Devika stared at her. “You really understand being in love, don’t you? What it involves, what it means? Does that come from experience?”
“More a natural instinct, I would say!”
“A very diplomatic answer!” Devika laughed. “Sonia, you’ve been a wonderful friend to me this past year and I would really like to thank you for it. I really appreciate whatever you’ve done for me! Thank you!”
“Hey, don’t you think it’s a little too soon for thank yous?” Sonia asked with a twinkle in her eye.
“Right again! Well, see you later. Do let me know how you progress, okay?”
Sonia was still smiling long after Devika had left the room. She liked the woman. Warm-hearted and sincere. And Devika had been sporting about Nidhi, though the cat had almost ruined some of her designer clothes, and she always managed to drop by each morning for a brief chat. Sonia was glad that it was Devika who had rented the office and not some grouchy cat-hater.
She rang the buzzer of the intercom.
“Yes, Boss?”
“Ready for some work, Jatin?”
“Anytime!”
With a feeling of triumph Sonia stared down at the horoscope in her hand. Dawn, fifteenth August, 1947. Asit was in his fifties now. Here was the horoscope of the man who had touched Tara’s heart like no one else had. Despite being twenty-two years younger than her, he had loved her and appreciated her, pursued her till she had driven him away. Sonia felt a thrill of excitement. What a gift to be loved like that, eclipsing all logic, rules, and relationships. What a strong woman Tara must have been to have shoved aside the most rewarding emotion of her life for the sake of her children. It was no wonder that she had regrets towards the end. Poor Tara.
Sonia’s eyes swept over the natal chart of the mysterious Asit. Libra as the zodiac sign and Leo in the ascendant. Good-looking and attractive. Tall, dynamic, and intelligent. Determined, a person who knew his mind well. Stubborn and authoritative. Jupiter and the Sun in the tenth house with Taurus indicated a decent and basically nice human being. Venus, Mars, and Mercury in the ninth house in Aries revealed that he would be talented. Mars in the ninth house signified very strongly that he would fall for a woman older than him. Sonia stared in fascination at the constellation, her attention thoroughly caught. How precise could a horoscope get! Mars in conjunction with Venus in the Moon’s seventh house and the Moon in conjunction with Harshal and Venus and Harshal in opposition—all the planets suggested a dramatic, even eccentric and unusual tale of love. Venus in the seventh house from the Moon, clearly disclosed that the love of his life would be a beautiful woman. Which Tara undeniably was! But Saturn aspected Venus and Mars, rewarding Asit with a lifelong tension as far as the affair was concerned. Also Saturn in the twelfth house in a weak sign Cancer was the Lord of the seventh house, proving that marital peace and happiness were not in Asit’s destiny.
But despite everything, did he continue to love Tara? Sonia wondered. Suddenly she realised that this was no more just a question of hunting down Asit and handing him Tara’s letters. It had become a personal crusade now. She needed to discover what he felt for Tara. Where had his passion for an older woman landed him? Was he happy doing what he was? Satisfied with the way his life had turned out? And most important, was he still in love with Tara? Or had he moved on, proving that love was an overrated emotion and that like everything else in this world, it changed? Sonia had to find out. If years could alter love.
She was surprised at the intense interest she felt in this case. An inner voice seemed to be goading her to find the answers to some of life’s most important questions. Did real love exist?
The door swung open and Jatin strode in. Sonia glanced at his face and knew from his smug smile that he had news.
“Successful?” she asked.
“Hundred percent!” He beamed. “Name: Asit Rao. Year of Passing: 1970. Resident of Mumbai, born on 15th August 1947. Graduated with distinction as a Mechanical Engineer. Later returned as a Chief Guest to the college. The present principal happened to be his classmate and was most forthcoming with information. Though he had no idea where Asit is at the moment, the principal knew that Asit had stayed as a paying guest with their professor Tara Karnik. That he was a brilliant student and a ranker. Also very good-looking. He had all the girls swooning over him.”
