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25TH DECEMBER: 5:48 AM
BANKOK INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT
It was Christmas and the entire airport was wrapped up with decorative paraphernalia. Unfortunately, as
Madhu had made a quick decision to arrive here; she couldn't get the tickets for the same flight as Rishabh. She was said that all the seats for that flight were booked; hence she had to choose the second one to India. At least, if not that, the seat next to him was surely booked. Her flight would leave eight hours later.
They separated (after a quick hug) as soon as his name was announced.
His seat was in the right column, second row, beside the window. He looked at his watch and it was still about ten minutes left for the flight to take off. He had just taken his seat when, "Rishabh Kundra?"
He automatically looked up at the caller, and his mouth hung open in disbelief. "Yes?"
He smiled, "I got it right. I'm Gaurav. Gaurav Singh Chauhan. Remember?"
"Uh…yeah. I do." RK returned the smile.
"Well, it is nice to meet you, again. I think I saw youuu…" He trailed off as he sat down beside RK.
"Salvatore Garden." He completed his sentence, and then asked sternly, "Where is your seat? It's almost time to take off."
"Why? Its here."
RK stared at him for a second. Then replied, "Oh. Okay." and looked away.
25TH DECEMBER: 8:10 AM
INSIDE THE PLANE
RK was looking through a magazine. He soon found it a bore and threw it back on the slashing table.
"I know it's uncomfortable to sit beside a criminal." Gaurav said in a lugubrious tone.
He listened but didn't reply.
"You know what? It was not my wish to enter this world. I was forced to do so. Actually, that day, we were planning a blast in India. I was a messenger. I got to know that your father's company exports goods through ships. They asked me to join the company in any avatar. No matter whether it was of a peon's or a PA's. Lucky me. That time, you were all planning that a ship was to be send to Houston. And I had to message them. We had planned we would start from a small blast, which would end to a big blast. But, my fate did not allow me. And an internet problem mistakenly sent my e-mail to Mr. Thakur. Their plan failed. The. End." He smiled sadly, for some reason.
RK stared at the person beside him. He had thought he was an ISI agent, and then he knew he was in a terrorist gang. Whatever he had said, RK could never believe in him.
"But I think, they might try to fulfill their unsuccessful plan, again. Because that was the biggest project they had ever made."
RK sighed, "So? Should I jump on my feet now and shout out that you were once a terrorist and even now…you could be? Or should I go to the washroom, lock myself and pray that 'whatever this man does let him do but harm me.'? Look dude, I have nothing to do with these things. So telling me your story isn't going to do you any good. I don't like talking to strangers so lets be silent. Thank you." He smiled once and turned away.
"I don't know but it seems like you might be in trouble, as you and your father know me well."
"Hmm." He nodded wisely, "Point. Okay. We shall see if it comes."
25TH DECEMBER: 10:30 AM
SAHAR INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT; MUMBAI; INDIA
They were standing at the baggage counter. Gaurav's luggage arrived first. He turned towards RK when his phone rang.
"Hey Mom. Just arrived here. Journey was fine."
"We are here. Waiting outside."
"Yeah. I'll be there soon."
He hung up and turned to leave when he collided with Gaurav, who was smilling.
"Keep watching out." He said phlegmatically.
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