Gopal, Shiv had just returned to Delhi after a successful meeting in Mumbai and were happy as they had got the much wanted contract for their company. The moment they landed at the Delhi airport they were anxious, worried seeing a voice message received by Gopal from an unknown number. He pressed it and a soothing song started playing. Gopal closed his eyes and began listening as feeling the rhythm. The tune was of a piano, the song was half finished when the phone landed on the ground with a thud. Shiv a well-formed successful businessman with manly muscles bent down immediately, picked up the phone with a slight scratch on screen and handed it over in Gopal’s hands without removing his gaze from the man with paunch and a serious expression on his face. He didn’t turned his stare off the from the piteous grey eyes of his father. “What’s the matter dad?” Shiv asked while Gopal’s eyes were filled with fright and concern. He, then stuttered “she…she’s…dying…she’s dying son save her. Her life is in danger.” Were the words that came from Gopal. Shiv was awestruck by his reply. He wondered who died? Whose life is in danger? Who he had to save?
“About whom are you talking dad?”
“I don’t know son. A hunky man attacking an young lady in a meadow. I believe this incident is either happened or is going to happen. You need to save the innocent girl.”
“B…but I can’t understand you father. How did you just sensed the music?”
“There’s a long story Shiv. Come let’s sit inside the cafeteria, it’s a bit crowded here.”
They went into the cafeteria and found a place next to the...