chapter two: a old case

rishab pov

"abhee suman se baat karane ka mauka nahin hai (there is no chance to talk to suman right now) " ishaan said as he entered inside the room "aur kya main poochh sakati hoon kyon?(and may i ask why?)" shabana asked "she tried to kill herself, for god knows why to kabir ke baare mein kya (so what about kabir)" ishaan asked in the end  "kabeer kal aaenge, aaj nahin, kyonki raat bahut ho gaee hai, aur aajakal yahaan seph nahin hai (kabir will come tomorrow, not today because it is very much night, and now a days it is not safe around here)" shabana said "and let me guess he has more security?" ishaan said, although they hated they each other before.

but now, after working together they became friends.  "no shit" Shabana said as she was busy in the file "whats wrong," Ishaan asked "nothing, just got a case file" shabana said looking at it. ishaan took a peep at it and it was a guy.

"vahee aadamee? (it that the same guy?)" ishaan said "haan, vah ladaka jisakee maan kee kaar durghatana mein mrtyu ho gaee (yes, the guy whose mother died back in car accident)" Shabana said "but you believe the news is fake," ishaan said "khabar nahin lekin usakee maut kaise huee... (not the news but how she died...)" shabana said "what do you mean?" asked ishaan "usakee maan kee mrtyu kaar durghatana se nahin huee thee, use kaee baar chaakoo maara gaya tha(her mother did not die by a car accident, she was stabbed many times)" shabana said showing the picture.

"tumhaara matalab hai, soorya ko isake baare mein pata tha lekin kuchh ne use ab yah bataane ke lie majaboor kiya (you mean, Surya knew about this but something forced him now to tell)" ishaan asked as they both were going to a random house the next day "yes, thats what she told" shabana said.

"wait? who is she?" ishaan asked Shabana turned around and said "you know soon, and before you ask why i am talking about this case because i think it is connected to mehak" and ishaan nodded.

advika pov

i came inside the room making tea, i saw tara punching the punching bag "kya hua? (what happened?" i asked "mujhe nahin pata yaar, yah maamala bas mere sir chadhakar bol raha hai! baar-baar kee tarah yah phir se maar kar vaapas aa raha hai (i do not know yaar, this case is just going over my head! like again and again it is coming back hitting again)" tara said punching the bag i kept the tray, and went back to her "yah hamaaree jindagee hai, panching baig.. yah peechhe-peechhe aata hai aur kabhee-kabhee hamen maarata hai agar ham ise nahin ladate hain. mujhe pata hai ki hamaara jeevan kabhee bhee gulaabon ke bistar ke lie nahin hota hai, lekin hamen majaboot hone aur hamaare saath jo kuchh bhee hota hai usake lie taiyaar hone kee jaroorat hai. (this is our life, the punching bag.. it comes back and back and hit us sometimes if we do not fight it. I know our life is never meant to have a bed of roses, but we need to be strong and get ready for what ever happens to us.)" i said to her  tara smiled at me.