“Fantastic work, Jatin! We have a good base to work from now. With a horoscope and the information you dug up, finding Asit Rao should not be too much of a trouble!”
“Does that mean I can leave you to it?” her assistant asked, a little self-importantly.
“Of course you can!”
“Good, because I have a lot of work to do. I have to prepare for my ghost watch tonight. Bring my hockey stick, keep a thermos of chai ready, a blanket. Then there’s the Christmas tree to decorate and gifts to buy—we are going to celebrate Christmas this year at the office, aren’t we?”
“Of course we are!”
“Great. I’m off home to do the needful. You needn’t lock up, I’ll be back in half an hour.”
“Right!” Sonia swallowed the word Boss, which sprang humorously to her lips. She realised that she decidedly preferred a pompous, bumbling Jatin to a sad, depressed one!
“What a wasted night!” Jatin yawned. “I’m off to bed, Boss! Hope you’ll manage the office till I return this afternoon. I really need to catch some sleep.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be working on the computer anyway.” Sonia turned back to the computer.
“And don’t feed Nidhi, She’s had a gala time keeping me awake. Demanding constant attention and food! I think I’ve overfed her!”
Nidhi was curled up in a tight ball, scarcely looking up as Jatin spoke.
“We’re both tired! Not a soul disturbed us! What a shame!” he grumbled.
“Don’t lose hope. Maybe tomorrow night you’ll have luck,” Sonia consoled.
“Or maybe tonight we’ll have luck!” Mohnish interrupted, sauntering inside with a wide grin.
“That is more likely!” Jatin grinned cheekily and, before his Boss could comment, hastily quit the office.
Sonia turned to Mohnish with a stern eye. He looked fresh and handsome in a lemon-yellow shirt. “You’ll give him ideas with these innuendos of yours!”
“Good, because that’s exactly what I plan to do!”
“Why?” She frowned.
“Need I answer that? You’re a special person, Sonia Samarth. I care a lot about you.” Mohnish shrugged.
“But there’s nothing between us!” Sonia switched on the computer.
“Are you sure there’s nothing between us?” he asked deliberately, leaning towards her. His quiet tone stilled her fingers and she glanced up swiftly.
His deep brown gaze was trained on her, with an intensity which seemed to cut through her indifference.
“I…you’re my good friend.” Her mouth was suddenly dry.
“Sure, but a delicate, flimsy boundary protects friendship from crossing over to love. Are you positive that that fragile boundary hasn’t played an illusionary trick on us, in keeping those emotions in check? That we haven’t already unconsciously crossed the boundary?”
“Good morning, everybody!” Devika breezed in, greeting them cheerily.
Sonia blushed and bent hastily over the computer to dust off an invisible speck. The other woman paused awkwardly.
“Am I interrupting anything?” she asked cautiously.
“Actually, yes—” Mohnish began as Sonia remarked simultaneously, “Of course not!”
Devika glanced from one to the other. “Make up your mind. Yes or no?”
“No!” Sonia exclaimed. “Come along and I’ll brief you on the developments!”
Mohnish watched, amused, as the detective updated Devika. Sonia certainly looked especially pretty when she blushed. Dressed in a cotton red-and-black Salwar Kameez, with the red shawl thrown casually over her shoulders, her silky hair swinging, and her expressive eyes on Devika, Mohnis
h was aware of the extreme attraction he felt for her. But she was so frustratingly guarded, thwarting his advances at every step. All her defences sprang up at the slightest hint of something intimate! He had to do something to loosen her guard. He had to make her see that there was something worth exploring between the two of them, if only she would give them a chance!
“I’ve been on the computer for hours, looking up options, but unfortunately I’ve had no success,” Sonia said in a low voice.
Outside, the night was dark, silent, and very cold. It was past midnight and the world seemed to be fast asleep. A thick mist hovered in the garden of the Stellar Investigations Office. Inside the office, Nidhi sat curled on a pillow on the window sill. Occasionally, she opened a sleepy eye and made certain that the low drone of voices continued. Sonia and Mohnish sat on the Panchgani rug, wrapped in warm woollen blankets. The night was pitch black and if it hadn’t been for the small night lamp that Sonia had insisted on leaving on, sight would’ve been impossible. They had a good view of the window, but someone peeping from the outside would see nothing inside.
