Dil Se Dance

Connecting Dots: Ghai Murder

Sound of applause...
"Well, well, well, Mr. Rishi Shekhawat..." He turned around to see the source of the voice and met the 5 foot 7 inches tall lady, two feet shorter than him with a smile playing on her lips. He raised his eyebrows as she continued to talk.

"Kitni achchi performance diya hein RaiPrakash ne... hein na?" As he stared at this unknown lady, she just adjusted her glasses to look at the young girl who now was exiting the dias, her spectacles that acted a factor which made her look more dangerous and formal in her attire.

"Mein unki beti ki baare nahi, RP industries ka last net market value ke baare mein bata rahi thi. Dance toh dikhaawa hein, asli baat, woh khaandan ke waaris hein."

"Aur aapki pehchaan?" He asked. But she seemed to be least bothered with her introduction.

"I'm not surprised. Court mein aap thodi aathe hein... Lekin kya Dubey Ji ne aapko kuch details nahi diye?" She looked at him midway, corrected her glass pushing the frame towards her sinus.

"Ghai?" He remembered about what his lawyer had informed him before, about the Agnihotris having hired the services of a new lawyer.

"Mrs. Smriti Chandrasekhar Ghai... Theek hein aap Ghai hi bula lijiye..." She smirked. Rishi stood there staring at her, his face showing disinterest.

She continued, "...aapki well wisher banke bolun toh ek baat hein. Har baar ki tarah iss baar bhi aap court mat aayiyega... Kyunki iss baar chingaari barasne waali hein chaaro aur... kayi aag na badhe aur aap jal jaaye..." She started moving away by saying at that, but Mr.Shekhawat was not one who'd just listen and let go.

"Ghai... Aapki khayal ki taarif hein, par kayi aapki baat sach na ho jaaye..." He smirked. She turned around, scoffed at him and then walked away.

"Can't believe Smriti Ghai humein dhamkaane yahaan, New York chali aayi?" Nandini who had listened to their conversation the whole time standing beside her hubby, giggled.

"Woh yahaan aayi, kyunki use pata nahi hein ki woh kiske saath khadi hein aur kiske khilaaf... Ab maza chakhegi yeh bahut khoob..."

That night, back at Shekhawat Mansion...
"Sharon... Sharon. Rai. Prakash. The Dancing Cinderella... The Dancing Diva!!" Swayam spelled her name as he fell on the bed.

"Bhai, aap bhool toh nahi gaye ki pandrah saal umr ki aashiqui paagalpan toh hein hi!! ...par zyaada der tikthi bhi nahi... Kenny ka kya hua dha yaad hein na?" Taani giggled and teased her brother.

"Arre Kenny ko maro goli! ...Yeh aashiqui hein bhi ya nahi, yeh pata nahi... Par haan, use phir se dekhne ki mann toh kar raha hein..." He said while a smile forming on his lips, unable to believe what he just had said.

"Toh aapko kaun roke hein? Bhabhi toh Manhattan Contemporary Academy ke 10 dinom ke sessions keliye jaanewaali hein..."

"Brian Simmons?..." He glanced at her.

"Exactly... Mr. Simmons classes le rahe hein... Aapko toh wahaan admission yunh hi mil jaayenge..."

"Lekin aise karne se use pata chal sakti hein ki mein ek Shekhawat hun... I don't want her to know that..." He frowned.

"Kyun nahi bhai? Woh toh achchi baat hein na? Rai Prakash keliye aur kya badi baat ho sakthi hein jab woh jaane ki unki beti ko ek Shekhawat pasand karta hein?" Taani walked over his bed and made herself comfortable on the chair next to it. He faced her sitting up straight.