Doomed

Chapter 7

Dhruv stepped out of the room, his heart hammering. He would be lying if he told himself that the escort hadn't caught him off guard. He decided to go after a couple of minutes. He looked to his right and saw a balcony. Stepping out in the open, he sighed. His mind wandered to Janvi and that made his mind collapse to the depth of remorse.

He took out a single cigarette from his pocket and bit it between his lips. He patted his pockets in search for a lighter. When he heard her walk towards him. He had subconsciously memorised her walk. She did wear thick heeled boots so that they were noisy. But he knew it was her, her scent, her aura, he was well aware of it all.

And then to confirm his suspicions she spoke, "Why am I not surprised that you're here? You always needed a puff before and after the big event."

He chucked, pushing his hand deep inside his pocket he turned around. He removed the cigarette from his mouth and peered at her face. He tried to read her but failed. Her stony expression was better now.

"I'm surprised as to why you're here. Are you here to check on me? Do you miss me?" He taunted her. He saw her nose flare in anger.

              "Don't flatter yourself. I'm here on a case." She snapped.

              He tsked, "You're here in the Hotel on a case. But you're here in front of me because of me. No worries. But I have no time to entertain your regret. So if you let me, I have a willing woman waiting for me." He moved past her.

             "It's not my fault that you were incompetent!"

            Something snapped in him and he turned around in a second. "What did you just say?! I was incompetent? And what about you Miss Gold Digger?! I didn't break up with you. You left me after my father disowned me." He had subconsciously moved closer to her. Her eyes flashed fear and he hated it.

           "Life is not a movie, Dhruv! You're rich so it's understandable why you couldn't understand why I did what I did."

          Her eyes pleaded with him but he shook her head. "No...just stay away from me, okay? Next time we meet, just  ignore me, because that's what I'll do anyway."

           He turned and walked away after that. He rushed through the corridor as he heard her footsteps just behind him. Reaching the door, he opened the door. His eyes widened in shock at the sight before him. Both the women were on the floor unconscious and bleeding.

          "Aghanya!" His voice boomed. Before he could move towards her, he was held back by her. She walked through the door and stood before him. She nodded her head sideways to indicate a No, "No. You'll mess the DNA that was left around. Wait until -"

         "What the fuck are you talking about?! Get away!" He pushed her aside. He didn't mean to push her hard but his instincts were ruling over him. He kneeled down before the unconscious Aghanya, his jeans staining red from the blood pooled around her. She held a knife on her right hand and her cheek and left wrist were bleeding heavily.

          "What do I do?!" His voice shook along with his hands. Looking around the room his eyes landed on the bed.

          "Patil, do you copy?! Come immediately to room 1603. There's been a double murder here, I think."

            "Shut up! Get the fuck out! She's not dead." He yelled at her. She looked taken aback by his outburst but proceeded to move towards the door.

          He ripped the bed sheet into a stripe and rushed towards her. He tied it tightly around her wrist, the white cloth stained red. He wrapped it around her wrist over and over again. He then cradled her head against his lap and wiped the blood from her cheek by his handkerchief. The wound wasn't deep on her cheek but it would scar, he presumed.

            He heard Janvi calling for an ambulance in the background. He moved his index finger under her nose and breathed a breath of relief as she still was breathing but faintly. He then looked at the escort, he knew she was dead. Her throat was slit deeply, that he could see veins.

          Soon police and the medic rushed into the room. They carried her out on a stretcher and everything after that became a blur. He wasn't allowed to transport by the ambulance. Instead he was arrested.

       He sat inside the interrogation room, his hands on his face. His phone was taken away from him. He felt anger build up in his mind with every minute that passed.

                "I'm sorry that you have to be here. But it's protocol."

       He let a sinister chuckle, "You and your fucking protocol can go to hell. You can call my lawyer and talk to him."

         He saw her close her eyes and take a deep breath, "I just need you to answer a couple of  questions. That's it. Who was that other woman inside the room?"

         Dhruv clenched his sticky, bloody fists, to not burst out at her again, "She's an escort."

           Janvi looked at him half appalled and half disgusted. "And you do know that solicitation of prostitution is illegal? I don't believe it. What were you really doing there?! Tell me, I'll find a way to save you."

           "The hotel offers the services and we took advantage of it." He lied.

           "So Diana Hotel is running a prostitution racket?"

               "Yes."

          The door to the interrogation room slammed open and a man entered. Dhruv groaned standing up in shock. Janvi stood up solely because he was her senior. Commissioner of Police, Dhairya Kapadia. Dhariya Kapadia was just like his name, brave and a manly man. That also meant constantly abusing his wife and children. And disowned Dhruv when he refused to suffer tyranny.

             "What is the meaning of this?! How dare you interrogate my son?" He threatened her.

       "Sir...but I, we have proof that he called for the escort service on his phone records so the interrogation was necessary." She said meekly.

          "Do you want to get fired? So what? Now you're going to charge my son of murder based on what? Phone records?!"

          "No sir." Her shoulders drooped and she looked at her feet.

        Dhruv cut her off, "Don't yell at her. She's doing her duty."

             He watched as his father's eyes snapped to him and it turned cold. "Did I ask you to support her or did she? Or are you both still having an rendezvous behind my back?!"

            "No!" Janvi said offended. But Dhruv walked towards her and held her hand. She visibly struggled against her hold.

          "Why do you care?! If I do have a relationship with her?! You disowned me. Don't you remember?!" He snapped. "So don't interfere in my business now."

           She pried her hand from him. "No! We don't! And never will. You can take your son and leave, sir. I assure you that I can manage the rest."

        He stared at her for the longest time but she wouldn't meet his eyes. His eyes snapped to her hand rubbing the red imprint of his hold on her wrist. For a minute he felt guilt creep in his heart but pushed it away. He hated it. He hated how she cowered in fear before him. His father fed on that fear.

"What then?! Are you going cower before this bastard like you did four years ago?!" He hissed at her. Her led was lowered and he knew she was on the verge on breaking down.

"How dare you?!" His father landed a blow on his cheek.

     *** To Be Continued***

A/N: I by mistake published it while I was halfway writing it. Soooo sorry. I'll write and upload the other part soon.