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Same Day, Forensic Lab
Aur do? Dr. Salunkhe raised his eyebrows while stepping inside Forensic lab pushing his cell phone inside his pocket.
Haan sir. His lady assistant replied affirmative while doing something with some colorful test tubes.
Primarily check ho gaya? The Forensic head turned authoritative.
Sir!
His junior doctor hesitated a bit. Sorry sir, apko meeting chorke aana padha.
Aare nehi. Dr. Salunkhe swung his hand. Main Bureau se sidha Central Lab nikal hi gaya tha. Tum agar na bhi kehti, wo ACP hain nah… tumhare pahele usne mujhe bula liya. Main soch hi raha tha… kayse apology karun aur niklun udhar se, iss bich tumne khabar ki.
He folded his sleeves and wore gloves. Chalo chalo, dikhao mujhe kya pata chala? Abhi Pradyuman log aa jayega aur apna sawal ka dukan chalu kar dega.
Duo engaged in work.
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Kal bhi do aur phir se aaj do lashen! Ho kya raha hain sahar me! The Forensic head acted dramatic while knocking his forehead seemed in deep thought.
Inka kya sir? Sachin asked professionally hiding his smile looking the old doctor's overacting.
Ek mamla… body me se kidney aur liver gayab. Dr. Tarika pointed some x-ray plates.
Daya, shockingly: phir se!
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CID Bureau
Abhi tak hum soch rahe the sir is pahela couple, yani Aakash aur Smriti ki koi dushmani hoga sayad kisi se. Khooni ko agar badla hi lena tha… wo inn logo ke sath bhi waysa hi kiun karega? Freddie pointed second recent victim couple's photograph.
Uss Mumbai-Ahmedabad NH-8 se bahat sare gariyan har roj aata-jata hain. Khooni chahta toh usi rashte pe phir se kisi ko maar sakta tha. Lekin usne aisa kiya nehi. Aur aab yeh dono… woh bhi kisi bandh factory ke pass se! Freddie framed his query.
Abhijeet was busy with some old case files, looked up. Ek wajah joh abhi tumhe main keh sakta hoon…. Dono bahat bare logo ki maut hui hain. Highway pe har jagah red alert jari hain. Khooni kiun risk lega phir se wohi?
Smriti aur Aakash se iss Sunita ki koi connection nehi, na hi iska sathi…. He pointed a photograph… iss Mukesh ka. Smriti, Aakash Mumbai se, paysawala family man aur Sunita Pune se, student. Mukesh bhi ek mamuli chawl me rehta tha idhar. Uska kya kisi se dushmani? Uska toh bahat hi needy family hain. Yeh college ke bachhe aksar boyfriend ke sath shun-shan jagahyon pe ghumne jate hain jaise, yeh dono waysa hi lag raha hain.
Abhijeet rubbed his corner of lips for a moment. Kahin pyar-vyar ka chakkar toh nehi iss Sunita aur Mukesh ka? He mumbled. Love triangle? But in next second he jerked his head… kuch bhi ho aisa, organs nikal lena fit nehi karta iss baat se.
He thought for a moment and ordered to fetch call details of all four victims and met their families again.
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Next Day, ACP's Cabin
Abhijeet: sir dono couple ka koi connection nehi. Na koi common place na phone call me kisi tarha ki shak. Kuch nehi.
Dono couple ka hi zinda rehte waqt unke sharir me se kidney aur liver nikala gaya. Daya added. Phir neatly stitch kar ke inke gari ke pass phek ke chala gaya khooni.
Kisi ek ka kaam aisa ho nehi sakta. ACP Pradyuman suggested.
Abhijeet supported. Haan sir. Yeh koi gang ka kaam lag raha hain. Aur iska maksad hain illegal way se organs smuggling. Kiunki jis tarha se NH-8 ka Audi gari aur Mukesh logo ka bike todha gaya…. jaan-bujh kar dhakka marne ka case lagta hain. Achanak accident nehi hain. Kuch aur irada hota toh atleast Audi gari koi bina churaye chorta nehi.
Lekin yeh gang apna shikar kayse chun raha hain, abhi tak clear nehi ho raha sir. Daya placed his view.
Lag jao kaam pe tab. Aur kya? ACP gave his two hands a proud look. Clear karo.
Sir hospitals ka kya karen? Abhijeet asked. Dr. saab keh rahe the, bilkul professional ke tarha organs nikala gaya sharir me se.
