(...continued...)
Delhi, the Posh area, is surrounded by Bungalows.
Nilesh, in his mid-forties, sitting in a beautiful old bungalow. He is eating a sandwich with a plate in his hand, relaxed, enjoying his leisure time. His companion, D'suza, is making an omelette in the kitchen. D'suza is older than Nilesh.
The news is flashing on the TV.
"Last night at eleven o'clock, there was a terrorist attack near Kamala Baugh. Four women died on the spot, and seven were injured,"
The live news.... reporters...
Nilesh is humming loudly and swaying with joy.
Pamela, who has just celebrated her 30th birthday, comes out of the bedroom.
She's wearing a very expensive, delicate, transparent nightie with a classic English-style lace. She is wearing nothing underneath. Her dark brown coloured breast nipples are almost teasing through the mesh of the nightie. She has a very well-maintained body structure, with a clear and straight nose. The pink lace nightie was highlighting her marble-like fair skin and made it more radiant.
Her slender waist and ample hips were a sight to behold. Her face exuded a strange innocence and her long, flowing hair swayed down to her waist. She entered with, tying her hair into a bun.
After arrival, she garlands her hands on Nilesh's shoulder from behind.
Pamela asks, "Nilesh, didn't you have an omelette?"
Nilesh places his hand on hers and smiles while looking at her. She comes forward and sits closer to Nilesh on the sofa. Nilesh turns off the TV volume with the remote control... Women can usually talk while playing TV sounds, but men don't know how to concentrate on the TV while having a conversation.
Meanwhile, D'suza comes in with a sizzling omelette from the kitchen and says, "Here it is your hot omelette."
He serves the omelette to Nilesh.
Nilesh placed his plate in front of D'suza and said, "D'suza, you also take some, man..."
D'suza replied, "Okay."
He took half an omelette from the other plate.
The news was playing on the TV in front of them... There is a very big poster of a religious guru on the wall of the bungalow, with incense burning in front of it and fresh flowers placed.
Nilesh asked Pamela, "Is this your guru?"
Pamela, who was sitting with her legs crossed on the sofa, wide open her legs on the sofa, "Yes, I am very religious, I like meditation very much..."
Then while talking, she pulled out a pink cigarette from the special drawer under the sofa and lit it, blowing the smoke out loudly.
" "I simply love meditation,"
Nilesh smells it and says, "Wow, the Girls' brand... Made in Paris... it's a very sexy smell. I like it. I love girls with cigarettes."
Pamela laughs delicately.
Nilesh has finished his sandwich and omelette and puts the plate aside.
"Okay, let's leave now. Call the police. I have completed the formalities for insurance. .. you will receive a cheque of Twenty Million in a week... The bungalow and everything else will get registered in your name."
D'suza provides information, "I have made fake signatures of Joseph."
D'suza hands over some papers to Pamela from the table.
Nilesh, in a stern voice, "Yes, transfer my commission to the company's account... I will send the GST bill."
D'suza, with disappointment, "Nilesh, what will happen to me?"
Nilesh gives Pamela a significant gaze.
Pamela points towards the front purse and says, "Please pass it on."
D'suza hands over the purse. Inside, there is a bundle of two thousand notes. She throws it towards him...
Nilesh stands up, puts shirt stylishly, and combs his hair. He is a tall, broad-shouldered handsome man.
Pamela looks at him with lust.
Pamela, in a coquettish tone, "Nilesh, won't you stay for me?"
Nilesh responds, "No, it's been a week since I came. I haven't even called home. The kids must be worried. (His eyes fill with tears) My Balyamama has come from the village.. his treatment is going on. I have to go."
Nilesh and D'suza both leave... Pamela stands up and jumps a little to reach to the landline phone. She dials 100.
There is a dead body lying under the sofa on the floor...
The corpse of a middle-aged man named Joseph. His uncoloured beard is brown, and he has been dead for five to six days. He has a moustache, and his hair is dyed in brown-red colour. He has very few hairs on his head and a gold chain around his neck. His body is only covered with a towel around his waist. The Corpse's face turned black, and it seemed like it had been laying for five-six days..
Behind Pamela, there is a giant wedding photo on the wall. In the photo, she is very young and Joseph is very mature.
Pamela is on the phone, "Hello, Police Station, Inspector Satish?"
(Voice on the phone) "Yes, Pammy, what's the problem?
Pamela is crying dramatically, "Joseph had a heart attack.." and kicks the corpse with no mercy.
Inspector Satish on the phone says, "Don't cry, dear... I am coming."
Pamela stops crying and takes a long drag on her cigarette, talking to herself, "Let's call the doctor now..."
**********
Delhi Railway Station..
It's half past four in the evening.
Platform number 14 for the Mumbai-Delhi Rajdhani Express...
..crowded with passengers moving around... Among them are a few Muslim families, including a father with his two young children. They are from a poor family and cannot afford to travel on the Rajdhani Express ...
The train announcement is being made... The train is slowly arriving at the platform. The public is crowded on the platform. TTs carrying charts,... pantry supplies,.. parcels... goods loading.. routine workers...
The train's engine driver, Pande, and his new attendant Manoj are performing a puja.
Manoj asks, "Sir, is this your last trip?"
Pande takes a deep breath and says, "Yes, son. I am happy to be free and sad to leave tears."
While checking the buttons on the control panel...
