Part 81
After
that Veena asks Ibna to hand over the pen-drive that contained the
audio clip. Ibna without any resistance hands over that to Veena.
Veena had some anxiety about what is in that conversation. She was
anxious to know that and for that next day she took that pen drive to
her one friend who knew Arabic very well. She explained to him the
overall situation and asked him to give a translation of that
conversation to her. Her friend knew Ibna because he was in someway
associated with their corporation as a translator. He puts the pen
drive in the laptop and carefully listens to it. As he listens to it
his face becomes grim. This change in his face further adds to the
anxiety for Veena. After he completes listening he looks to Veena and
utters unexpectedly, "This man is a real demon. A typical Arab".
"What do you mean by
this"? Veena asks.
"If you understand
this conversation you will say the same thing, this man wants to kill
your friend after molesting her sexually. He has no intentions of
marrying her".
"Can you explain to
me in details"? Veena quips.
That friend of Veena
removes the pen drive from his laptop and hands it over to her while
saying that he has already copied it on the laptop and his assistant
will do the translation and give her the written copy tomorrow. Veena
actually wanted to know of it right away but she could not pres for
it as he was already obliging her by giving the translation and she
decided to wait until the next day.
She returns to her office
from there and the day was busy as usual but the thoughts of that
conversation keep on disturbing her. Ibna had not come to office, she
told her that she is not keeping well and would rest and would spend
her time with Yamuna for a change. Ibna always felt comfortable in
company of Aatyaa, Yamuna. That day was not good for them as they
kept on wondering about what that man will plan next. There was no
further inputs from the hotel. Veena and Ibna both were weary about
Mustaffa. The very thought of this man disturbed them.
The day passes as usual
full of office routine and Veena returns home. While returning she
drops in at the office translator and to her pleasure she is greeted
by the friend with an envelope containing some papers.
"What is it"?
Veena asks.
"Well, this is
translation of the conversation you gave me. I did it myself, since,
it involves your friend, Ibna".
"How kind of you"!
Veena greets him with pleasure. She asks for the cost of that work,
he politely refuses any charges for that work saying, "This is
not a professional work as usual. This is private help; I wish to
give you people, I can be of use in this case in future, Veena, Let
me tell you something of this man, whoever he is, be careful of him".
Veena thanks him graciously and returns to her car. Now with much
curiosity she was driving the car to reach home as early as possible.
On reaching home first thing she wanted to do was to open it and read
it. As she enters the apartment, she is greeted by Yamuna and waving
the envelope Veena asks for Ibna.
"She is not well,
she is sleeping in her room". Yamuna says.
Veena knew of her
sickness and putting the envelope on the table goes in her room.
After making herself
fresh and as Yamuna comes with the refreshments to eat she opens the
envelope. There were a few pages and the conversation was between
three people. From the callings they were Mustaffa, Yakub and Yemeni.
Some name Veena had not heard of. She queries to herself who is this
Yemeni?
Veena thinks to herself,
should I call and wakeup Ibna to know who this fellow is? May be she
also does not know of him. Slowly Veena eats up the refreshments
Yamuna had put on the plate.
Yamuna was sitting in
front of her on the table awaiting for what she reads of the
conversation. Yamuna asks Veena, "should I call her to be here"?
"No, do not disturb
her. She already knows what it is and that is why she is not well!
Veena replies to Yamuna with sad grimace. This is for me. Let her
relax. Now my work begins after reading this conversation".
Veena was almost soliloquizing. Now it is me and this Mustaffa, Veena
roars with violence clearly in her eyes.
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