Hmm… ACP Pradyuman scratched his forehead. Woh kaam Purvi, Sachin aur Freddie kar lega. Tum dono apne tarike se kaam pe lag jao.
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Forensic Lab
Inti si bachhi, iska bhi aisa dardnak maut! Tarika sighed while testing something. Akhir khooni chahta hi kya? Bachhi ko tak nehi chora!
At that same time lab door flanged open and Abhijeet along with Freddie and Purvi entered.
He noticed Tarika's sad face. Kya baat hain Tarika jee, padheshan lag rahe hain? Abhijeet asked softly almost in a whisper.
Abhijeet yeh… yeh… saat saal ki bachhi. Iska bhi… Tarika pointed at a recently reached dead body of a footpath dweller girl.
Teen din me panch khoon… Purvi nodded sadly.
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2 Days Later, CID Quallis
Ye bahat khatarnak hote jaa raha hain. Abhijeet commented thoughtfully.
Hmm… aur iss gang ne jaan-bujhke aisi aisi jagah chun raha hain maarne ke liye… jo abadi se dur aur CCTV range se bilkul bahar. Daya seconded his buddy.
Sachin: hayrani ho rahi hain sir, pure sahar me ek bhi aisi gari haali me chori hui nehi… joh aise kaam ke liye use ho sakta hain… Audi gari ko aise buri tarha se dhakka dena… koi bada gari hona chahiye. Lekin haal hi me koi heavy vehicle ka accident nehi hua hain.
Sare lab even non-registered private lab bhi dekh liya humne. Purvi initiated.
Itna din ho gaya. Kaise koi surag nehi hath lag raha humara! Daya sounded frustrated hit his palm on steering wheel.
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After 2 Hours
Ujalo me toh sab normal hain Boss. Tired Daya sipped a little water rested on bonnet of his dearie Quallis and forwarded the bottle to his buddy.
Lekin kuch na kuch toh milna chahiye yaar. Abhijeet was scanning thoroughly the surroundings.
Itna ghana jangal sir, tire marks hoga bhi toh dikhega nehi. Sachin joined them.
Abhijeet: phir bhi… chalo uss taraf dekhte hain. He pointed a direction while handing the water bottle over Purvi. Mushkil hain… barish ke wajah se kuch milna sach me mushkil hain. Phir bhi, koshish karte hain.
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Kuch mila kya Daya? Abhijeet reached his brother's place anxiously and hurriedly with fast steps. Kuch hona chahiye idhar. He sounded bit impatient.
Udhar toh kuch nehi sir. Purvi came out from a shady portion.
Yeh jagah… Daya spread map over ground and pointed a marked place sitting on his knee. Yeh hain Mumbai-Ahmedabad national highway aat. He eyed at a road drew on map. Aur yeh jagah hain murder ka, highway pe. Aur hum khare hain aab yahan. His finger travelled through map.
Abhijeet noticed keenly. Kam az kam sidha highway se bees kilometer duri par hain hum murder spot se. Jangal me sayad thora kam rashta ho sakta hain. He stood straight. Lekin organs hi nikalna tha, koi itni dur tak travel karega bhi kiun risk le ke? Aaspass hi karna chahiye. Phir wapas gari ke pass body chorna bhi tha use. Kiunki gari ka accident usi jagah pe karwaya gaya tha. Dusra kahin hota toh woha zaroor thora sa bhi engine oil milta hi milta hume.
Hmm. Barish jitna bhi ho, pani se engine oil gayab hona na mumkin. Lekin idhar main sara jagah achhe se chan mara. Kahin pe koi underground tunnel jaysa kuch nehi. Daya folded map, jahan pe koi khufiyan lab ban sakta hain aise kamon ke liye. Lekin baki area bhi toh saaf. Aise kayse ho sakta hain!
Sachin scowled and aimlessly looked here and there while Purvi stood with a plain face.
Abhijeet noticed the approaching afternoon and suggested to move back from Mumbai-Ahmedabad NH-8, the suspicious spot of the very first murder of this continuous chain!
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CID haay haay. Aaj tak hum CID Mumbai ko le kar jitna ghamand karte the… Serial Killing case me CID humare sare ummidon par pani pher diya.
Purvi uttered the post quite shockingly. Sirrr… is post pe 90 likes padha hain in only 15 minutes! She flipped her cell phone.
Daya sped off their car with a low huhh!
