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The Mother Acknowledges the Daughter's murderer

  K For Acknowledgement To read J’s story, please click here “The woman has identified the man as who murdered her daughter.  Doubt how serious she is.  Throughout my questioning, she accused the ward member, never mentioning the possibility of her daughter having a specific friend, a migrant labourer. Used Canva.com frame and photo Arjun parked his car in the front yard of the district police headquarters. By August, the Monsoon should have toned down, not this year. He found rescue under an umbrella. The corridor at the entrance was wet and stained with mud. He reached in front of the office and knocked on the door. DYSP Mahesh Kovoor was in a severe mood, as Arjun had anticipated. After the chit-chats, Kovoor cut the chase. “The ADGP is submitting the charge sheet for the Chembolli murder case today. Sure, you have heard it.” “I did. It came in the news.” “Have they approached you before finalising it?” “No,” Madhavan felt the brush of a fire stub inside.  It was the deliberate

He Felt a Little Jagged

J for Jagged To read the story for I, please click here He paused in front of the mirror in his bedroom and addressed his reflection in the mirror.  “Are you in love with her?”  The word love tickled through his veins, kindling a tenderness in him.  Arjun felt a heaviness dragging him down, a lethargic effect pricking hard.  He shouldn’t have gone to Malaviaka’s in the name of reclaiming a shameful memory for him.  He should have let the book part with him—was it anything dear to him.  She said she planned to reach him one day to return the book to him.  Now, he seems to be on the wrong side--irritated her for a bad reason.  More than that, something else pinned him down.  Malavika, aka Meenu, is a person that Silpa was not.  How come he never met her even though she visited his home.  Every day, Silpa mentioned her.  It was rude that he didn’t inquire about her.  Why was that?  Silpa would have introduced her to him if she had visited his home in his presence.  “Meet my cousin M

She Felt Invicta

To read H’s story, please visit here . “And I didn’t get a chance to express my feeling fully. No other officer would have come to rescue a woman who made a distress call at night. Whenever I thought of approaching you and expressing my feeling, I fear. What would be your reaction?  And a woman cannot approach a man to have a genuine conversation in this society.”   Arjun felt deflated. The mention of Silpa by the TV reporter blinded him and knocked him out of his right mind. He ever had come across such an embarrassing situation, but again, who is she? She acted as if she was in close alliance with Silpa. He dived deep into his memories to trace out an instance when Sillpa made a mention of her--nothing. “Haven’t you asked Silpa about the book?’ She was taking the upper hand. That night he noticed the book was missing from his shelf-- he had slept on the sofa in his reading, and since then, he had no genuine conversation with Silpa. The uneasiness in their relationship caused it, bu

A Hotchpotch of Emotions

  H for Hotchpotch To read G's story, please visit here “Sir, you are an officer with power, and you can do anything using that power.  Whatever I say might count against me, but you must listen to me even if I am an offender.  You should have called me to your office.” Designed using Canva.com Arjun couldn’t let pass the question about the woman who played with him and his identity—he was a person in charge of law and order.  On Sunday, he decided to visit the lady—her address he got from her reports on the case sheet.  He had a case—how had the book he kept in his library ended up in her bag.  How has she got entry into his home?  If a fraud, she graduated in her art using the first person in charge of the security of the people in the area, and it would soon backfire on him and the system.  He should act before things reach such a worst-case scenario, and he has a bunch of clever opponents inside the police force. Apartment 13B, Heather Pen.  13B winked at him from the display p

Arjun Began to Nurse his Grievance Against the Woman

  G-For Grievance To read F’s story, please visit here . The scepticism about Silpa’s role in the episode he had laid to rest bounced back into his mind.  Mixing personal with the official.  New gossip chicks would he hatched in the medias’ gossip machines.  He photographed the bag and the books’ pages with his writings before checking out the stuff officially. Arjun went through the preliminary case report Dev had prepared.  The lady missed the train booked for her return trip after attending the IT conference at Thiruvananthapuram.  Reached Aluva train station by 10. 15 pm and proceeded the journey driving her car parked at the station.  She was going to meet her parents at their home near Kattumuku junction at Perumbavoor—on the way, she topped up her tank at the Reliance filling station.  A Mahindra Land Rover appeared in line with her on the road immediately after she hit the road, from the station.  Men in Mahindra shouted at her opening their car windows.  She speeded when they

He Remembered His Baby-Friend Malavika

He Remembered His Baby-Friend Malavika  Read E's story, please go here .  Welcome to Letter F's Story He looked at Malavika-how would he detect any similarity between the chubby face of a young girl and that of a grown-up woman?  And she was sitting alone on a hospital bench, downcast.  His mind traversed through their meeting scene at the gorge.  "The media wants to meet you' Dev stepped inside Anand's office.  "Not again!" Early morning, he had a brief with them.  That was routine. "A senior reporter from Chanel 36.  You know how the media works." "You better deal with them," Arjun hates the media involvement for their evocative dialogues and questions to arouse cheap sensation in the viewers.     "I did my part, told you're busy preparing the FIR.  But you know them.  They insist on meeting you." "Um, let them in." Came inside two gentlemen-one 36 TV reporter and a camera operator took seats in An