Manoj says, "But the day before yesterday, you received the Best Technical Person on Wheels award, and I was also very happy about it."
Pande, overwhelmed with emotion, says, "Son, I spent my thirty years on wheels..."
Some TTs know Pandeji.. wave their hands and say, "Hello, sir."
Pande replies, "Hello."
They leave with a loud voice.
"Happy journey, sir,"
Pandey in a loud voice. "Thank you, Mehara sir,"
Pande with tears in his eyes, looks towards Manoj," ...and I will miss this also.."
An announcement is going on..
"Your Attention please, Rajdhani Express.. The voice fades away in deep.
In the Rajdhani Express, first-class,
... Some people are getting in, while some are comfortably seated.
... The Muslim family kids are running here and there on the platform, while their father is shouting at ...
... The ferry vendors are selling their goods and moving around.
... Some boys are flirting with the girls.
... Somewhere a whole family has come to bid farewell to a newly married couple.
... Someone's girlfriend is about to leave.
-- The father, holding onto his children, is worried as he accidentally pushes a street vendor's cart causing his goods to scatter...
The old vendor's face drops, but he only clasps his hands together and wipes his tears with a cloth... He begins to gather the spilled goods.
Nilesh, wearing an expensive white suit and an Apple mobile is connected in his ears.. enters the compartment and these two children rush inside too.
Their father is looking for their seat numbers... Nilesh's mobile phone rings with a return ringtone.
.. In Sayali's office, a formal ceremony is taking place to pay tribute to Dharia... Seven, or eight people are sitting around the conference table.
D'suza, sitting next to Nilesh, is watching a video of a Christian pastor on his mobile phone. .. The lights inside the train flicker and he looks up, feeling anxious. .. he starts playing again.
In Sayali's office, Vilas is giving a eulogy, "Our owner Saha Sir's nephew and 20% partner of this company, Mr. Dharia..."
Vilas's voice gets lost in the vibrating ringtone of Sayali's silent phone... Dharia's picture on the mourning wreath. Sayali's boss is sitting next to her, but his face is not visible. His hand and fingers are visible.
Sayali looks at the phone, it's an international number... She cuts the call... The number appears two-three times, and she cuts it each time...
Nilesh is getting worried.
The boss also looks a little worried in the dark...
Sayali leans towards the boss and asks in a low voice, "Sir, may I?"
The boss replies, "No, no."
Sayali switches off the phone.
Nilesh puts his mobile aside, feeling anxious...
The train has caught the speed. ...
The children came and took Nilesh's mobile phone...
Nilesh gets angry and raises his hand at the children...
The father comes and pulls the child.. then gives Nilesh his phone...
they occupy a seat next to Nilesh's row, disturbing everyone...
The children are roaming around the entire compartment, bothering everyone.
Kids have snatched the glasses of an old man and moving around.
The old man is upset and searching for his glasses here and there...
He looks at the children. The old man comes to the father.
Nilesh is watching this incident because the children have disturbed him also.
The old man said, "Why don't you take care of these notorious children? Where is their mother? You are very irresponsible..."
The father of the children took a deep breath, "You're right, sir... we visited the Kamala Baugh yesterday.
The children were throwing a tantrum, wanting a balloon... I crossed the road with the children, to buy them a balloon, .... suddenly there was a loud explosion... I turned around and saw that their mother vaporized in fumes in the smoke... There were pieces of meat scattered around... She didn't even get a proper funeral. The children do not know. I do not allow myself to cry.
Kids think their mother is just playing hide-and-seek and will come back soon..."
The father swallows his sorrow.. his eyes are full of tears.
The old man gets emotional...
Nilesh's eyes fill with tears too...
Suddenly, Nilesh's mobile rings...
Sayali's voice... 'Hello... Who is it?'
Nilesh says, 'Sayali... it's your Neel...'
Sayali's throat choked up, tears in her eyes...
Her hand is trembling...
She holds her head with her left hand because she often holds the phone with her right hand...
'Where are you?'
she starts crying...
Nilesh turns his face and wipes his tears...
The Rajdhani Express was running fast, the sound of the railway tracks...
D'suza looks at Nilesh again, confused, and starts playing with his mobile...
Nilesh looks out of the window, at the evening darkness and the long train behind...
After a while, Nilesh puts his phone aside... The flood of emotions on his face has subsided...
Nilesh," D'suza it's a long stay here.. I haven't told my family anything... A long time has passed.. away from my children? The daughters must have been worried. It's good for you, you are a free bird."
In a complaining tone, D'suza says, "Look Nilesh, it was very difficult to get a Twenty million insurance by Mrs. Pamela. She's a big shot... And you put family matters in between.. then you get emotional and can't focus on work...We were supposed to get a good deal..."
The voice becomes low and anxious.
"I was getting close to about 14 million for one liver from Bahrain's Sheikh... in Advance... You gave that to your relative...old Balyamama, it was not needed! Come on man, you..."
The conversation is left unfinished.
"...never mind."
D'suza also starts looking out the window.
"Listen, Rajabhai messaged the day before yesterday. He cleaned up Harikishandas flat in Powai and made a profit of around sixty lakhs."
He's smiling to himself,
"... working in Mumbai is just a thrill. Look at the daring, he recorded a robbery and posted it on social media, and it got 1.3 million views. People think it's a fake reel shooting, no one knows it's a real robbery... and a cold-blooded murder,"
(...What happened next?...)