Chapter 1

Delhi, Monday.

Neha Sharma, a reporter in one of the nation’s popular TV news channel. But she is not too familiar face on TV. People get to see her face only when some crime report comes across from the capital of India. She always wondered how some female reporters got promoted to high positions than her when she is doing more than good job compared to those. And more over she is definitely have beautiful face than them.

As she thinking something like that, wall mounted old clock in her apartment belled eleven times to remind her that time is that much. She had arrived to her apartment just twenty minutes ago. Before the clock belled, she had finished the bath which she takes at any rush whatsoever every evening. There is not much work to do today though she thought while pressing the power button of her laptop. “May be good reporting, story covering and presentation is just not enough to get promoted by the admin of the channel to get my own show on the TV. May be I need to show and share more than story, may be myself to get that!” she thought while the windows inside her laptop booting up.

“Not in the world, I will not do that, it is impossible to think” she reminded herself. There it is, good to go, windows opened and now she can type her report on the crime story she had gathered today. She will write it in detail and attach the video she covered. And she will send that to the editor via email. “Thanks to the internet” she thought.

She is almost finishing the story her mobile began to buzz. “Hello its Neha” she answered the incoming call. She uses Bluetooth headset all the time so she cannot see the number or name displaying on the mobile. “Who is this?” she continued with her conversation asking the calling party. “This is Sahil Neha; I have got a lifetime story for you.” The person’s tone on the other side of the call mixed with shock and excitement. Sahil is one of Neha’s informants who call her only if he gets good information. “Its really big and shocking dear, apart from the authorities only few people know about this for now. The president’s son has been kidnapped” he stopped for a while so she can grasp the info he feeding her. The expression Neha’s face changed instantly. “What are you talking about? Which president’s son are you talking about Sahil?” she asked. “It’s the President Neha; The President of India’s son has been kidnapped an hour ago. The fact is he just disappeared from the Rajbhavan. The rumor is authorities found a note claiming that he has been taken.” As he finishing, Neha replied with trembling tone “Are you sure about this Sahil? If it’s so, you are right, you had just given me the lifetime story to me, is there any other media people know about this already?” breaking news hungry mind inside her wants to know about the competition on breaking this news. “ I think its just you for now, but I don’t know how long its going to be stay like this, you should hurry, get your camera person and go to the Rajbhavan ASAP.” Sahil told her.

And he hung up. Soon the call disconnected from Sahil, Neha dialed the number of his cameraman Gaurav and told him to meet him at the Rajbhavan in twenty minutes, although she knew that its impossible for him to reach the Rajbhavan in that given time, but she wanted to let him know the urgency to reach the spot. She did not gave him any clue whatsoever why she asking him to get there.

She took her scooty and raced to the Rajbhavan. It took her exactly fifty minutes to reach there. Gaurav is yet to arrive, she called to his cell phone again and given him the instruction where to meet. It’s simple, just in front of the entrance gate to huge Rajbhavan. Gaurav arrived little five minutes later with his camera. They hurried to the main gate where the security guard stopped them. Both of them showed their ID cards to the guard so they clear them to get pass in. But the guard scenting the gate refused them to get in and told access to Rajbhavan has temporarily denied due to some unknown reasons. Neha knew the reason.

While Neha and Gaurav trying to get inside the entrance of Rajbhavan, the situation and the atmosphere inside the Rajbhavan is very intense. Commissioner of Delhi Police, Rajat Bhatiya arrived just a while ago and he gathering the information about the situation from the Rajbhavan security head Rajagopalan. Rajat Bhatiya in his late fifties has a mustache with a lightly grown beard. He has intelligent looking eyes. He considered himself as a problem solver all the time and he proved many times that his consideration right. He is too near to his retirement, in fact on this Friday. He always wanted to live his after the retirement life relaxing with his wife in his village. But all of the sudden he found himself in most difficult situation in his long thirty two year police currier. He was almost going to bed when the phone rang to inform him this situation. He surprised for a while that how the hell this happened! With high Z grade security around the Rajbhavan! Are all the security people sleeping? He thought. But now when he is here at Rajbhavan with the head of the security his amazement reached the optimal level. No breaking, no alarm went off, nobody seen anybody walking suspicious around and most of all, none of the security cameras seen anything! How this happened? The question remains intact.

Khan been held at the interrogation room of Karachi police station. It’s been twenty minutes he is there. For the first ten minutes local police officers were polite and gentle. They were asking him what he doing, why he was there like typical questions. When he refused to talk the real thing started. Since a constable punching and kicking him. Khan knew that sooner or later he have to start talking, they not going stop the treatment until. “I have to give them a story. A flawless and doubtless story” he thought.