Mohini had called Omar at 2:30 a.m. in the night.
Omar Hassan was attracted towards Mohini for the first time Nisha introduced her to him. Mohini’s body was such that it would attract anyone towards her. Her facial features were sharp and her poise was elegant. Every time he met her at music releases or launch parties of movies his attraction towards her increased.
Mohini was from a middle-class family and had studied in the same college with Nisha. After Nisha became a successful actress, she too aspired to shine on the silver screen like her. She had told Nisha about her intentions to enter the Hindi Film Industry and Nisha had called for favours due to which Mohini bagged small roles in films. Unlike Nisha, Mohini could not become successful. She still lived in Dahisar, a western suburb in Mumbai but Nisha had gifted a car to her to roam in the city.
“Omar, I saw you coming out from Nisha’s room that day…” This was the first thing Mohini said as Omar answered the call.
“Mohini, listen to me…” A shocked Omar asked Mohini but he knew at the back of his mind that this day was going to come soon. Mohini did not say anything in reply. She kept breathing heavily.
“Meet me tomorrow morning at 10 a.m. at the coffee shop of Hotel Sun & Sand in Juhu. I will explain everything to you. And please…don’t tell anything to anyone till then.” Omar requested as he struggled to find the right words to speak.
“Ok.” Mohini flatly replied and disconnected the call.
Omar was tensed after Mohini had disconnected the call. His radiant face was now pale and stressed. He tried to read Nisha’s diary but he could not concentrate – his thoughts kept running back to Mohini and to the day of Nisha’s death. He decided to sleep but in vain. Finally, he took two pills of Valium 10 and lied down on his bed. Before shutting his eyes, he opened the lower drawer of the table near his bed and looked at the pistol kept inside it. Then he turned the lamp off and slipped into deep Valium-induced-slumber.
The alarm beeped in his phone at 8 a.m. in the morning. Omar had to meet Mohini at 10 a.m. He got out of the bed with great difficulty and got ready to leave. Just when he reached the main door of his house to leave, he went back into his bedroom as if he had forgotten something.
He took the diary from the upper drawer of the table next to his bed and hid in a secret section of his cupboard and locked it. Then he opened the lower drawer of the table next to his bed and took out the pistol and kept it in the inner pocket of his light blue blazer. All the way from his house to the hotel, only one name kept echoing in his mind – ‘Mohini’.
Mohini left her house at 8:30 a.m. to meet Omar at Hotel Sun & Sand in Juhu. She remembered what Omar had told her over the phone, the previous night. “Mohini, meet me tomorrow morning at 10 a.m. at the coffee shop of Hotel Sun & Sand in Juhu. I will explain everything to you. And please…don’t tell anything to anyone till then.”
She was thinking about Omar. She felt that Omar had a soft corner for her in his heart but she did not feel ‘that way’ about him. However, she had respect for him. But when she saw him coming out of Nisha’s bedroom when everyone was rushing downstairs in the compound, hundreds of thoughts sprang up in her mind. She kept wondering what to think of that situation for a few days but then decided that she had to be strong and firm and find out what the truth was.
She drove the white Zen gifted to her by Nisha out of her building compound. The moment she sat in the driving seat, she thought about Nisha and how she had gifted the car to her on her birthday. She took a left and looked in the rearview mirror in the car. She felt that someone was following her. Ten seconds later she reached a petrol pump near the main road and again took a left to reach the Western Express Highway. To ascertain whether or not someone was following her, she kept looking at the rearview mirror of the car. When she did not see anything except a scooter, an autorickshaw and a bus, she said to herself, “I have been thinking too much and that is why I am getting such weird ideas that someone is following me!”
Mohini was frightened after Nisha’s sudden murder and had become extremely cautious about her safety. A relieved Mohini reached the signal that led to the highway and waited for the light to turn green. As the light turned green and she took a right to get on the highway, she looked into the rear-view mirror once again. She was shocked – the same car that she saw near her house, was right behind her. She was being followed!
To be continued…
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