"Did you find her?" Sartaj asked his Personal Investigator impatiently; he had instructed his PI to find her the moment he was sober enough to understand what had concurred.
He was known for his ironclad patience throughout his career as a Hotel Mogul and Investor but for the first time in his life he had none because he wanted results yesterday. He was reminded of her continuously as if his brain has been wired with a cassette which keeps on rewinding on its own and wouldn't stop as if on an autopilot.
He didn't know why but her words made an impact and he wanted to find her, even if he didn't know why. But he was sceptical of the outcome as he was completely clueless about her whereabouts; to add to that he remembered her ranting about losing her job the very day they met; which made finding her like a needle in a haystack; which added to his impatience.
Her aggressive stance had made him sober enough to call his driver to fetch him; and was quick to call the family doctor that confirmed his suspicions of being drugged.
He had been hallucinating, and absolutely had no idea about what was going on but he still remembered bits... someone leading him towards the bridge; luring him to jump but he couldn't remember the person's face; what he was sure of was that he was a man, clad in complete black. And if that woman wouldn't have appeared, there was possibility of him losing his life or being heavily injured per se. It was a thought out plan to get him; but what made him furious was that he had succumbed to such schemes and if this wasn't a wake up signal for him to wake up from his stupor, he didn't know what was.
No matter what, the perpetrator must pay for daring to kill him and pay they shall; he would make sure of it.
In the meantime, he wanted to know where the woman who saved his life had disappeared.
She intrigued him and left a deep impression on him. The woman was a spitfire; though the word didn't suit her..... What would suit her should be....'a firecracker', yes that's what she was. She spoke so freely as if something burnt within her.....a spark.....her words kept him awake in the wee hours of the night and nothing what she said had been wrong. Her words had hit home in more ways than he wanted to admit but admit he shall because Sartaj Singhania was everything but a coward; though that was exactly how he had been behaving the last few months. NOT ANY MORE.
Zara had messed him up and he had completely shut everyone off. He had been avoiding his family like a plague and been constantly moping around. She had said he wasn't enough and it had hurt but what hurt more were her words after finding her in his bed with his cousin. It was humiliating, and had hurt his pride and one thing that Sartaj valued was his pride. For years, it was him refusing, rejecting woman but when he had thought he had fallen for a woman; she had taken the sharpest blade and stabbed him in the back; saying the words which broke some part of him.
In these past few months, his family had been walking on eggshells around him using the softer approach thinking that he was sad by the betrayal and should be given the space and hence they had let him be. He knew his parents and siblings were worried about him but sharing feelings has never been his forte. They had given him as much space he needed; and hadn't butted in his business and he knew it was because they thought he was heartbroken; but when that stranger raged at him with her sharp chilly tongue like she wanted to pummel him, he was risen from his stupor and he realised then that it was exactly what he needed; for someone to get some sense in that thick skull of his. That he didn't need space but somebody thrashing him and give him piece of his or her mind. And that was exactly what she did.
Even when she was of misconception about him committing suicide that night and she said all that for him to not kill himself; she was still spot on about the fact that he had been ignoring his parents feeling's and not been respecting his own life; he had forgotten that one's life is too precious for one to waste on someone else.
That night he visited that bar after dismissing his security detail and got really drunk; after which he decided to take a walk to clear his head; the rest of his memory was blurry about how he ended upon the bridge... One minute, he was drowning his sorrows with another bottle of whiskey and at second, in his drunken stupor he had somehow ended up on the other side of the railing. And then he met the mysterious woman who had coincidently saved his life. He didn't remember it all but he did remember her telling him that she had lost her job that very day. He wanted to do something for her; to express his gratitude somehow; if only he could find her.
He just had a name- 'Rosa' and recalled nothing else. He was drunk that night but he still remembered her words. Only if he could remember her last name, it would have been a cake walk to find her; his memory was foggy regarding her facial features and that was frustrating him. Instinct told him she was a beautiful woman but he didn't remember anything except the colour of her eyes. They were the deepest amethyst with the black around the edges. It was the only thing that he remembered and he was berating himself day and night to remember more about how she looked for a month now. He had been on the edge for the last month and knew that his employees were walking on egg shells around him. He also knew that it was unfair to them but he just couldn't find it in himself to find some peace until he found the beauty.
But it had already been a month and there were still no news of her at all. He was furious about it and only wanted results but even the best PI in the city had not been able to locate her at all. He knew it would be difficult because he only had a name, nothing else so he was in a fix.
But he knew he had to find her, to thank her at least for her kindness that day.
The man standing opposite him was sweating and the stifling atmosphere in the room was getting on his nerves. Sartaj didn't say anything more just stared at him with his ever piercing eyes, the man couldn't take his intimidating aura anymore and so looked elsewhere and replied, "We are looking for her everywhere Mr Singhania and we have looked into every Rosa in the directory or the property records in the country but we can't seem to find one with the amethyst eyes. We have also looked into the birth records for the last thirty years, please give us some time and we will definitely find..."
"Shut up. Just Shut up." He roared like an angry lion ready to pounce on his prey. "You have been giving me this bullshit for a while now... Not anymore. Get out! I don't want to hear anything right now and I will give you a week to find her or else..." Sartaj kept the threat hanging in the air but the man knew what Sartaj Singhania was capable of; he wanted to avoid being in this 'Giant Buddha's' bad books at all cost. He was not a man to be toyed with. He knew that the last person to mess with Sartaj Singhania and shuddered at the thought; things can happen with this mighty Indian giant the snap of his fingers; and compared to this man he was only a small investigator and did not want to offend this man at all.
His entire team had dropped every other case and had been solely working on finding anything about the mystery girl. They had not been told anything about her except her name and the colour of her eyes; if the client would not have been 'The Great Lord' himself, he would have flat out declined the assignment but who was Sartaj Singhania; there wasn't a man in the entire city who was capable enough to deny his word, Miraag was the result of his blood and sweat but was a small fry for that man if wanting to swallow and so he had accepted it. He quietly exited the room and made a dash for exit of the building, only then he was able to breathe properly.