Abhijeet had a stern gaze on the pin-up board, carefully looking over all the information around the photos of ishita, kavin, dushyant and purvi. He took out a thread and a pin on ishita's photo, was connected to mention of Gautam Singhania, taking out another thread and pin, placing it on an empty corner.
"yahan, mujhe gautam singhania ki saari information chahiye...jabse woh inn khanna brothers se mila hai tabse..." dictated abhijeet, as the sub-inspector was confused.
"but sir, iska mrs.khanna se kya lena-dena?" he questioned, as abhijeet smirked, a smug glance on his face.
"kabse duty kar rahe ho pasi sahab?" quizzed abhijeet, as he immediately uttered in response, "5 saal sir...".
"kya haina, hum UP mein 15 saal duty pe the...do minute se zyada nahi chahiye humein ek bande ki nas-nas se waqif hone ko...aap bhi seekh jayenge, chinta mat kijiye, theek?" assured abhijeet, as pasi nodded along.
suddenly, a constable entered, as abhijeet's attention turned to him.
"sir, jasmine ke pichle do mahine ke saare whatsapp messages, phone records, sab extract ho gaya hai..." he informed, as abhijeet signalled to his desk.
"chaliye phir, baithiye, dekhayi kaun-kaun tha jasmine ke khasam-khaas mein...." directed abhijeet.
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dushyant, whose glance was fixed outside the window, and his ear glued to the receiver on the phone, but his mouth mum, simply listening.
"toh sir, 24 saal ki hi umar mein second attempt mein UPSC clear karliya tha yeh mathur sahab ne...uss waqt bas ek constable the...Balia mein hi sabse pehle ACP lage, aur wahan ek saal ke under pura gangster network khatam kardiya wahan...kaafi transfers hoti thi, UP mein messiah ban gaye the logon ko gangsters se bachane ke liye...inke tenure mein toh inhone mantriyon ke gundhon ko bhi nahi choda...isliye ab home ministry ki special demand pe, delhi ke badhte crime rate ka bhi kuch karne ko yahan posting ki hai..." explained the caller on the other hand of the call, dushyant's face, stoic throughout, hung up after getting the information he needed.
he opened his whatsapp, chat with a man named 'rajan', deleting the name of abhijeet mathur he had sent half an hour ago, blocking the contact that now had an empty chat window.
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A list of numbers with every date and time and incoming/outcoming column next to them, different highlighters for a common set of numbers.
"toh 5 numbers hain jinke saath sabse zyada baat hoti thi jasmine ki..." pointed the constable to the highlighted numbers.
"aur kabse baat ho rahi hai iski inse?" cross-questioned abhijeet, as the constable was confused.
"kya hua?" doubted abhijeet, as the constable was left speechless.
"sahab, woh, apne woh toh check karne ko nahi kaha tha.." admitted the sub-inspector, in the constable's defense.
"kyun? aap logon ka dimaag ek locker mein band karke rakha jaata hai, jiski jab-jab hum chabi ghomayenge woh tab hi chalega?" rebuked abhijeet, reclining back on his chair, as they both stood with their heads down.
"dekhiye, hum ek police force, milke kaam karenge, sab apne-apne dimaag lagakar, toh hi ek force ki power kaam aayegi...aise dimaag band karke, chote bachon ki tarah har choti-choti cheez ke liye order ka wait karke kaam nahi chalega..hum jab tak yahan hain, tab toh bilkul nahi..." lectured abhijeet, as they both nodded.
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