The Noise Sounded like an Earthquake

 The Noise Sounded like an Earthquake D for Disaster, please read here In five minutes, Anand found the shrubs dwindling, and the marshy ground was taken up by a type of tall, pliable water grass easy to pass through.  He noticed footsteps on the ground, suggesting someone had taken that root before him.  He approached a tree rooted in the valley, sprawling around, with the stem pressing against the gorge's wall and sensed a movement on the other side of the tree.  To explain the car's position on the inclined strip of the land across the valley, one needs to sweat through the equations of Newton and the momentum, Anand thought.  Since he was not an expert in that field, Anand didn't take on that challenge.  The car's boot suffered heavy damage, and the bonnet rammed into the gorge.  The likelihood of someone escaping unharmed from it was slim. The driver's door remained flung open.  A briefcase and an ASUS laptop were on the floor at random positions, thrown off

They Heard a Noise that Signalled a Disaster

“Life constantly presents the greatest opportunity brilliantly disguised as the biggest disaster.” David Icke The Starter: On his way to rescue the woman, Anand attends to a car plunged into a gorge by the roadside. A man in the neighbourhood approached him and volunteered a conversation. As Anand was about to act on the hint he picked from the conversation, Dev, the reinforcement team leader, spots another vehicle a bit down the first vehicle. What happened then? Wait for the letter E. Can read the letter for C here . “It sounded like an earthquake,” a man approached Anand in the light of a torchlight, a short man in a vest and pants.  You always find a neighbourhood in the vicinity of accidents eager to narrate the occurrences painted with their imagination, political will, proficiency in the socio-economic perspectives or whatever is deemed appropriate for them, Anand thought. They add light moments to the tension, sometimes sheaths gems of valuable leads.  A police vehicle stop

A Car Crash- The Police Failed to Trace the Woman

   Can you think of anything more permanently elating than to know that you are on the right road at last! --Vernon Howard A2Z Post for the letter C --Read Post for B here . The Starter: Arjun is on a rescue mission searching for a woman unknown to him who placed an SOS on his private phone. No further communication to locate her, to assure her about his mission, but he passionately believes she would wait for him in her trust.  He comes across a car crash-- where would it lead his mission, wait for the letter D.    Three cars passed him in the opposite direction, showing no sign of chasing one another. He drove three kilometres when Zak messaged him about alerting the guys at the tower about the mission-– he added that the reinforcement would reach him soon. For another two kilometres, the road remained deserted—the Monsoon clouds ramming vigorously in the sky signalled an impending downpour.   The rain would put another damper on his mission and aggravates the criminals.   There are

Arjun Receives a Blood-Curdling Call from a Woman in the Middle of the Night

" B ad law is the worst sor t of tyranny",--Edmund Burke Blog Chatter A2Z 2022 April 2, B-for Baddies A note to my readers: Yesterday (April 1), I presented Anand, the protagonist in my upcoming thriller, Murder at Thampuran Kotta. If you have missed it,  please read it here . The remaining posts in this campaign are from Part-5 of my novel. The Bridge: The summary of what happened from part 1 to part 5? In the first chapter, my readers found Anand in a whirlpool of contradictions--his marriage wasn't functioning as had expected. He formulated theories like one shouldn't venture to marry a woman unless you find her well disposed towards you. He never tried to find a woman of that sort was his mistake. Having that guilt, he put maximum effort to compromise with his wife and carry forth. Until that day, she toppled their marriage, dropping the divorce bomb.  As the officer in charge of the Thampuran Kotta murder case, he worked conscientiously to bring the murderers out

Arjun Madhavan - the Protagonist of my up-Coming Thriller-Murder at Thampuran Kotta

A 'no' uttered from the deepest conviction is better than a 'yes' merely uttered to please, or worse to avoid trouble -- Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi A-For Arjun #BlogChatterA2Z The image was taken from Pexels.com Thoroughly excited to reveal the protagonist of my upcoming thriller -Murder at Thampuran Kotta, as part of this year's A2Z marathon-the first of its kind I have ever undertaken. His name is Arjun Madhavan--a familiar name among Malayalam speakers. The first post would suffice to present him before you, not a hectic introduction. Then the remaining twenty-five posts to complete the rest of my novel or up to where they take me. This is my second author endeavour- the first is an e-book titled, Under the Bakula Tree, published on Amazon.com-- a contemporary woman story and a short read--a sisterhood taking root under the patriarchy is the subtitle.   Three-fourths of the thriller I have covered.  It was a group expedition, I reckon, sailing through unfamili