“Good morning Delhi. In the terrorist attack at the Jevenia Club last night, several have been injured and two have been reported dead. The terrorist group has still not identified itself but they took the city by surprise, not taking any hostages the conventional way, or a bomb, but opening fire at the club from strategic positions outside. Jevenia was left filtered with heavy ammunition and shattered glass. The bar section took crossfire heavily and a pool of alcohol and liquids covers a major part of the Club floor. More updates will be reported as they come.”
The news correspondent signed off with that. Karan drummed his feet furiously under the coffee table. He was clutching a locket in his hand- like he just couldn’t afford taking his fingers away for even a second. Across him, Jeremy sat, still anxious of Karan’s next outburst.
“They could have saved her… They could. Where was all their medical advancement when she was- having an attack?” Karan had downed three cups of coffee already. “Bastards…. these terrorists.”
For a brief moment Karan smiled. “She fainted. Because she was on the floor, she was clear out of the range of fire.” Jeremy asked nervously, “But Karan, why did she faint?” He mustered all his courage, and asked very politely, “Did she- did she show any signs last week or- her health…?” You never knew with Karan, what might provoke him, and specially now.
He just lost the love of his life. And like that. Karan didn’t reply. And Jeremy couldn’t repeat the question.
“I think… it was the food. Remember I told you she had not been eating properly… it must have been serious…”
“Do you think the doctor visits mean anything….?”
Karan nodded calmly. “No…. I checked…”
Jeremy was relieved- Karan had at least retained his logic in the tragedy. Things just might fare alright after all. “What are we going to do now? Of course without Su- her, the plan can’t go on.” Every word was filled with caution. Karan rubbed the locket hard.
“Hm. New plan. Find the subject and deal with it. Directly. Without- Sunny.” Karan passed the locket in his hands. Finally, when his hands and the locket were moist with the sweat, with all the rubbing and clutching, he put it on the chain round his neck. It was Sunny’s locket. He thought of Sunny.
Sunny in her white dress, hanging loosely around her waist, defining her slim frame… Sunny with her brush of dark hair piled up in a mess… Sunny with no unnecessary glittery, just the locket- a ring of plain white metal.
How he had felt on finally meeting her- finally getting to talk to her after all those weeks, all those glimpses from behind bookshelves, all that shadowing… They had danced. And now she was gone.
Karan gulped down the fourth cup and walked off, out of the cafe in a sudden brisk. “C’mon. We have work to do.”