The Unventured Passions

Some Realisations

"...The police is still investigating the cause of these blasts, but what's concerning is the fact that the two houses that are reduced to rubbles last night were owned by two prominent figures of the Bengal society. The house in central Calcutta belonged to Barrister Anirudh Roy Chowdhury, the man who had cheated death, only a month ago, and the other was owned by RayBahadur Neelmoni Mukherjee, the Ex-Justice who is said to have his involvements in the Swadeshi Custodial Death Case against which Barrister Roy Chowdhury is an acting prosecutor. Now, the question is whether these two blasts were related or not..."

Satyakirth, his boys, along with the Roy Chowdhury brothers were seated in the quaint hall inside the abandoned house in the alleys of North Calcutta, their attention glued to the radio, as the news of the two consecutive bomb blasts in one night made the city dwellers drift off to an unsettling horror. Ten police officers had burnt to death along with two Krantikaris, and although Neelmoni Mukherjee's body wasn't found, the investigators were of opinion that cheating death from a blast of such intensity was almost impossible.
The news mentioned that the Roy Chowdhurys, however, weren't at home when their house was desecrated by fire, but the two guards standing at the outer gate were severely injured, now admitted to the Calcutta medical College and are treated from the Roy Chowdhury trust fund. The news also assured that the police was looking closely at the matters to investigate if there was any connection.

"Connection! There's definitely connection..." Batuk huffed in indignation, "that bloody Neelmoni!"

"Language, Batuk." Anirudh let out a mild protest, his words faded by the sound of the incoming train whistling past the house, the station was only at a walking distance.

"Sorry Dada, but for that man, or rather I should say that excuse of a man, I don't have any better vocabulary."
Batuk looked away in disgust before getting up from his seat.
"I'll go check on Bondita."

He excused himself at once, making his way out of the hall, and Anirudh stole a brief glance at the figure standing behind the door at a near distance, her head hung low, probably hiding tears and her lips were quivering in shame-
Raimoti Mukherjee.

Anirudh sighed deeply and turned towards Satya.

"I only have today. The evidence needs to be submitted tomorrow, early morning, and then once they sanction a date for the final hearing, I'd need Raimoti to accompany me to the court for the testimony, along with..."

Satya was listening quietly, as his eyes too glanced at the door at the mention of Raimoti's name, but the woman was already gone, hiding inside the seclusion of the closed room.

"Yes, Anirudh Da, the other witnesses are ready too, I've ensured their safety." Satya spoke grave, but his eyes brushed against the half closed door yet again.

Anirudh sighed.
"Batuk is angry at the man, Satya. Please excuse him." His voice was low, and it made Satya frown.

"No, Anirudh Da, his anger is completely justified. But..." He looked at the door again, and let out a soft sigh.

"Go check on her." Anirudh had gotten up from the chair, and he placed his hand on Satya's shoulder.
"She's a gem Satya, a rare one. Keep her safe."

Satya nodded slowly, before he too, got up, only to head towards Raimoti's room, in staggered baby steps.
His heart full of compassion for the incredible woman who had suffered so much, just like him!

"Don't say anything." Raimoti sighed as he felt Satya's presence inside the room.

"I won't."

"Is my father alive?"
Her voice had a crack in it.