They had eaten dinner and returned to the office around eleven and settled down to keep watch. After an initial awkwardness, Sonia tuned herself to Mohnish’s professional approach to the task. Now, as she poured some chai into cups and handed one to him, she found herself smiling in the dark. It was a good thing her parents were unorthodox enough to allow this night out. Which was mostly because they trusted and liked Mohnish, of course. Perhaps it was time she trusted him explicitly as well.
His mobile trilled and Mohnish dug hastily into his pocket. One look at the number and he cut it off.
“Who was it?” Sonia whispered.
“Nobody important.”
But the phone again rang insistently. Mohnish glanced at the number and this time he switched off his mobile.
“Obviously somebody really wants to contact you at this late hour. Why don’t you answer the call once and for all!”
“Because I don’t wish to!”
“Why not?” Sonia pressed, surprised at his brusque tone.
“I told you, it’s nothing important. Anyway, I ought to have switched off the mobile long ago. Can’t have it making so much noise when we are supposed to be on guard!”
Sonia accepted his explanation dubiously. Who wished to contact Mohnish in the middle of the night and why didn’t he wish to take the call? And why did he sound so annoyed? Once more, she realised that Mohnish had a side to him that she was not a part of. That probably she would never be a part of. And until she knew what lay in that part of his life, she would always find him a little unpredictable and unreachable.
“You were telling me about your search for Asit,” Mohnish prompted, tucking the cell back into his pocket.
“Only that I found a whole lot of Asit Raos on the Internet. I’ve tracked down some, but so far no success. None of them seems to be the Asit Rao I’m looking for. I shall contact more Asit Raos tomorrow and hope that at least one of them responds positively. If not, I shall start again, with new search engines and new words. This man could be anywhere in the world! If I can find some more of his attributes as keywords, at least one, and if he is on the Net, I shall definitely find him!”
“Why do I get the impression that once again you are getting more involved in this than necessary?” Mohnish took a sip of tea and turned in his seat to search her face in the dim light.
“Because this time it is necessary. I’ve always been curious about love and how long it really lasts. And this is a case in time. An older woman and a younger man. So madly in love but trapped in the wrong time, at the wrong age, and in a terribly complex situation. None of it was their fault or of their making. What I’d like to know is what really happened to their love. It is obvious that she never forgot him and loved him with all her heart. But what about him? Did his love survive, pitted against distance, time, age, and society standards? That is what I would really love to know!” Sonia remarked.
“You mean, you think that this guy moved on, forgot their great love, and just enjoyed his life?” Mohnish asked dryly.
“Something like that. He is a man after all!”
“I don’t believe this! You are biased! Don’t you believe that men can profess undying love and mean it?”
“Of course they do. I mean, most men probably do. But does that declaration really and truly last through life!”
Mohnish scrutinised her face, then suddenly leaned forward. “So if I told you that I love you, you wouldn’t really believe me, would you?”
Sonia blushed, glad of the cover of the darkness. “No. I wouldn’t believe you!”
“Why not? Is it my horoscope?”
“Your horoscope?” For a moment she was surprised, then she answered truthfully. “Partly.”
“What do I have to do to make you believe me?”
The husky note of his voice had sent her pulse racing. The earnestness in his voice, his steady intense gaze seemed to hold her eyes even in the dark. He took the cup from her hand and placed it aside. Then he clasped her hands in his.
“Sonia, you know I’m not kidding. I’ve waited too long to say this, but you’ve been jittery every time I broached the subject. I—”
Suddenly the room was plunged into darkness and Mohnish cursed under his breath. What perfect timing!
“Electricity failure! I’ll find the emergency lamp!” Sonia sounded breathless. She wasn’t sure whether she was relieved with the interruption or not.
