Hi everyone... Here's the next update... Hope you enjoy this one! Chapter 3 will be postedtomorrowitself! It's almost done. Please read and review :)
Bhumi98 You asked me if could write story this in hindi... But I can't coz I feel this story will be portrayed nicely in English language... Sorry if you are disappointed... But read and review dear... I promise I will write next story in hindi!
Chapter 2
Without another word, Shreya left the Motel Lobby.
'Sir you need to deposit 50% advance right now' said Jake.
The stranger handed him the money and followed Shreya with a satisfied smile on his face.
The bellhop opened room 666 and a musty odour flooded their nostrils.
He switched on the lights. The room was spacious with a king size bed and a small couch complete with a wardrobe and a television. The curtains were drawn up. Shreya withdrew them and looked outside at the thundering rain.
'Hi! I am Daya. Didn't get a chance to introduce myself earlier' said the Stranger.
Shreya kept mum. She was still angry with him.
'Mind if I use the washroom first?' He asked her again.
His question was again met by a stony silence. Assuming that as a 'yes' he went inside the washroom and changed into his night clothes.
'Look I am really sorry for my rude behaviour. But I already had a bad day and so I took out all the frustration on you' he said.
Shreya looked at him. He seemed really genuine.
'That's all right. I am sorry too. By the way I am Shreya' she said.
'Glad to meet you' he said.
'I will be back', she said and hurried into the washroom.
He seemed a nice guy. The problem was already sorted out so there was no reason to be angry with him anyway. Besides that she was glad she had someone for company. The thoughts of serial killer were still fresh in her mind. She felt something in her pocket. It was the confidential package. She took it out and wiped off the mud. The wet paper was torn slightly. Her eyes widened in shock as she saw thick wad of dollar bills inside. She slowly opened the package. They must be a thousand pounds! Who was in need of such a huge sum of money? She wondered. She carefully wrapped the money in the paper. She came out to see Daya cursing the television. 'No satellite signals and no cell phone network! Can anything be worse than this?' he said aloud.
'A storm's coming up... That was bound to happen'
'What's that?' asked Daya suddenly pointing at the brown package.
'Nothing' said Shreya and pushed it back into her pocket.
'You are not carrying extra clothes?' asked Daya eyeing her.
'Nope... Didnt get any spare clothes... I didn't expect such rough weather' she said.
'Would you like to eat something? I am terribly hungry. 'said Daya.
'Yes please' said Shreya.
They ordered coffee and Toast.
After they were done, Daya said 'You sleep on the bed. I'll take the couch'
'you sure?' She asked.
'Yes' he said.
Shreya settled on the warm bed and Daya on the couch. They dimmed the lights.
'Are you sleepy?' asked Daya after a few minutes.
'Not really' she said.
'So can we talk?' He asked
'what do you want to talk about?' she asked.
'What are you here for?' He asked.
'For work' she replied
'aren't you scared of me? I am a total stranger. You are locked in a room with me' he said.
Her heart beats grew faster. She flicked her gaze towards the locked door and then towards Daya who was partially visible.
'No...No I am not scared' she said in a shaky voice.
'I know you have a huge sum of money in your pocket right now' he said.
Now Shreya was really scared. Had she committed a grave mistake by agreeing to stay with this stranger? She really didn't know anything about him. She didn't even have her gun.
'What are you talking about? I don't have any money' said Shreya.
'You are lying. I have fitted cameras in the washroom. I went in before you remember?' He said.
She switched on the light.
'Stop it! Don't you dare come near me! I am armed! You know who I am? I am a CID officer! Leave this room right now or you will be in serious trouble' said Shreya in a loud voice.
'You know who I am? I am the serial killer! I can slaughter you right now and nobody would know!' Daya said in a growling voice.
Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. And at the precise moment, the light flickered and died.
She shrieked so loudly that probably the entire Motel must have heard her.
Tears flew down her cheeks and she heard his movement.