Sir yeh dekhiye kisine post kiya…
Aarz kiya hain, tumhari patni ka bhai lagta tumhara sala hai
Wah Wah
Tumhari patni ka bhai lagta tumhara sala hai
Daya says: Abhijeet mujhe to lagta zaroor daal me kuch kala hai
Sachin's voice slowly diminished with the last line. He changed his focus from his mobile. Amm… sorry sir. Barely had he excused.
Abhijeet turned at back seat. Tum kiun sorry bol rahe ho? Tumne likha yeh? His voice was full of disappointment.
Sachin gestured negative hurriedly.
Abhijeet seriously: phir?
Sirrr apko bhi kisi ne tag kiya. Purvi pointed Daya…
Mere liye kuch khas? Daya asked while driving looking at rare view mirror.
The hardest part of work,
is to pretend you're working hard. (like Daya spend his day by todhing darwaja) Unhappy shade covered reader's voice
You can only stack so many papers,
or shuffle so many business cards. (like Abhijeet always has to keep in mind his Amnesia doctor's appointment) Reader chuckled nodding his head
In one tab you'll have your email.
And the other you'll have your shows. (like Pankaj always shuffle different food scoops) Reader laughed little
And you can switch between them so quickly
Your boss hardly knows. (ACP thought all his men are so talented!) The ever expressive eyes of the commentator glowed up for once
But once you tired of Facebook,
And you've written too many Tweets.
You'll stroll down to the breakroom, (like Fredric deals with atma craps) Reader made a face
And help yourself to treats. (like Dr. Salunkhe maintains his entertainment staying in between dead bodies) A genuine smile spread over reader as well as his co-passengers' face
And if there is a coworker,
with semi-engaging news
You'll only stop and gossip,
for at least an hour or two. (just like CID ladies do) Shit! A feeble murmur came from back seat
Other times you'll play ping pong,
your favorite company perk.
It's amazing what you get done.
When you come to work.
BEST OF LUCK CID…. We hope…. This Serial Killing will go on and go on. Reader sighed deeply
Your excellent working SKILLS will help them to commit more and more such drastic nuisance.
Sirf tumhare liye nehi, sab ke liye tha. Farak sirf itna, kuch gine-chune ko yeh post karne wala naam mention karne ka privilege diya hain. Abhijeet handed back Purvi her cell phone finished his narration of a so called poem posted in Facebook related to fruitless tries of CID to nab the serial killer.
Kitna ghatiya post hain! Daya exclaimed. Na hi poem na hi verse message! Bakwasss!
Bakwas nehi Daya… sach me log gana likh rahe hain humpar…. Abhijeet zoom out his cell screen and sang…
Tujhe dekha toh ye jana CID
Khooni ko kayse na pakadhte CID
Aab ihan se kahan jayen hum
Kahin khooni ke chapet me na aa jayen hum…
Subha kisi ne mere wall par post ki. He threw his cell on dashboard and concentrated in outside scenario with a silent face.
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One Day Later
ACP Pradyuman was observing outside from his cabin. Sachin and Purvi were discussing something in low voice pointing their monitors.
Abhijeet was busy to study some documents while Daya also silently checking something in his computer.
ACP sensed something fishy as Daya was present in Bureau and no hasi-mazak, no Abhijeet's mock angry eyes, no leg pulling, no special silent conversation… quite impossible!
His phone started ringing and it was Dr. Salunkhe, noticing he picked up. Bol Salunkhe, kuch naya pata chala?
Tum toh ho Baba Adam ke zamane ka… tumhe kayse kuch pata chalega? Pura social media me humare team ka kya dhajjyan udh raha hain, dekha tum? Jante bhi ho kuch? The Forensic head paused.
Mere wall pe itna sara ajib ajib post ho raha hain, main soch raha hoon, kuch dino ke liye account deactivate kar doon. Tarika ko kisi ne Forensic chor ke Veterinary practice karne ki salah di hain Facebook pe. Kitna embarrassing hain ye baat, samajh rahe ho?
Aaj subha kisi ne Tweet kiya hain… CID is the black patch of Mumbai Police. The team should be thrown into Arabian Sea. Sau se jada retweet hua hain ye. Boss hum kya yeh deserve karte hain?
Aur ek shuno. Dr. Salunkhe was in his own flow. Due to terror of Serial Killer, Mumbaians are in danger and CID is in manger. Boss yeh sab kya hain?
