The vibration of his mobile phone was a welcome break for Shiva. He had been dreaming. He felt at least someone remembered him and messaged him. He expected it to be a forward. But even that was ok! He needed a break from his mental trauma.
He picked up the mobile and looked at it. It was from an unknown number. He opened it. He thought of Shweta before the message was displayed.
When it opened, he couldn’t believe what he read! Hope filled his mind like sea water filling a sinking ship! Why had she signed it off with that? Why was she so particular about ‘The US’?
But she was safe. It made him forget all his pains. Shweta was still nearby!
He called Shakthi. The inspector said he would come over as soon as possible. Shiva was beginning to get excited again. He had lost any hope of finding her. The police had turned up with no clues for 3 days now. There were no witnesses either. He was the only other witness. And he could not provide them much information. He had noticed just a few things. The car which Shweta’s captors used carried Maharashtra registration. It was a black Sonata with a ‘trishul’ sticker stuck to its windscreen at the back. Its glasses were tinted bluish green.
His thoughts were interrupted by the Shakthi’s sudden entry. His shirt was wet with sweat. He apologized for the delayed arrival. His car had stalled in the middle and he had to run a few blocks before reaching there.
Shiva showed Shakthi the message he received. Shiva was not able to talk, with the bandages around his jaw. Shakthi could see the enthusiasm in the boy. Shakthi analysed the message. Then Shakthi asked Shiva, “What is the confirmation that this message was really from Shweta? Someone in that gang could have sent it across to confuse and mislead!”
This made Shiva think. The reason for her insistence on ‘The US’ struck his mind. Shiva wanted to tell something. But he experienced pain when he tried to talk. Shakthi placed a paper and pencil near his left hand. Shiva wrote slowly and as clearly as he could. After he finished, Shakthi read its content. “Few days ago we were talking about the USA. While we talked, I mentioned the name as ‘The US’. She complimented me by telling I was the only one who used that word correctly and that she had never before heard anyone else mentioning the name as ‘The US’. This message is definitely from her inspector. No one else knows about that conversation. Please help her. Please rescue her from that bastard. Please… Go there soon! Please sir…” Shakthi looked at Shiva. Shiva was crying. The inspector felt a pang of pain in his heart; such young hearts, such powerful love. He was moved seeing their attachment. This guy was treated for broken bones. And he still cried for his girl. It was very new to Shakthi. He then patted Shiva on his head and hurriedly walked off.
He picked up the mobile and looked at it. It was from an unknown number. He opened it. He thought of Shweta before the message was displayed.
When it opened, he couldn’t believe what he read! Hope filled his mind like sea water filling a sinking ship! Why had she signed it off with that? Why was she so particular about ‘The US’?
But she was safe. It made him forget all his pains. Shweta was still nearby!
He called Shakthi. The inspector said he would come over as soon as possible. Shiva was beginning to get excited again. He had lost any hope of finding her. The police had turned up with no clues for 3 days now. There were no witnesses either. He was the only other witness. And he could not provide them much information. He had noticed just a few things. The car which Shweta’s captors used carried Maharashtra registration. It was a black Sonata with a ‘trishul’ sticker stuck to its windscreen at the back. Its glasses were tinted bluish green.
His thoughts were interrupted by the Shakthi’s sudden entry. His shirt was wet with sweat. He apologized for the delayed arrival. His car had stalled in the middle and he had to run a few blocks before reaching there.
Shiva showed Shakthi the message he received. Shiva was not able to talk, with the bandages around his jaw. Shakthi could see the enthusiasm in the boy. Shakthi analysed the message. Then Shakthi asked Shiva, “What is the confirmation that this message was really from Shweta? Someone in that gang could have sent it across to confuse and mislead!”
This made Shiva think. The reason for her insistence on ‘The US’ struck his mind. Shiva wanted to tell something. But he experienced pain when he tried to talk. Shakthi placed a paper and pencil near his left hand. Shiva wrote slowly and as clearly as he could. After he finished, Shakthi read its content. “Few days ago we were talking about the USA. While we talked, I mentioned the name as ‘The US’. She complimented me by telling I was the only one who used that word correctly and that she had never before heard anyone else mentioning the name as ‘The US’. This message is definitely from her inspector. No one else knows about that conversation. Please help her. Please rescue her from that bastard. Please… Go there soon! Please sir…” Shakthi looked at Shiva. Shiva was crying. The inspector felt a pang of pain in his heart; such young hearts, such powerful love. He was moved seeing their attachment. This guy was treated for broken bones. And he still cried for his girl. It was very new to Shakthi. He then patted Shiva on his head and hurriedly walked off.
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