She who suffers..

Chapter - 13

VANSH'S POV:-

"Man! I can't understand you. At least not in this life" Shekhar said to me, after we turned and started walking towards the parking, after receiving an invitation from Sirat..

"Great! That means I have been going well till now. Even god is helping me" I replied him, and looked at the messy handwritten address of Chaudhary Mansion..

"Are you planning to go her sister's party?" He asked while sitting on the bike. "Of course! I'm here for fun, so I definitely will go". I stood beside him..

"Shall we go?" he asked. "It's your call, you may come if you aren't busy" I replied. "I'm asking, shall we leave the hospital or, you need to murder that doctor or meet your girl again?" he asked..

"Wait, let me check!" I said, and checked his pockets. "What..what are you doing idiot" he said. "Wait, I have put something in your pocket, yeah here it is" I told him and took out the pencil microphone and looked at it..

"I can't believe this. How and when did you put that there? I can't understand how can you play with me, an undercover cop" Shekhar said, with all surprise. "What the hell! This is not the microphone. Where is it?" I asked him..

"Maybe I misplaced this thing of yours with that black one, which girls apply to their eyes" he replied, after a thought. "Damn it! At the reception, right?" I asked him and started stepping back to the hospital..

"YES! probably.." He replied, shouting a 'YES' and then said probably in a small voice. I knew that Muskan went to take them from the reception and must have taken them by now. My eyes were seeking Muskan..

I checked in the washroom and then passed by the mortuary and went to the reception. "Ma'am, may I ask you if Muskan has taken Sirat's accessories with her?" I asked the receptionist. She was busy with some work but left just when she saw me..

"Who are you sir? May I know your good name?" She asked. "That doesn't matter, ma'am. Please tell me if she took those things?" I asked again..

"Yes, about five minutes ago!" She replied and was looking at me as if she had never seen a man, but I ignored her and looked around. "Thankyou, thanks a lot!" I replied and rushed outside, towards the entrance as the glass long board having the staff details, had Muskan's reflection..

I saw her, waiting for transport and looking at her hand, probably reading something. "MUSKAN" I shouted from the other end of the road, though I don't like shouting and all, but having that evidence against Babbar was important..

She looked at me and smiled and I felt good inside, looking at her, her eyes getting closed because of the sun and she helping herself with her hand over her forehead, to see me..

I was about to cross the road, which was full of vehicles, when a white ambulance, with no siren, stopped before her and swift away within a minute, taking Muskan alongwith..

SHEKHAR'S POV:-

I switched on the ignition of my bike and left the hospital parking. I speeded it up, leaving Vansh in the hospital only as I was left with only 25 minutes and, of course, punctuality matters a lot for me..

I went in, after scanning my fingerprints and eye retina in the scanner, through the metal automatic door. Replying to all the people who were wishing me, 'Good morning', even when it was already noon, I went straight into the last cabin, having thick glass walls and my documents..

I picked up the photograph, the sketch artist drew, three days back, when I left for Toronto for Alisa's birthday. I went in the other room, where a team was waiting for me to handle someone..