Tu mujhe kiun puch raha hain, kya hain? Main hoon kya sab ke piche? Koshish kar toh raha hain sab. Khooni ek bhi surag nehi chor raha toh karen kya? The head of CID sounded little upset. Upar se DCP Chitrole….
Kal phir aaya tha? Dr. Salunkhe asked his friend.
Aaya nehi, bulaya tha. Aaj bhi meeting hain Home Secretary ke sath.
After a brief silence, Sab bahat mayush ho gaya hain Salunkhe idhar. Bahat tension me hain. Abhijeet aur Daya pata nehi kahan kahan ghum raha hain raat raat bhar. Sab chup ho gaya bilkul. ACP Pradyuman sighed heavily.
Kuch nehi laga hath? The genius doctor asked merely.
Nehi yaar. Ek hafte me chay khoon. Sab ke sab organ ke liye. Saaf dikh raha hain Serial Killing. Lekin hattyaron ka nah koi surag… nah koi naam-o-nishan. ACP sounded irritated or might be frustrated.
The Forensic head tried to pacify his buddy. Zald hi koi na koi surag milega yaar. Tum itna socho mat.
Tu last murder ka autopsy report bhej yaar. Kya naam hain uss ladhke ka? ACP Pradyuman asked.
Rangya. Dr. Salunkhe replied.
Pata hain mujhe, bas aise hi kaha main… aur report?
Haan haan. Tarika ke hathon bhej raha hoon. Case ka gussa mujhpar na nikalo aise… huhh! & call cut from both side.
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Kya hua… muh laktake kiun ho tum sab? ACP Pradyuman came out from his cabin with a serious shade in his face.
All present officers stood up from their chair.
Paheli baar sahar me khoon ho raha hain? ACP Pradyuman asked strictly.
He again: kya paheli baar hume case solve karne me waqt lag raha hain? Aur waqt lag bhi raha hain toh kitna? Ek hi hafta hua hain… ek mahina yah ek saal nehi bita.
Now his officers lowered their heads.
ACP Pradyuman seriously: kis se muh chupake phir rahe ho tum sab? Kuch Social Sites ke post se? Kya woh log humara madat karenge? Kya woh log tum sab ke jagah investigate karne aayenge? Koi clue milega kya hume?
He replied himself looking all pale faces. Social sites ke posts se dhyan hatake apna kaam pe do. Uthte, baythte, sote, jaagte tum logo ka joh yeh profile check karne ka adat hain… dur rehte ho toh iss sab se jab mission pe jate ho… aab kiun itna bechyan ho rahe ho?
He scanned all faces with angry glare.
Abhijeet tum bhi! ACP stepped towards his right hand. Tumhe toh iss sab ka addiction tha nehi. Tumpar bhi itna asar iss sab ka! Kisi ne tumhara yaaddast ka mazak kya banaya…. TV, newspaper me do-char cartoons kya chap gaya, tum toh sach me apna dimag bandh kar diye ho!
Sorry sir. Abhijeet stole a glance of his buddy who stood in opposite desk lowering his head.
Aaj se, abhi se… sab ke sab apna accounts check karna bandh karo social sites pe. The CID head raised his voice.
Udhar randomly visit kar ke kuch hath nehi lagne wala, bekar me dimag hi kharab hota rahega. Yaad rakhna. Apna network aur strong karo… aur bariki se sare evidences joh humare hath laga hain, use test karo, examine karo. Hard working ka koi alternative hota nehi. Kaam karoge, tab hi result milega. Woh sab chor ke pura din mobile me… logo ke Tweet padhne se yah Facebook ka tarha tarha post aur tag follow karne se kuch hoga nehi.
He paused for a moment. Aaj ke baad…. Aaj ke baad, yeh case jab tak na khatam ho raha hain, koi bhi…. He again shot a deadly glair… koi bhi apna account nehi check karega. Case solve karo. Phir uss sab me time pass karna. Tab tak ke liye… koi bhi nehi.
ACP Pradyuman sounded really strict. Tum me se koi bhi school ke bachhe ho nehi. Ummid karta hoon, kisiko dobara bolne ki zaroorat nehi padhega mujhe. Got it! Agar kisine baat ko taalne ki koshish bhi ki, account bandh karwa dunga main. Dimag me yeh baat achhe se daal lo. He stormed out from there.
All were looking one another's face helplessly and confusingly.
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