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Continuing from the last part,
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Karan stood up. He reached his hand out to help Monami to stand on her feet. They looked at the words on the ground together. Karan looked proud of his handiwork.
Unfortunately, his scribbles and thoughts didn't seem to make any sense to her. She needed a little explanation to the visual ‘feast’ that is in front of her.
But she was used to it. She leaned on his chest and complimented him: “You are amazing!”
Karan curled his lips into a smile.
“Ab, kya tum mujhe explain kar sakte ho?”
“Ur…. of course.”
He started to point out his new discoveries:
“You see, pehla point aur sabse important point bhi. Ek serious psychopath ke liye uski fantasies ka important part.. past ko wapas dekhna nahi hain aur na hi apni hatred aur retaliation show karna hai. Important part hain ki woh apne Dil me chhupe unn desires ko express kaise karte hain. For them, this is the most rewarding part of their crime.
But jab No. 1 'apni life show kar raha tha' tab usne yeh important element kahan chupaya tha?”
Monami thought to herself. Saurav fantasied about being a killer machine. Deboy imagined he was killing US spies, both are a type of heroism.
What does No.1 desires in life?
Therefore, he confused the police and Karan with the different killing methods. The real him was hiding somewhere.
“Second point. woh auraton se nafrat karta hain. So question yeh bnta Hain ki usne.. why did he plunder the man’s self-worth, but lady ke sath aisa nahi Kiya?”
Monami couldn't work this out.
Karan continued: “Teesra point. jab woh uss aadmi ko torture kar raha tha tab usne duct tape se uska mouth cover Kiya tha. Woh usse bolne kyon nahi dena chahta tha?”
Monami answered subconsciously: “Kyonkii usse uski awaaz nahi sunni thi?”
Karan swept her a glance. He said faintly: “Uske saare even those jo usne consciously plan nahi kiye the.. unn sab ke peeche wajah hai. Woh uss aadmi ki awaaz kyon nahi sunna chahta tha.... I can’t work this out at the moment.”
Monami was quietly thinking. Well, looked like there were still a lot of unanswered questions.
“The fourth point. usne uss budhe aadmi ke grey Baal hi kyon liye aa a souvenir? Agar usse life aur death ke upar apna control symbolise karana tha toh usne koi doosri organ ya blood kyon nahi liya? After all, woh usse jyada excited karta nahi. But he took away hair.”
Monami answered without much thinking: “Grey hair represents time, vicissitudes of life.”
Karan looked at her with his bright eyes: “Correct.” He said in his low voice.
Monami was pleased to receive a praise from him. She smiled sweetly: “Thank you.”
“Aur aakhri point. Usne itna effort kyon lagaya bodies ko four different direction me dump karne ke liye? Woh ek sath bhi toh unn bodies ko dump kar sakta tha.. aisa kyon nahi kiya? It would have saved him a lot of hassle.”
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Moran - Dare to Love
General FictionA story tells about Monami Mahajan, a soon-to-be graduate, freelanced by Karan Shergill, a young psychologist. But who would have known a short time would turn into 'life-long agreement'... But is every love story is simple... especially, when the...