She rose, completely blinded by the darkness. Mohnish stood up at the same time and their heads bumped.
“Ouch! What are you doing?”
“I told you I can’t stand the dark!” he whispered.
“Then sit still, please, I’m trying to find the lamp!” she hissed.
Her hands groped in the dark and came up against a woollen sweater. She shrank back instantly.
“Don’t worry, it’s only me!” Mohnish reported.
All the more reason to worry, Sonia thought.
She turned quickly. This electricity! Why wasn’t there some semblance of order and discipline in power cuts? And where was the emergency lamp? She had specifically kept it on the table, so as to reach it in the dark!
She stepped aside, banged her foot against a chair, and stumbled. Instantly, strong arms enveloped her. For a minute, she froze, transfixed and dazed with his proximity, the pleasant odour of Mohnish’s body, hearing his heart beat even faster than hers. The atmosphere was charged and heady. A great warmth suffused through her and she experienced a sudden craving for the moment to extend into eternity!
Nidhi meowed, staring at the window. The fur on her back began to rise.
Sonia stepped back hastily, blushing furiously in embarrassment as the cat’s meows registered through the thick mist of attraction.
“Take it easy, okay?” Mohnish murmured. “There’s no desperate need to find a light.”
“But I thought you hated the dark.”
“Yes, but you are the one who’s all panicky,” he pointed out in a low, amused voice. “Just stand still. I’ll find the lamp. My eyes are quite accustomed to the dark now. And I know where it is. I moved it to the window seat, near Nidhi, before we settled down.”
“Now you tell me!” Sonia snapped.
Suddenly Nidhi’s loud angry hissing filled the room. The little cat was standing on two paws, clawing the pane. A figure in white hovered outside the grilled window.
“Shh…” Mohnish whispered urgently. “The ghost!”
Sonia darted to the window and grabbed the lamp. But just as she did so, a loud howl of pain pierced the night. Mohnish yanked the office door open and they raced out into the darkness. Just in time to glimpse the ghost stumbling over tree roots and fleeing into the dark. A white bedsheet trailed behind him and his waistlong dreadlocks hung like rags flapping in the wind. As the figure dissolved into the mist, Mohnish broke into a run, plunging into the darkness, chasing the ghost down the lane.
Sonia stared in amazement as another figure appeared out of the shadows. She switched on the emergency lamp. Jatin! And he had a hockey stick in hand!
“What are you doing here?” she asked incredulously.
“Keeping watch, of course! I couldn’t trust the two of you together, so I decided to extend my duties and add my experienced vigil to the watch tonight. And am I glad I did! I’ve given that ghost such a whack with my hockey stick, he’s not going to turn up again in a long time!” Jatin reported triumphantly.
Sonia stared in disbelief at her assistant. “Don’t you think trying to catch him would’ve been a more profitable option for us? Instead of just driving him away?”
“Well, actually I didn’t really think of that. I was longing to get my hands on that troublesome ghost and I certainly got the satisfaction. Anyway, the goal has been achieved. He won’t turn up again. Ultimately that’s what we wanted, didn’t we?”
Sonia sighed. “Yes, I guess, though finding out why he was haunting our premises would have been a bonus, right?”
“Oh…”
Mohnish returned, a little breathless. “Got away! What’s that?” He stooped and picked up something from the grass at his feet. “Another note?”
Immediately Sonia shone the light on the slip of paper. The printed words stood out clearly on the crumpled sheet.
“You did not heed my warning. Now your cat will die!”
“Nidhi!” Sonia exclaimed and wheeled towards the office.
She rushed inside, her heart pounding with terror. The others followed close on her heels.
“Nidhi!” Sonia called again, desperately, and for a breathtaking moment heard only silence. Then a complaining meow answered loudly and firmly, and relief swept over Sonia. Nidhi was sitting by the window, awaiting Sonia’s return.
The detective swooped the cat up in her arms, cradling her like a child.
“My little darling!” she cooed. Turning to the others, she announced, “She’s here and safe!”
“Thanks to my whack!” Jatin reminded.
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