A/n: Some small changes have been made in Parts: 1, 3, 10, 12 13, 14. These are regarding certain costume changes that may seem trivial but would make repeated mentions in the future.
You'll be able to catch on without rereading but just thought I'd mention it.
I recommend reading the last parts of chapter 12 to jog your memory.
There will be corrections being made to this part in the future and I'm currently rewriting certain parts of the plot.
Present day... but an hour ago
Tushar burst out laughing, Mehar's eyes narrowed on him, incredulously.
"Now what?" She asked
"You're telling me that you work for the government? Cmon!"
She nodded, exasperated. How was she going to convince him?
"Which department is this? Excise?" He joked.
"Listen," she began, " I don't know where you're keeping these jewels, but hand them over to the government, Kanimozhi's not out here to be anyone's friend."
Tushar doubled over with laughter again, and Mehar was cupping her hands over his mouth at once.
Prying her wrist away slowly, he said,
"Even if I had them, which I don't, why would I give them to you?"
Her hands still in his, she responded,
"I'll show you why,"
Tushar opened his room and held the door open for Mehar, who pushed in a tray into his room.
She was here to explain the different refreshments they could offer at his show, or at least that's what she wanted registered in the camera footage.
Tushar looked longingly at the cart, which Mehar pushed away to the side, it could've been tampered with by half a dozen people, and even though she knew they wouldn't be killed just yet, she wasn't taking any chances.
Mehar pinched the tanzanite on the ring thrice in quick succession and then slid it aside to reveal a little memory card.
She glanced at Tushar to beckon him, but couldn't help but be pleased that he looked impressed.
"Laptop?" She asked.
He pointed to one on the table.
"One that hopefully hasn't been tapped," she continued.
He rolled his eyes walked over to the bedside table and retrieved an old Toshiba.
Moonlight played with shadows on the mauve carpets, till Mehar shut the blinds. She liked being able to look for intruders and exits but if there were any gadgets planned and placed...that wasn't a risk she was ready to take.
Tushar opened the laptop and pressed random keys, then he banged it against the table till it lit up.
Seeing that Mehar looked appalled, Tushar chuckled, "hiding in plain sight, just your style," He said.
Mehar noticed the dents, precisely on a discoloured bit, and realised that it had been reinforced to be activated like this. It was her turn to be impressed.
She put in the memory card and pulled up the file. Mehar scrolled through a couple of newspaper reports and showed them to him.
she didn't need to, these are all cases he had kept his eyes and ears open for. Lit up faces of officials trying to look fierce, while speaking about the latest hauls they've managed to pull. But Tushar's eyes caught up on something that was shining in every image. he hadn't noticed it any of the previous times he had seen these images. He looked at Mehar, who cocked her head to a side with a confident grin, and his eyes trailed down to her finger where the tanzanite sat.
Tushar looked closely at the images again, none of the wearers seemed to be the same person, at least not from their faded and blurred presence in the background of these pictures, but the coincidence was uncanny. But when there's one too many coincidences, you can conclude that it is no longer one. He knew she wasn't bluffing.
Silence prevailed.
"You trust your secretary?" Mehar offered, "I need to get him involved too, for his safety and yours."
"To answer your question, no. But sure, drag him into this too, ought to be fun."
Mehar sent Sarafaraz a message, making the most of the small victory. She had asked him to track the secretary on her way to this room, he better be prepared to march right over now.
And sure enough ten minutes later, the doorbell rang. Mehar got up from the table and checked through the peephole.
She motioned to Tushar to stay ready in case anything went wrong.
"I'm not sure I'm comfo-" Aabhan was cut off before he could finish that thought.
Mehar greeted him with a gun, which Sarfaraz brushed aside, gently pushing Aabhan in, to which he complied.
"I brought wine," Sarfaz joked guiding Aabhan into the room by his elbows.
They were in this now, he supposed, together.
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Romance"Welcome to Hotel Oceanus. We hope you enjoy your stay." Mehar managed to say. "I'm sure I will." Replied her client. His gaze locked on hers, recognition shining in his eyes. In return, Mehar felt like clawing his eyeballs out. The chandelier playi...
