Let Go

Let Go

Ajabde was back in her dance studio after a long time. Stretching her limbs one by one she closed her eyes as she allowed herself to forget all the worries and just relax in the way she knew best-dance. She had refused to speak with Kamla or anyone with regards to the attacks as she had enough of the drama. All she wanted to focus was on the upcoming dance competition and nothing more. Every step set her free from the shackles of reality allowing her to immerse herself with the music that flowed out of the speakers. As the song ended she perfected her stance when someone clapped. She looked in the mirror and a frown appeared on her face

Ajabde:  Mr Singhania

Raghav:  Hello Ajabde. I must say you are a talented dancer

Ajabde: How may I help you?

 

Raghav:  Go out with me

Ajabde: Excuse me

Raghav:  I’m sorry I meant allow me the pleasure of having your company for (looks at his watch) lunch

Ajabde stared at him hard when he continued

Raghav:  It’s my way of apologising of whatever happened during the college function

Ajabde: That’s not required and as far as I remember handled the matter that day itself

Raghav:  True…your slap was quite hard

Ajabde: If that is all then I would like to take your leave (she turned to leave) while Raghav stood there smiling

Raghav:  Your name might have changed but I know it is you. Only Kalpi had the guts to speak to me like you did and this time I’m not letting you go

Ajabde was fuming as she threw the bag in the backseat and took her place in the front with Pratap who was a bit scared of her mood at the moment

Ajabde: How dare he barge into my dancing studio and ask me out. The nerve of that man I should have slapped him

Pratap:  Calm down. Who came to the studios?

Ajabde: Raghav Singhania. He came to the studios unannounced and asked me out for lunch. Who has lunch at 3:00pm? 

Pratap: hmmmmm

Ajabde:  What?

Pratap:  He showed up at home yesterday. Ranimaa told me said he was there to meet us after he heard about the blast and also got a bouquet of flowers for you 

Ajabde: I hope she didn’t keep it

Pratap: Nope. Gave it to one of the help

Ajabde: Do you think we should have listened to what Kamla ji wanted to tell me? I didn’t want to hear because even though I resemble her late daughter I’m not Kalpi and everyone knows that. I swear ever since that function my life has gone through enough and I don’t want it to stretch anymore. The police will find out who is behind all of this and the only thing I want to worry about is the upcoming competition

Pratap: Yes ma’am

Neetu Kapoor never in her wildest of dreams imagined her death would come at the hands of someone she knew personally. She was living like a beggar wearing those cotton sarees that she despised was not enough torture that she had to be kidnapped and tortured further by being tied with dirty clothes and fed only watery daal while being shown clips of her lavish lifestyle. 

NK: Let me go and I promise you I will give you all the money you need

Figure: As if you have the money Mrs Kapoor

NK: Your voice seems so familiar. Have we met before?  Show me your face

The figure looked at the woman and took off the mask

NK:  You…. But why are you doing this to me?  

Figure:  Now that you know me it’s time to say goodbye

NK: No wait… I won’t ever betray you. Please let me go

Figure: This is me letting you go

Suddenly Neetu Kapoor felt suffocated and drank the water kept near her only to drop the glass as she saw blood droplets. Last thing she saw was the figure looking down at her with a crazed look.