Chapter – 3

Recap :

William and Joseph are on a bike ride .

Napolean, accepted the Murder of the Politician, arrested and kept in Mumbai Prison.

Jwala Trivedi, the police Officer (Assistant Commissioner) is transferred to Chennai.

Vedha sri, daughter of businessman Ramprasadh, is missing.

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It’s been Nine hours since they have started their Journey. The Enfield was racing down in the Bangalore-Pune Highway.
It was dark.
Both Joseph and William felt Hungry, they stopped by a Motel. The Motel was free, no one around there. They parked the Enfield and went inside the Motel.
The Motel is a small Building, with the Chairs lined up outside the building with awning. Joseph and William Knew that they are going to have a long ride. So, they ordered less and started eating.
The Black Enfield was shining by the Motel Tubelights.
suddenly a Black jeep at high speed crashed onto the Enfield. The Enfield fell on the Muddy ground.
Both William and Joseph saw this and ran near the Enfield. Joseph was enraged and shouted “Idiot”
William went near the jeep and saw the person sitting inside. William was aghast. The person was blood-spattered and unconscious.
At the Same Instance, Joseph came near the Jeep and saw the men in blood cover.
For Some Time, both didn’t realize what they have seen and they couldn’t believe their eyes. William was the first one to awake and looked at the person carefully and said “He is a Cop”
Joseph wised up and said, “He is been Shot”.
The Person around them suddenly started to murmur, Both William and Joseph noticed he was alive. Joseph ran towards the Motel owner and asked “Hey, there is a police officer shot, is there a hospital nearby”
The Motel Owner acted very Normal and said “No”
Joseph was amused in seeing the reaction of the Motel Owner.
William Shouted “Joseph, Be Fast. we might lose him “
Joseph asked the Motel Owner “Hey Man, give me a proper reply. Is there any hospital down here”
The butler who was listening to all this conversation said Joseph “Sir, you go by this road for 7 KM, there is a small clinic”
The Motel owner angrily shouted at the Butler.
Joseph bid thanks to the butler, threw a 500 rupees note on the face of the Motel owner for the unfinished meal, and ran towards William.
“William, 7Km by this road, we can reach a clinic. You take the Car, I will follow in the bike”
Both William and Joseph shifted the Police officer. As the officer was leaner, it was easy to shift him to the Aisle seat.
William looked at the badge. The badge was covered with blood. He wiped the badge and spelled the name of the police officer “Mrutyunjay”
William ignited the Engine and started racing down the road.
Joseph picked up his Enfield and started the Bike. The Bike troubled for some time.
Joseph said to the bike “Not Now, Please”.
After few more kicks, it started with a strange sound, he saw the motel owner, he looked sinister.
Joseph started to follow the bike.
William was very quick and was driving fast when he heard the murmurs of the Police officer.
The Police Officer murmured “Hey” and took a small chit from his pocket and tried giving it to William.
William said “Man, Don’t Stress, you will be fine”
The Police Officer Stressed again and said “Hey, take this”
William after seeing it got the chit with his left hand and looked at it while driving.
He Jammed on the Breaks, after seeing the word written in it, the car almost skidded off.
A car that came behind William’s car almost smashed into them, but that driver somehow changed the path of the car and both survived the accident.
The Word written in the chit was “Find William”.

Chennai.
Jwala was seeing Chennai for the first time in her life. The Sun was starting to come down as hard as it can be on the people. But still, no people cared about it. Everyone was running towards something.
Jwala was Staying near Besant Nagar.
she went jogging on the beach sand in joggers wear and was looking at people walking and jogging in many places.
She was jogging around the beach for a long time.
Her phone alarmed and notified her that its time for her to get ready for her first day in Chennai as Assistant Commissioner.
She started running towards her room.

