Please note that this story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to any event and/or person living and/or dead is purely coincidental. We do not intend on offending any race, religion or community.
”I know that you are speaking the truth,” Mr. Das was having a conversation with Nisha and Diya.
”My son is missing and now I am worried for my daughter too,” he said and broke down into tears.
”Is there anything we can do for you?” asked Diya.
”Yes, it is and thats what I wanted to speak to you about. Will you take care of my daughter?”
”I don’t get this,” said Nisha, “what do you mean?”
”The whole day I am busy with the team. My daughter is all alone here. She is of your age. Will you please be with her? I shall pay for all your expenses.”
The girls looked at each other. They did want to help him but all this seemed too dangerous.
”Please give us a minute Sir,” said Nisha as she dragged Diya to a corner.
“This is risky,” she said, “but we have nowhere else to go.What do you say?”
”Love knows best,” said Diya, “whats the love within you saying?”
”It says that if something happens to his daughter, I shall consider myself guilty. I can clearly see that he doesn’t trust anyone here.”
Diya gave her a warm loving smile and then walked up to Mr Das.
”You needn’t worry about your daughter Sir. We will take care of her.”
”Thank you so much. May God bless you.”
”We will pray for your son,” said Nisha.
”You cant just blame anyone like that,” said Vivan.
Arjun and him were having a heated argument.
”Don’t be fooled by their innocence. You know nothing of them.”
”And all you know of them is the nonsense Mr Ajay has told you. I never knew you could be so easily manipulated.”
”Why are you so on their side?”
”Trust me Arjun. I have a gut feeling that those girls are honest.”
”That,” said Arjun, “only time will tell.”
Nisha settled in the cozy ambiance of the hotel library as she flipped open a fashion magazine. She wasn’t interested in it at all. But she desperately needed some random stuff to divert her mind. She still shivered everytime she thought of what she had seen.
Diya locked the door of her room and changed into her newly bought cotton gown. She then took out her diary and began jotting down the ideas she had for her new magazine.
”And what about the pictures?” she thought, “I also need to study a little about the weather effects. Now lets see.”