The Lost Soul

Chapter 6

AYLA

THE STATESMAN

THE HEALTH MINISTER,ADHAR SHARMA FOUND DEAD IN HIS HOTEL ROOM OF BILASPUR, HIMACHAL PRADESH.

I reread the paragraph again.
Sudden jolt made me realise my environment.
I looked outside the window. The morning is now in the mid morn 10am. And the crowd of news reporter, forensic team,police officers is loaded in front of the hotel. There is a slightest way that we'll be able to see his state.
I opened my phone.
3 messages and 1 missed call from mandira.
Mandira : how is your tour going?
Mandira: have you forgotten me??
Mandira: 💃

I smiled at her messages. I can't actually tell her why I have come her.
She'll just kill me if she gets to know that I am still having interest in this case.
A little much rain has started. I hooded my hoodie over my head.
Disha told me to get down.

This crowd of reporters , little rain with fog mixing up is already giving me a silent creepy vibes.

We moved at the front entry of the hotel. I looked up at the hotel building, it's not something a minister like him will stay even if it's for a night.

"Ayla , come over here" disha 's words reached my ear with this earthy smell of this rain sucked soil.
Gloomy morning for sure.
I reached for her.
She rested her hands over her hip with a disappointment pose.
She gasped and looked at me.
"There is no way they are giving us an entry ,Ayla " she blurted out.

I am still lost in thoughts . Something is going wrong . I for sure know just like I entered in the Dr.sengal murder scene , we can't do it here.
I am pissed up no, disha is pissed off still in the same pose looking here and there.
"Who is the forensic scientist of here?" I asked
"Dr . Deigo,french scholar" she litteraly said in a low tone.
"He himself was a health minister but will go for the foreign service treatments" she added.
" Can we contact him?"
She nodded. No.

" Let's get out of here " disha said and went for the car.
Dr. Diego once visited our hospital.
"Aylaaaa" I shifted my eyes towards disha. She is waving at me to come to her.
I walked to her.
God can't be that much bad to us.

"They need a cardiologist" she said in a exclaimed tone.
I raised my eyebrows with a question.
"Show them your ID card , Haven't you met Diego once?"

"But I am not sure disha if he remembers me". I hesitated.
But I showed my Id card.
I am not that popular here, what I was in my previous hospital area.

"Ayla sinha ?" Diego said with a large smile.
He ain't that much older than me. We just have a 7 years age gap.
Ngl I found him interesting when we met for a seminar years back. Now he is married.

I nodded in acception .

"Long time no see." He said again.
He was the type of person I won't regret for my life to talk with him.
He is so much more than a person . But married .

"Yes , it's been a long"
"Can you assist in this case ,we need a cardiologist, actually this mishap happened very sudden and we didn't get time to bring our whole team, so if you don't mind then?".

He was a nice person . But if he works for adhar sharma something is fissy for sure. He was a nice person in general ,like how he used to represent him infront everyone , no one knows what is his actual identity.

I nodded and he showed me the way
The only condition was to let disha enter with me.

He laughed a bit and then approved.

We entered the room the whole forensic team is busy in taking the photos of evidence cut that , wasting time where there is no evidence. I am pretty he won't let a wind know how it happened .

The dim light of the hotel room is only in switch on mode . The dark room is giving a vibe of a dead coming out.
My eyes fell in the body lying smoothly covered in blankets white just like how we sleep at night. No injury nothing .
I checked .
There is no sign of a heart attack.
No evidences.
He is lying like he knew he'll wake up in the morning but never woke up.
The deputy superintendent of police (dsp) entered the room, with his handkerchief in his hands holding over his mouth.
Can't he have a mask?
" We checked the video clips and all the questioning session . But there is no evidence of a murder." He said.

" What about the autopsy report?" I asked.
They nodded ."no"

" Can you send me the reports.?" I asked Diego.
" Not actually, we can't share an minister files with anyone " Diego blurted.
Disha gave me a look and we made our way out.

***

The coffee scent is melting my nostrils and giving me a boost to my neuro receptors in my head.
Disha is checking something up in her laptop.
I broke the ice .
"Disha, is there any way we can get the autopsy reports?"
She lifted her gaze from her laptop and shifted her hands in the table ,closing her laptop to make a full focus on my words.
The best listener of my words.

"Can we get the autopsy?" I reasked my question.

"It's bit difficult as Diego said. But apart from that we can get it from my senior, but he is a little cringe to handle."
" No actually we need the body of him." I looked straight into her eyes , the reflection of mine is visible in her eyes .

" Serious?"
"Yes."

" You know where we are headed to,"

"I know"

We stayed silent for few minutes, and only focusing on the coffee and the people of the cafe. The rain is still pouring .

She started.
"How on earth someone like him will stay at that hotel?"

"He was in hurry,with no persons with him." I added the crisp part.

" As per police the road he used to come hotel was vacant and no one is chasing him"

"Hmm"

"And there is no injury to his death too" she said.
"Injury doesn't bring death always. Some deaths happen in silent ,like that never happened but happened ." I stated looking at the glass window where the rain drops are gathering .

"What if the death was from inside ? What if the death was meant to look like suicide? What if this death has more meaning than it's stating " I added.

I am looking at her eyes and she is looking into mine.

A/N

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