_96
Read the full review here:
https://amibideshini.wordpress.com/20...
Links to the book:
1) Amazon.in: http://www.amazon.in/dp/9385137654
2) Pustakmandi.com : https://www.pustakmandi.com/In-A-Blin...
Reach me at:1) Facebook Page: www.facebook.com/aadi9626/
2) Instagram: aadi_96
July 21, 2016
Book teaser
Check out the first teaser of my upcoming romantic thriller book IN A BLINK OF AN EYE. Click on the link below to watch the teaser.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S1eA9...
To order a copy simply whatsapp on 9623068037 or find a copy on Pustakmandi.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S1eA9...
To order a copy simply whatsapp on 9623068037 or find a copy on Pustakmandi.
May 9, 2016
Giveaway contest
Get a free author signed personalized gifted copy of U n Me..It's Complicated!!! All you have to do is participate in the contest organized on the author's official Facebook Page. Click on the link below to participate:
www.facebook.com/aadi9626/
Discounted copies available on Flipkart and Amazon.
U n Me....It's Complicated!!!
www.facebook.com/aadi9626/
Discounted copies available on Flipkart and Amazon.
U n Me....It's Complicated!!!
January 9, 2016
New Year Resolution
The year is 9 days old and many of you might have already embarked on fulfilling your new year resolutions.
New year and a new start for all of us. With a few of us happy with newly made relationships and few depressed with lost love, we enter into this new year. On the foundations of positivity and new beginning to bad phases of life, U n Me...It's Complicated!!! deals with complicated relationships.
Grab your copy today (available on amazon and flipkart) and live this year with positive thoughts.
http://dl.flipkart.com/dl/u-n-meit-s-...
http://www.amazon.in/gp/offer-listing...
New year and a new start for all of us. With a few of us happy with newly made relationships and few depressed with lost love, we enter into this new year. On the foundations of positivity and new beginning to bad phases of life, U n Me...It's Complicated!!! deals with complicated relationships.
Grab your copy today (available on amazon and flipkart) and live this year with positive thoughts.
http://dl.flipkart.com/dl/u-n-meit-s-...
http://www.amazon.in/gp/offer-listing...
November 21, 2015
Love not worth dying for
U n Me....It's Complicated!!!U n ME...It's Complicated!!! has been getting positive reviews since its release. The book proves that love is not worth dying for. In other sense, suicide is not the way out of one's problems.
To go on a trip of love, grab your copy by just clicking on the Flipkart and amazon links below:
http://www.flipkart.com/u-n-meit-s-co...
http://www.amazon.in/gp/offer-listing...
To go on a trip of love, grab your copy by just clicking on the Flipkart and amazon links below:
http://www.flipkart.com/u-n-meit-s-co...
http://www.amazon.in/gp/offer-listing...
October 9, 2015
The Big sale
Hello friends,
The flipkart big sale is back. Get additional discount on the book U n Me...It's Complicated!!! As the title of the book goes every person has one complicated relationship with some or the other individual in his/ her life. This book will take you on a trip of true love and make you a better person without being preachy.
So, grab your copies today or gift one to your beloved ones. Don't miss the offer.
http://dl.flipkart.com/dl/u-n-meit-s-...
The flipkart big sale is back. Get additional discount on the book U n Me...It's Complicated!!! As the title of the book goes every person has one complicated relationship with some or the other individual in his/ her life. This book will take you on a trip of true love and make you a better person without being preachy.
So, grab your copies today or gift one to your beloved ones. Don't miss the offer.
http://dl.flipkart.com/dl/u-n-meit-s-...
