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Chapter 1

MANU AGREES TO TAKE THE CASE

Hotel Chandra at Patna, in the state capital of Bihar was a sensible place to meet him, Manu, my old college friend at NIT, Patna.

Even today, our gang chatted often about how he used to examine cases of towel exchange and missing under wears from the hostel premises. Once, examining the case of stolen bicycle from the hostel, he had caught hold of son of our professor and the Prof had threatened him in return that he would ensure that he never gets his final Grad certificates. I too had naughty, near and dear moments together with Manu and my college gang and Manu today’s top sleuth of CBI was quite noticeable in the lot.

I never knew, whether he probed and got similar results even now! However, last week Times Day named him ‘King Detective’ after he cracked the case of absconding Kalya, a million dollar corporate. I liked his journey from amateur detective to being the top most detective cop.

I was one of the software coder in a multinational at Delhi. Needless to say, life was hacked by these codes but thanks to the social apps, which have really got us back in a single group. All my gang and other guys of the batch are now in a single Whatsap group and we could chat endless things sharing repeated jokes, cricket, politics and all. One fine morning he was added to the group and introduced by admin- “ Welcome Manu to the group.”

So, it all started with the group, followed by his invitation to everyone to visit Patna, his own city. Many consented but three years passed and no one could make it. Now, I was here to see him.

I was enjoying my holidays at the Hotel and it would be too fantastic to meet Manu, aka, Manav Singh just after a few minutes.

It was same story with the newspapers today also. They had painted the story of rapes, murder, extortion, corruption charges and smiling demons with folded hands with absconded values. Lord knows what held the future of this state. The Jungal Raj was back or not was still unanswered, but people had started closing their doors before 10.

I got his text- “Reaching shortly, Anu.”

I was in the drive through hotel lobby, waiting for his car to come. Police patrol van stopped and cops came out as if sniffing something in the air, followed by a Mercedes SLS coming to thunderous halt. He stepped out of it waiving his hand to me! The manager of the hotel and security moved forward to welcome him but his two black cat boys stopped them and advised to maintain distance with their stance.

He had not changed at all, he always liked an air of superiority like a Bollywood Hero and now he seemed to become one in Policing.

We were soon at a table reserved in a semiprivate cabin.

He took out his black goggles to reveal his blue seeking eyes with smile. We shook hands, exchanged teeth revealing pleasant smiles and offered light hugs to each other.

On the dining table, we sat across and started some chit chat about food. “Teekha Murg is speciality here but  I like chicken Julienne Kabab”. From food soon we were discussing whereabouts of each other.

“You must be staying here for a week, are not you?”- He asked.

“Yes” I said- “ What about you.”

“Well, have a look at my schedule. Tomorrow at inauguration of Petrochemical complex at Barauni, to attend tea party with our Prime Minister, next day is Birthday party of youngest son of our CM and many such events.”

“So, You are booked in all these VIP parties. When do you do job of a detective.”

“ Old buddy, these are my social commitments and that too when I am on a week long Holiday.  PM has specifically desired to meet me tomorrow regarding so called incidents of intolerance.”

“Gaya?”- I asked. “What happened, something special with Gaya”

“Nothing more than that I was thinking of the last winter that I spent in Gaya looking relentlessly for the culprits of Red Field case when all of a sudden Gaya- Hot water reservoir was red with gushing blood from some unknown source”

It flashed to me. A murder had been committed near Hot water Kund (Reservoir) at Gaya and the case was quite complicated. Manu had solved that case within fortnight and he was lauded with appreciations from all corners. We were first few to like his Face Book status when he had refused to receive award from Minister Sitish Kumar, saying he was just doing his duty and uncovered a nexus of politicians behind the murder leading to splits in his party.

“ Do you still remember! We used to sit on the grass near Gymkhana and solve your favorite cases in the college. I miss your togetherness of those moments when you used to be on any such case to crack.”

“ HaHa..”- He laughed. “Spoilt Guy, I was”

“ But I always liked your caring company and I like it more even today. You have some extra charm.”

He was same Manu but now , I could not absorb his compliments.

I had seen him erring so many times, unnecessarily going into details in college and had experience of the methods he used to employ.

“ I want to feel your working- top detective of eastern India- Mr. Manav Singh. Would you let me work with you for a week on some case.”

“Well not now, Party time today.”- He said.

“No buddy, starting from today only. I wanted to tell you over phone but I thought later that only after meeting you I will let you know this. A beautiful, gorgeous girl working with me and a good friend of mine is getting threats of murder every now and then. One fine evening, when we were together someone shot at her and nearly missed with bullet hitting a painting behind her on the wall. Police is of no avail and she wanted some urgent help. I urge your services in this case Manu. Now- don’t say No to it.”

“Well, I am not a government officer now, as you know. Three officers of same batch of police services have started this detective service- Atmaarjan. Our motive is to reach to the truth of cases we deal and help the real needy people.”- He had put his hat and goggles on the table and his eyes were more vivid now, eyes of detective always explore something in each corner.

“Due to my golden days in Police department, I still hold god rapport with them and in fact I get a lot of support from them.”- He said.

“ OK, my dude, you have all this under your hat and that’s why people from north or south equally seek your help in complex cases. You must be overbooked.”