Tangent to my heart

Prologue

Husnara took the thick envelope that laid on the mahogany desk. She had hoped to finish reading the letters of her fans by four in the evening but time wasn't on her side.

A brilliant actress by profession, she was very sensitive when it came to her people. It was all evident by the way she interacted with them, replied to their letters and showered them with gifts. On right corner of her desk, she had a steel framed photograph of her beloved son, Rifai Ismail. The memories with him proved to be a great source of comfort during times of distress.

The opening of the door brought her to focus. It was her secretary, Miss Ayesha.

" Ma'am , the car is ready for you ."

" I will be there. " She replied as she took her Chanel tote bag and moved towards the door with the petite brunette following her.

"It will take twenty minutes to reach Kamarajar Arangam depending on the traffic right now, ma'am. You will be in time for Tanzia's performance."

" Good ." Husnara said, as her eyes lit up through her exhaustion. She was very excited for her grand daughter's performance.

The grey Chevrolet could be seen outside the revolving doors of the Kainat production house. A driver stood, waiting with the doors open.
In another two minutes , Husnara was sitting in the car which started moving towards the Poonamallee high road.

Nobody noticed the black piece of cloth sticking outside the trunk of the metallic Chevrolet.

It was unusual but during hectic schedules, there was hardly any time for people to notice their surroundings and wonder about the changes. 

A tiny device wired to a timer was ticking almost tranquilly.

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In the next fifteen minutes, people gathered around the crackling flames licking the the acrylic enamel of the car, yelling and screaming in chaos.

Around five minutes later, the fire and rescue services arrived and began the work.

But the damage was done.