Beautiful Infatuation

Chapter 30

"Finally! My part is done. What about you?" Ananya spoke while keeping the coloured pens in the case again.

"Just the last paragraph is left." Sneha said and nibbled on the cookie that the maid brought for them.

They had divided the subtopics equally between them, so that, each one would have almost equal content to write.

"Okay. I'll be back." Ananya said and walked towards the washroom.

Sneha nodded and continued writing on the white sheets.

In a few minutes, she finally completed the paragraph and stood up to stretch her limbs.

"What's taking her so long?" Sneha wondered when Ananya didn't come in yet another minute. So, to pass the time, she looked at the clock and then the painting of Ananya that Viraj had gifted her. To have a closer look, she stood and walked towards the painting, which coincidently was just to the right of one of the windows.

Sneha patiently looked at the painting while appreciating the fine details that Viraj had painted. Unintentionally, her eyes fell outside the window where she saw some men standing in a circle-type formation.

Curiously, she peeked outside and quickly recognized Viraj, Gaurav and some of the guards. There were some more men whom she didn't quite recognize.

They looked to be in some pretty heated discussion. Gaurav was talking to someone before he showed his phone to Viraj. Viraj looked at the phone and then at the guards. His face was tense...and colder than usual.

"What's happening there?" Sneha mumbled.

A few seconds later, her eyes widened when she saw Viraj slowly take out his gun from his waistband while he spoke to the guards. She had absolutely no idea what he was saying though.

She didn't even know he was keeping his gun there all the time that he was driving! The blazer did the perfect job of hiding it, after all.
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Gaurav was informed by one of his close acquaintances in the police, about the leaking of some confidential information, concerning Viraj's illegal businesses. One of the cops, not in uniform, even made a visit for which Viraj, along with his men, came out of the mansion to meet him.

"Who sent the information?" Viraj asked Gaurav while giving a glance to the cop. His men surrounded them in case of any mishappening.

"We don't know that. One of my men just told me that some data is being fed by someone to the Mumbai headquarters. And this time, it has reached the PA of the minister."

"Is the information sensitive?" Viraj asked the cop.

"Yes, sir. We have received photographs of you dealing arms with the Arabian mafia. There are also some copies of agreements regarding those deals. It can lead to your arrest if it gets into the hands of NIA." The cop answered.

"And, you have no idea about the source of those photographs?" Gaurav asked the cop, before Viraj could.

"No, sir. They were mailed to my senior's residence from a fake address. I would have informed you earlier, but everything happened within 12 hours with utmost secrecy." The cop replied.

Gaurav took out his phone and showed Viraj the various copies that he received from his friend. Viraj looked at them carefully. The plan started forming in his mind. He can easily suppress this case with his connections. His father had contacts in the union ministry, so he could exploit those resources. But, what bothered him more was the source who sent this confidential information to the police. He may solve this case right now...but he didn't want a repeat of this again.