Please note that this story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to any event or person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. We do not intend on offending any race, religion or community.
”Great excuse! He escaped? Or you let him escape?” Nisha angrily yelled at Mr. Raghav.
”Mam please try to understand, we……”, Mr. Raghav tried to calm her down.
”I come here this morning with the intention of speaking to Mr. Nishant regarding this incident and when I enter this office, you say that the offender has escaped and I should let it go. I know you people. You were afraid when I mentioned of bringing in the police!”
Nisha hastily drank a glass of water and angrily slammed her fist on the table. She wasn’t fighting here for a stranger, she was here for herself. This incident was a threat for every single person residing in that hotel. Such carelessness was just not acceptable.
”Mr. Raghav,” said Mr. Nishant as he walked into the office, “I guess you should get back to work now. There is nothing more that we can do about this.”
Nisha shot him an angry glare. She badly wanted to punch him in the face.
”They are all in this together,” she thought.
Diya was peacefully having her breakfast when thoughts of the last night’s incident began to flood her mind. Though she felt afraid at by the bitter memories, yet at the same time she felt proud of herself.
”I guess God wanted to show me how awesome I am. I am not that weak as I thought of myself to be. I am here, all alone in a new town, fighting off drunkards and still dreaming big. I am so proud of myself. I am a hero!”
These words of self appreciation made Diya’s face glow a lot brighter. She felt confident and powerful. She felt as if success was already on her way.
”Are you done with your breakfast?”, asked Nisha as she angrily stormed into the room.
”Almost,” replied Diya, “by the way my room is in a bad state so I guess that I will have to stay here for a little more time.”
”Thats all right,” said Nisha, “but there is something important that I wish to speak to you about.”
Diya quickly cleared up everything and sat down curiously to listen to her.
”First of all,” began Nisha, “how come a drunkard breaks into your room? I mean its possible for a drunk person to do such a thing but he could have created a chaos is the dining hall or in the sitting area. Why would a man, who is not even in his senses, walk up to the reception or wherever they keep that extra bunch of keys, wait for the way to be clear, steal the keys and break into your room which is on the 4th floor and that too at the very end! All this doesn’t make any sense.”
”Maybe someone told him to do so and he wasn’t really drunk!”, Diya spoke fearfully.
”Exactly!” said Nisha, “this incident last night, is not as obvious as it seems. I am telling you Diya, my gut feeling is often right. There is something very wrong in here.”
The girls knew that something wasn’t right at all. But what was it?
”Its okay,” said Nisha, “Lets leave it here. I have a wedding to attend this afternoon. And you should think of leaving this place as soon as possible.”
”But I have nowhere to go. Mr. Nishant has offered me free stay for a week and……..”
”Hold on!” said Nisha, “why would he let you stay here for free?”
”The thing is that….” Diya was about to tell her the reason when Nisha’s phone suddenly rang. She went out to the balcony to receive her call.
”I guess I will have to leave now,” said Nisha, “there are a couple of arrangements still left. By the way, I would be delighted if you would join us too. You might feel a lot better.”
”Thanks for the invitation, but I am not too sure about this.”