The Pen Warriors – Post 20
Too Late for Atonement – Chapter 19
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She was Joseph’s daughter.
The other daughter!
Shekhar rubbed his temples for the umpteenth time in an attempt to shake off the persistent headache. Cups of hot tea, Amrutanjan balm, Crocin tablet – nothing gave him any relief for the last couple of hours. The more he thought about the girl he met at the Bombay Hospital morgue, more his head ached.
He was my father.
Her voice, almost choked with emotions, echoed in Shekhar’s mind.
Suddenly he was overcome with rage. How could a scumbag like Joseph beget such sweet girls like Jennifer and Roohi? He would always protect Roohi from the incorrigible truth about her father. But that girl was all alone now; grieving for a man whose various misdeeds, especially his indiscretions with Tara and scores of other women would never be known to her. Shekhar prayed that she never knew the truth.
The world lauded that man as an astute business man and philanthropist, but Shekhar knew what a two-faced asshole he was. On one hand, he would create job opportunities by setting up factories in remote villages, drive clean environment campaigns and set up charitable trusts for eradicating poverty, polio and tuberculosis and on the other hand, use the village women as baits to obtain governmental approvals, flout environmental laws rampantly and channel unaccounted funds through those very same charitable trusts!
He never understood how a smart, practical and level-headed Tara fell for that bastard Joseph. He was always a hit with women, with his salt and pepper hair, tall and lean well-exercised body and impeccable dressing sense, coupled with his ever charming smile and courteousness!
Shekhar felt as his head would burst. Thinking about Joseph never did any good to him, unless he was writing an expose article about him. What started as a vendetta against Joseph became a lucrative part-time business for Shekhar. Slowly, he developed contacts, all of them anonymous, to tip him off on various white collar crimes, which would otherwise go undetected.
He had never been happier at anybody’s death, not even Osama Bin Laden’s.
He opened his mailbox – the one which belonged to Gambhir Gupte to check on latest updates.
An unread mail from HackPro sat in the primary folder.
Shekhar gulped down the last of his tea and pulled the laptop closer to him. An email from HackPro always carried solid info.
“Have solid evidence that Joseph was being blackmailed for the last two months. Emails were sent to him asking him to confess his crime or else they would be public. The emails only mentioned about something which happened at Lex Juris. The sender turned out to be a law student named Cyrus Daruwala. Check out his personal blog, especially the last post where he clearly mentioned feeling happy for someone’s death.”
Beads of perspiration dotted Shekhar’s forehead!
Cyrus Daruwala! The one who wanted to meet Gambhir Gupte to share stories.
Was it providence that led him to both Cyrus and Jennifer on the same day?
Shekhar felt goose bumps on his arms. He knew it in his bones that he was about to uncover something very big.
His headache was gone.
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