Facing the past - 1

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Three days pass. HM calls KS every morning so that she knows everything's okay. She goes to Choudhary's haveli everyday and pretends to inspect it. She talks to every woman in the house and finally yesterday she met someone, Choudhary's wife. She was allowed to inspect her room. Dadi, the one who didn't utter a word since her son's demise. HM is observing her. Her daughter in law makes her eat twice a day. She does all the chores without making any eye contact with anyone in the family. All day long she just sits in the big window which faces the back garden of the haveli and stares at it.
HM asks about her to her daughter in laws,
DIL: hume kuch jyada nahi pata par maajine ek lafj ni bola hai pichle 15 saal se. Jo bhi hua hai mere ane se pehle hua hai. Mere pati se mujhe itna pata chala hai ki Pitaji ne unke bête aur bahu ko marwaya tha.
HM looks her shockingly as she states these facts very casually as if it's a common thing to happen. DIL understands her expressions.
DIL: Haan ye dalitonko marna ya ghar ki auratonko marna ya ijjat ke liye apne bachhon ko marna yahan kuch naya nahi hai. Jitna mar humne ghar me khaya hai, utna mar bahar nichi jati ke log khate hai. Aurat ki koi jat nahi hoti na, sabse nichi jat hai wo.
She says that with a smirk as she has accepted her fate.
HM feels disgusted towards these facts. She doesn't say anything just feels anger surging inside. Suddenly her face lits up as if she got some brilliant idea. She smiles.

She goes to Choudhary,
HM: Choudhary sahab humara inspection almost pura Ho gaya hai. Bas ab final report banani hai.
Ch: achha? To kya khayal hai aapka?
HM: itni bdi aur purani haveli ka 80-90lakh aramse dilva sakte hai hum aur aapke rehne ke liye dusra ghar bhi.
CH gets happy and laughs aloud.
CH: bhot badhiya. To batayiye aage kya krna hai.
HM: hume haveli khali chahiye 2 din ke liye. Humare kuch log ayenge, restoration ka plan taiyyar krne ke liye survey krenge. Photos aur videos bhi lenge.
CH: lekin hum sab kahan jayenge?
HM: aap ke liye pas ke shehar me hotel book kara denge. Aap 2 din aramse rahiye waha.
CH: lekin ghar ki aurate?
HM acts like she is thinking deeply.
HM: unke liye gav me koi ghar dekh lete hai.
CH: Haan ye sahi hai. In aurtonko kahan hotel ki sair krayenge, rehne do idhar hi.

HM leaves the haveli, as she reaches her guest house, she calls DSP
HM: Jai hind sir, hume department se kuch log chahiye aur yahan pas wale shehar ke hotel me kuch rooms book krvani hai. Hum case solve krne ke bhot pas hai
DSP: ji thik hai. Ho jayega.
HM: thank you sir. Ek team bhejiye jisme 2 forensic 2 SI 2 videographer Ho.
DSP: thik hai kal aapke pas team pahunch jayegi.
HM: Dhanyawad sir

HM takes a deep breath. She is very close to her target. She is feeling anxious about her next move, she feels like calling KS, she wants to listen to her voice. But she knows KS will know her anxiety and HM doesn't want her to worry.
She opens her phone and sees that there are a few voice notes, she smiles, just what she needed.

VN: hume pata hai aap bhot kam kr rahu hai aur hume yad bhi kr Rahi hai. Hum bhi aapko bhot miss kr rahe hai. Aapko pata hai aapki yaadein bhi hume bewajah bhaukal dikhane se rokti hai.
VN2: waise kafi ghussa ata hume ki hum aapke na hote hue bhi aap hi ki baat man rahe hai.

HM smiles

VN3: jaldi aa jayiye na, ye room aapke bina bhot khali hai aur MPT bhi. Waise humne aapke tarike se ek case solve kiya aur ek pati patni ke rishte me phir se pyaar jagaya. Hume pata hai aap bhot proud feel krengi.

HM is impressed.

VN4: Haseena...
HM ki saanse atkti hai KS ke muh se apna naam sun ke.

VN5: apna khayal rakhna, aapke call ka intezar rahega.

HM hugs her phone, she feels like her heart is trying to act on it's own and wants to run towards KS.

HM: Karishma...

Here in Lucknow
KS feels something, like HM's voice. She kisses HM's photo on her phone and hugs her phone when it beeps.

VN: Hume aap pe garv hai. Aur Haan hum aapko bhot miss kr rahe hai. Aisa lag raha ki abhi bhagke aye aur aapko Gale lagaye.

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