Sunday, 13 July 2008

Chapter 7

The old man slowly limped towards to the temple. He went in, crying for forgiveness, for the murder he had committed and for the ones he was going to commit also. He then took out a photograph, one which had Sharda and Krishnamurthy Iyer in it. He wept, as he saw the picture and his resolve for revenge became even stronger.

Neelakanta Brahmachari had decided that it was extremely necessary to play safe for a while, and wait for an opportunity to come by. He, as Ramesh was working with the 'villains' and was waiting for an opportunity to come by. In the meanwhile, Fleming was making plans to find out who was necessary for the murder of Narayan Paranjape.

Hari was at his office, when Raju picked a call, and then told Hari, "Hari saab, the call is from Ashtavinayak Garments. They want to have some tips from you, and so want to meet up with you at 3 this afternoon. Are you ok with it?" Hari was free that afternoon, and thus he decided to take up the meeting.

That afternoon, a car came to pick him up, and from there it took him to a dark godown. There, in the godown there was a blonde guy recieving him. On looking at him, Hari gasped with horror, "Fleming!!"

The reply came, "Yeah, Fleming! But George Fleming. There's a story you might not know. So better listen. My father, Christopher Fleming was a big business magnet in the US. He had two twin sons, John Fleming and George Fleming, that's me! He wanted John and me to have the best of education available and hence he sent us to study in India. We did our last two years in St.Michael's,Chennai and your mother Sharda taught us English. John was her pet, as he was too good in English, but me, being a dud in English, was her nemesis. She tried to get rid of me as soon as possible, simply because I wasn't as focussed as my brother was. I was soon kicked out of school, and I suffered for so many years because I hadn't even completed higher secondary school. Then, I joined the sea docks in Miami. I started smuggling drugs into the US, thanks to the access I had to the sea. Then, I started smuggling gold. Slowly, I became a criminal of repute inside the US. Then, I decided it was time to have my revenge. I came to Chennai and found Dr.Narayana Paranjape. He planned to murder your dad for whatsoever reason. Our gang leader had asked us to. I didn't care, because as long as your family suffered, I didn't have any problems with that. So, I used my shipping expertise to help him sink the ship. Then, we set Rajesh and Ramesh Jhabak against you, and made you paupers. Now, I had my revenge, when I shot my arrow into your mother, and in case you didn't realise, DNP meant Dr.Narayan Paranjape. Then, my brother who knew all the truth wanted to tell you the whole thing. But, I couldn't let that happen. He had been a hindrance to me all my life, and I had enough of him. So I decided to get rid of him. But suddenly DNP was killed, and he didn't have any enemies other than you. So tell me who killed him."

Hari who was still recovering from the shocks he had recieved from Fleming replied," I don't know. I was in no way involved in his murder. Please let me know who your gang leader is. I want to atleast know who masterminded the deaths of both my parents."

"You fool, we ourselves don't know. We recieved all our information through a communicator, and we followed all the instructions we recieved. But you do have a surprise in the form of the communicator, but you can wait to know that, I guess. Ramesh, take our guest in, and treat him specially." said Fleming in the most sarcastic of tones.

Ramesh took him in. There he revealed to Hari his true identity. Hari was delighted. Then he was also informed about what happened to 'Chappli' Vignesh. Now, Ramesh planned to make Hari escape somehow. Before that, he decided to hit on his tea cocktail. He offered a glass to Hari, which he politely refused. Then, Hari took up the news paper, and straight away dived into Page 3. He found a shocking piece of news there!! The plans were immediately changed, and they came up with a Plan B.

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