Pleasure and Work In Parallel

Team: WINGS OF CHANGE

Context - Blogadda is conducting a contest (Game of Blogs) where it chooses 10 random bloggers per team to write fiction based on 5 character description it provided. Each blogger has to continue the story from where the previous team member left off.

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Chapter 14: Pleasure and Work In Parallel

Mr. Aryan Ahuja, the happy friendly neighbour of Dutta family was a favorite among females in Tara's office where he worked as the technical editor.  At the same time, he had multiple rumors running around him. Some said that he was a physic stalking  girls. Others had a story of him being a spoiled brat from some affluent family. Mrs. Dutta being a good friend and staying away from gossips to concentrate on her work oobviously had no clue on these stories. Or may be she ignored all of them.

Sitting inside his cabin, he dialed a number. "Cyrus Daruwala, ", the voice said from other end. 

Aryan continued, "Yes Mr. Daruwala, I was wondering if we got the confirmed date on our case? I need to get out of this mess". 

Cyrus replied that he would look into the same and inform as soon as possible. He made some quick calls to his colleagues and cancelled his tickets to Delhi and booked again for the same day.

Mr. Ahuja received a message that the date is for day after tomorrow and they better rush to Delhi.

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 Kovalam Beach - Trivendrum

Tara stepped out of her suite and moved faster with each progressing step. The pearls strap holding her tender ankle and the leg looked spectacular with coffee colored mid length skirt with a slit at the back. She wore a white complementing just the right curves of her waist and an off-white handbag big enough to carry small important documents over her shoulder. Her blow dried hair just touched her upper neck and were bouncy as ever. With a mother like her, no doubt Roohi was conscious of her frills all the time and made sure the rubber-band in her pony-tails and shoes matched properly. As Tara moved ahead, all eyes moved along with her. She waved goodby and a kiss to Shekhar and Roohi already standing at the reception, acknowledgement of which broke many wandering hearts. 

Shekhar held Roohi's hands as she jumped from the reception desk and they ran towards the private beach area. "When would mumma come back? When would we go for the safari? I want to click a picture with the Tiger", Roohi was in no mood to stop when Shekhar interrupted. "Mumma would be back by the evening. Till then let’s go and do that paragliding. We would then go for some shopping.".

Tara stepped out of her taxi and tapped her lips a bit to make her gloss shine. As she entered into the office, she displayed her card to the receptionist - Mrs. Tara Dutta, Editor Mumbai Gossips. The receptionist escorted her to live auditorium full of audience and informed that the superstar is on his way and would be in in 30 minutes. We have 60 minutes for the action. Tara looked at the audience and took a deep breath. Although being the chief editor, she rarely stepped into interviewer shoes, but her past was proof whenever she did, she absolutely killed it. She was known for her witty questions and her edits generally aroused controversies very much loved by all in fashion industry. 

Superstar came in, surprisingly; he was on time and impressed Tara with his answers. The same question being re framed and thrown upon him gave no space of lies or 'no comments'. As the interview came to an end, whole office staff stood up from their seats and  clapped for Tara, Mr. Tara Dutta. The actor was sure to get noticed with this article and get a call or two from Bollywood.

As Tara sat on back seat of taxi, she recalled how Roohi had pointed out to a man on airport saying that uncle had come to her school to see her. That was not enough and they stumbled on Aryan as well on the terminal who said he is going to Delhi for some assignment. Tara being the chief editor was surprised she was not aware of this assignment. Anyway, that could be taken care of once they were back in Mumbai.

Back on the private beach of Kovalam, Roohi shouted the loudest from glider high above in the sky and Shekhar tried his best to click her zooming in the handy digital camera. The instructor told him that he would keep her in the sky for another 2-3 minutes and then pull down the balloon. Shekhar smiled and took out his notepad and quickly scribbled:

"The child inside me needs those two little wings or probably a big balloon to touch the clouds. I wish the magical spirit of that tiny bird flying high in the sky would never grow up." He made 2 hearts below the note and made a smiling face.

After another hour of dips in salty water, Roohi had lunch and went to sleep. Tara was back with her heels in one hand. As she saw Roohi sleeping, she kissed her forehead and hugged Shekhar tight. "The interview was awesome. I am sure it's going to be the highlight of next issue!", delighted Tara. Shekhar gave a peck on her cheeks and showed her pictures of Roohi high up in the sky. It was time for party and what better than a complementary Champagne from the resort!

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Next day; Saket Court Complex: Delhi

Two men dressed in black coat and white pants argued at their best. The judge seemed not at all interested because of pointless discussions and gave next date as 3 months later. A man with stern face and big round specs came holding his leg with one arm. As he crippled into the cabin, Aryan greeted him - "Cyrus, what happened to you?".

"Long story man. Let’s quickly get to the details."

 "Oh! That lawyer from Delhi was you?"

"huh..."

"Yeah, my neighbour told me that his car had an accident and some lawyer from Delhi was hurt. Anyways, how are you? I hope there is nothing serious."

"No idea. I had injury in my head and some vein got affected leading to this annoying cripple. Doctors say, it may or may not take much time!"

"Oh! Hope it heals soon. About this case, Any lead?".

"Yeah, sort of. But you know the judges these days are very strict in these cases. Plus the media is also keeping a tight watch on the criminal court. we have to be very very careful."

"What do you mean? I am sure i would not be behind the bars for a deed i never did!", Aryan raised his eyebrows in concern.

"I am also sure Mr. Ahuja, but we can never predict the other parties’ preparations. It’s time. Let's go".

Cyrus and Aryan entered the court room and greeted the judge. Judge commanded the proceedings to start. Cyrus was full prepared and put his best foot forward defending his client. Opposite party at the end demanded some more time stating that the image being used in the forged picture had a copyright image in background and they were sure that it might help them prove Mr. Aryan Ahuja and his friend were behind this forging. On digging about the picture, it was revealed that the background image belonged to some photographer in Kerela.

Aryan cribbed - "bull shit! Looks like my salary this month is going to be consumed in air fares."

"Kerela...!"
The word made Cyrus go weaker on his damaged vein in leg and he almost fell down.


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