To Where It All Began ✔

24. Who's Behind Him...?

1:45 PM, 3rd April, Disha's House, Mumbai

"Decide? What is there to decide Amna? I may be Anant Mhatre's son but first I am a human. My father has no consideration or respect for any person beneath him. He has treated other people like garbage... He has trampled the people who rose against him without giving a second thought. He has committed fraud. The huge Mhatre empire which once stood for honesty and ethics of my late grandfather is now standing on blood and cries of innocent helpless people"

He confidently continued with a robust voice, "I am ashamed to be his son. I have also lost someone just because of his greed. The day I find direct evidence against him, I promise you all, I will be the one to confront him first. People say the good deeds of parents get converted into blessings for their children, what about their bad deeds? Does it become a curse for their children? I have been already cursed, I guess"

"I will make him rectify his deeds, he will have to pay the price for whatever he has done. Till now Disha and her mother were alone in their struggle, but now you and I are also with them. Let's take this to the end, the twenty-five-year-old suffering has to end. The incomplete work of Anna, the incomplete of her parents, the incomplete work of Sarita Aunty and her husband has to be completed at any cost"

His eyes were completely fearless, he didn't mumble even once while making his statement. His heart, brain, and mouth were saying the same thing. He knew what he wanted and his stalwart words were more than enough for the people around him to get convinced.

"Okay, so now we people are together in this, there is no more thinking or having second thoughts regarding this. None of us will back out at any cost, do you all agree?" Disha asked everyone in the room confidently as she clenched her fists tightly.

Everyone nodded in affirmation and then Sarita said in a gentle tone, "You three have to be very careful, this our last chance of making things right, and this time no one will suffer again"

After a few more minutes of conversation, Amna and Shreekant left Disha's home instructing her to meet them in the Outhouse in the evening to discuss the next plan of action. Amna drove Shreekant back to his office and came back to the Outhouse patiently waiting for the evening in great anticipation.

6:20 PM, 3rd April, Outhouse

Shreekant, Amna, and Disha gathered in the painting room of Anna which was located at a far corner of the hall. Shreekant had already sent all the servants out and locked the door properly making sure that there was no provision for any sought of eavesdropping by anyone.

Disha shifted the chair towards the round table leaning herself forward and started the conversation, "We will start from scratch, every single, smallest uncanny detail has to be noted, so Amna you begin"

Amna gulped her saliva and cleared her throat, "Firstly, the rope marks and the injection mark with light bruises around it which I saw on Anna's body"

"Rope marks means she was tied somewhere before she died, but what about those bruises?", Shreekant said looking in the direction of Amna brushing his fingers against his chin.

"Those kinds of marks are very familiar... I mean those bruises usually appear when the injection is given at the wrong site or due to allergy to any form of medication, perhaps Anna was drugged before she died. Secondly, she had swallowed a Pendrive, which was clearly visible on her X-ray, and judging from the fact that the pen drive was still in her stomach she must have ingested it around three to four hours before"

"The Pendrive had something really important, maybe the proof she collected against ROYMHA which could bring Anant Mhatre down", Disha said in a low-pitched voice as she tapped her pen on the desk.