'No! No! Please! Don't kill me... please... I am begging you...' she was screaming.
'No... No calm down! Stop shouting! Just listen to me... Stop!' he was yelling.
Amidst all the confusion and shouting the door opened and two men came inside with flashlights.
'Why the hell are you guys shouting? Are you guys' crazy? People got scared! It's just a bloody power failure! Why are you making such a fuss?'
Shreya recognised the voice of Jake.
She ran to his side, 'Help me! Please! This man is a killer!' She said.
'What? Are you all right? I am sure you must have had a bad dream... How...' Jake was saying when Shreya cut him across.
'I am not having a bad dream! He said himself he is the killer!' She yelled.
'Hey stop shouting!' said Jake.
'Hey listen I am sorry... I was just joking... don't be stupid... How can I be the killer?' said Daya.
Shreya couldn't believe she had been tricked. She was boiling with anger.
'Shut up!' She said to Daya.
The lights came back and Daya saw her face. She was crying.
He didn't expect his prank would turn out so bad.
'You are crying?! I really very sorry... I mean it...' said Daya
'what do you think of yourself? Just stop this nonsense! I don't want to stay with this man! Please arrange something for me in the lobby... And if you can't I will sleep in my car!' said Shreya wiping angry tears off her face.
'No... Wait... Let me explain...' began Daya but Jake interuptted.
'No... Stop talking both of you... You have already disturbed everyone... You take the room. I will arrange a bed for her in the lobby... And henceforth I won't tolerate any of such nonsense!'
Daya kept quiet. Shreya grabbed her bag and her belongings and hurried out of the room without looking at him.
The next day Shreya got up at 5 am and checked out of the motel. Light rain was still falling. She reached the house where she was supposed to deliver the package only to find it locked. She didn't have the owner's number. She casually checked her phone and was surprised to find a feeble network signal. She immediately dialled ACP Pradyuman's number.
'Gosh! Shreya! Thank god you are okay! I have been trying to reach you since yesterday night!' He said.
'I am all right sir. But the person is not here. His door is locked. Should I call him?' She asked.
'No actually... He had contacted me. Head back to Woods borough. He will meet us there. I was stupid to send you to meet him in such a horrible weather. Really sorry. But you enjoy driving don't you? I am sure you must have enjoyed your short vacation' he said.
'Yeah... I had a whale of a time!' said Shreya sarcastically.
'Great. See you then!' He said.
Shreya rolled her eyes and disconnected the call. She filled up gas at the gas station and had breakfast at a cafe. Then she started her two hour long journey back to Woods borough humming Elvis Presley songs to herself.
She arrived at the bureau after a short nap at her home. 'Hello there! Glad to see you dear!' said ACP Pradyuman welcoming her.
'Meet Daya. He is detective. He would be working with us on the Woods borough murder case. He arrived just an hour ago!' said ACP in an excited voice.
Shreya couldn't believe her eyes. He was the same stranger. With whom she had shared the Motel room.
'Detective? And him?' said Shreya angrily.
'Yeah... You were supposed to deliver the package to him! He wanted some cash in advance but due to rough weather, he was kind enough to suggest that he would take the money later. Before I could stop you, I had lost communication with you' said ACP.
'Very kind of you sir!' said Shreya.
'Okay now you two have a chat... I will be right back... Once everyone arrives, we will decide our plan of action!' Said ACP and walked away.
Shreya turned to go but Daya stopped her.
'Please... listen to me... I know you are very angry. But I was just pulling your leg. Trust me... I didn't know you would take it so seriously... I am very sorry. It won't happen again. And trust me I hadn't fitted cameras in the washroom. I had seen the money in the lobby itself as the package was torn. Trust me.' He said.
'I can't Daya... I really can't anymore... I am really sorry!' She said and marched off to her desk.
Done with Chapter 2! Kindly ignore mistakes if and don't forget to review!