Chennai, Commissioner Office.
Jwala went into the Commissioner’s office. Every police officer in the office saluted her. Jwala has always been hard to herself. At a very young age, she decided to become a police officer and serve the country. She was determined and she took the UPSC Exams and cleared it in her second attempt.
Jwala never had a personal life. After Joining the Police Department, she never looked back or thought about it. She was persistent and determined to achieve something in her life. That’s the reason she has been able to reach this level at a very young age.
Jwala had the first day feelings. She went to meet the commissioner in his cabin to get the proper first-day acknowledgment.
The Constable who was guarding the gate asked her to wait. Jwala sat down in the chair nearby and saw the name of the commissioner outside his cabin “Perumal Murugan”.
Jwala spelled it again.
The Constable was young, tall, and shrewd. The constable asked Jwala “Madam, Entha oor”
Jwala didn’t understand it.
Jwala before coming to Chennai learned how to convey to the people that she didn’t know Tamil and prepared herself to say “Tamil theriyaathu” stumblingly.
The constable smiled and then said in English “No Problem Madam, you will learn Tamil Fastly, This is TamilNadu, Everyone Comes here and We receive them and make them great if good”
She was shocked and the Constable understood it and replied “Bachelor of Arts in English Literature”
She Nodded at the Constable and the constable said “All the Best Madam”
Suddenly, the Commissioners voice broke the cabin door and came out “Muthu, Ullae anuppu (Send her in)”
The Constable politely asked her to get in, by opening the Cabin door.
Jwala Marched in and saluted the Commissioner stiffly.
Perumal Murugan was black-skinned, with white hair and a black-white beard with a number of badges on his shoulder. Jwala noticed everything and also saw a man sitting opposite to him with his head down. Jwala was not able to see the face of the Man.
Perumal said, “At Ease”.
“Welcome, Jwala Trivedi, Please take your seat”.
She sat near the Man. Perumal Murugan got up and said “Jwala, I heard that you were determined and always ready to take up work and finish it”
Perumal Murugan’s voice was raucous.
“Jwala, the Man Sitting near you is a big businessman “RamPrasadh” in Chennai”.
Jwala turned herself towards the Man. The Man didn’t even acknowledge her. Jwala turned towards Murugan.
“He doubts that someone has kidnapped his daughter, Nowadays all over India kidnapping has become a universal business. In this one year, we have many kidnapping cases. The peculiar thing about the kidnap is that they were girls of age between 15 to 18.”
“Six months back, we found two girls dead and wrapped in plastic, near the sewages, but we were unable to track down”
Jwala felt rage in herself.
Perumal continued “Jwala, I bank on you. I believe that you are more capable than anyone else to handle this case. You can start from Now.”
Jwala stood up and said in a firm voice “Yes sir”
She Turned back and started leaving the cabin.
A sharp Voice Came “No matter what Ms. Jwala, I want my daughter back”
Jwala continued walking out of the cabin with the rage growing rapidly.

Mumbai.
Napolean was in Jail. The Four Walls around him was the actual horror than the death sentence. He is not new to these four walls. These four walls were the Main reason where he found his dear friend.
He has always thought about his partner in crime for whom he had sacrificed his life.
At Times, Inside the prison, Napolean used to think about his partner with whom he started a criminal life.
Well, it was not easy for both of them.
Napolean was born on the roads of Mumbai and was always teased for not having a father. When he was six years old, Napolean’s Mother died on the road.
He still remembers the day. That None of them helped him to give his mother a proper burial.
Napolean started to work in a small tea shop. The tea shop owner was a good guy until one day when Napolean messed up the tea on a women’s Saree.
The Tea shop owner battered him and threw him out. Napolean roamed around Mumbai to get work. No one considered him. He had no one.
One night when he was starving, he found a woman walking on the road alone. She had a handbag. Napolean didn’t give a second thought, started walking towards her. The Woman was in some kind of hurry. When the woman entered the empty road, Napolean knew it is the right time to rob her handbag and get something out of it.
He took a stone and threw it right on the back of her head. The stone was quite sharp and she fell straightaway. Napolean went near her and opened the handbag. He found some money and some biscuit packets. When he was taking it, he heard a man shouting “Chor, Chor”. He realized and started running. When he turned back to see whether the man was following him, he found that the man was checking the pulse of the women and started doing something on the Women.
Napolean initially didn’t understand what the man was doing. Then, he heard the women screaming for help.
He ran near the Man and asked him to leave her. The Man got up from the woman and kicked Napolean. Napolean fell on the floor with head thudding on the Muddy road.
Napolean got up very quickly and took the same sharp stone and aimed it at Man’s Eyes.
The Man’s Eyes was struck hard and it almost popped off. The Man was shouting in pain, while the women stood up and ran.
Napolean bid a big sorry to her in his eyes. While she replied, “Thank you”.
Napolean also started running with the biscuits. He ran for a long time and finally found a hiding place to sit and eat. When he was about to eat the biscuit and strong lathi hit him hard on his head.
Napolean passed out.
When Napolean woke up, he found himself inside the four walls same as today in Mumbai Jail.
But there was a difference, he was not alone in the cell back then, there was this small boy of his age sitting with legs folded, his eyes reflected the rage burning in him.

———————————To Be Continued———————————————

Author : Varadharajan S

Proofread : Kalaiyarasi S