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“Life is not a problem to be solved but a reality to be experienced
– this perspective of my life is about to change in few minutes. I
never had imagined that my life will end in such pathetic &
suffocating way. God, why? Why can’t I have at least a dramatic
end? FUCK!!! Drama.
Why am I even dying?
You must be thinking that why am I speaking like a crazy psycho?
When you will end in an approximate 7 feet /4 feet box, more than
10 feet underground, you will understand my fucking situation. I am
already feeling numb due to lack of oxygen so I must stay cool,
this way I can lower my heartbeat and can use the limited oxygen
for a bit longer survival. I know I will fucking die here. So
before I die I must tell you my story.
sometimes happens that you meet a girl who’s such a hot number that
you want a second look and turning your head as she passes, you
bang into someone who starts bawling you out. May be you are riding
a bike at the time of seeing her. Most likely you will run up the
kerb or have a collision. Well Regina was one of those,
take-a-second-look-girl. You know what I mean, Don’t you? The
careless beauty with a build-up that weakens your resistance. We
knew each other for 2 years. Due to my ethics that I never
intimate with professional connections, I resisted myself. But
tonight with black gown and her large ice-blue eyes like a chunk of
sky, shook all my resistance. Beside the fact that we were
not working together, it was also our first date. Regina was a
doctor by profession and modelling was her hobby. Beauty with the
brains always was my biggest weakness. She blushed most of the time
at dinner as she noticed that I couldn’t lay off my eyes from her.
I was wondering if she was feeling same storm inside her like me.
On the way back her beauty and irresistible smell, turned my storm
more devastating and when I turned my car towards my apartment
instead of her hotel, I already realized that the fire was on both
was a heavenly morning when you wake up beside such a wonderful
beauty with an amazing memory of romantic wild night. It became
more romantic when I smell coffee and somehow she managed to find
all ingredients from my kitchen which was not an easy job as it was
Ravi’s territory. Regina was wearing one of my Black shirts,
which was quite big for her but she was ravishing even in it. When
she sat on my lap I knew that she was wearing nothing inside. I
kissed her. She kissed back gently. I slide off my hand inside the
black shirt. With my exploring & naughty hand, her kiss turned
to more passionate.
must be thinking why I am suddenly describing Regina and my
passionate wild story in detail when I am dying in this box. Isn’t
it obvious that we all want to die with the most pleasant memory? I
had no idea that it was the last fucking sex of my
my beloved caretaker who was sent by my parents with me since I
have shifted to Mumbai, is now enjoying holiday back to Kolkata.
Every year I send him back home to enjoy family time. It was really
hard to find kitchen tools and ingredients when Ravi is out-of-town
but Regina did truly admirable job when she made a tasty breakfast
using the same kitchen. I could not stop myself and kissed her few
more times in appreciation.
I dropped Regina to her Hotel at Bandra and reached Dadar by
invading through horrific Mumbai traffic. It was Tamble sir who
called me when I was on the way back from Bandra. He called me
early that day before but as I was flying high with Regina at that
time so could not receive his call. After I exposed the MP
education ministry scam and organized serial murders, Tamble Sir
have been discussing more cases with me & Sunaina for our fresh
take on those cases. He is the most sharp,courageous and honest
police officer I have ever met and when someone like him gives you
respect on your truth finding process it motivates. Tamble sir
asked me to reach at Golden Court residential apartment. Golden
Court is one of the most posh residential areas of
Police inspector Mr Basu was at the entrance of the Golden
Court. He told me to go to flat no 6F it was on the 6 th floor of
Golden Court. The floor was flooded by police. 6F was lavishly
decorated. Costly flooring and classy interior made me realize that
the owner must be a big shot. 6F had three master bedrooms and one
big dining room with a well decorated modular kitchen. Tamble Sir
was in one of the bed room. I saw another Police inspector whom I
didn’t recognise but his seniority was highlighting through the
stars of his uniform. Tamble sir welcomed me with a big smile and
introduced me with this senior narcotic officer Mr Arvind D’Souza.
He was one of the most ferocious narcotic officers of Goa. Goa is
India’s most popular area among international tourists and also hub
of illegal drug distribution. Then I saw Sunaina came into our
room. I was surprised to see her here. Tamble sir told me that when
he couldn’t reach my phone at the early morning he called Sunaina.
Well as per Police report it was a clear case of normal burglary.
The thief was also arrested as he couldn’t able to disable the
second security alarm which was installed three months ago. But the
catch was when police came and secured the place they find
something which they never expected. They found 20 KG of fresh
Cocaine and that’s why Mr Arvind was here. Now when police wanted
to contact the owner of this flat 6F, they were unable to trace him
and as per the Golden Curt caretaker Mr Surya yadav, he didn’t came
to his flat since 3 months, just after updated the second security
knew that we were there on Tamble sir’s request and from body
language of Mr Arvind I guessed that he didn’t like the idea of
Tamble sir to involve us in the case. Though I was sure; when
Tamble sir called us then there must be something more than just
burglary and drugs. I started to check all rooms. Sunaina pointed
me at a Painting. OH MY GOD. It was POLICE GAZETTE by Willem de
Kooning, a 67 Million Dollars abstract painting. It was one of the
most expensive paining of the world. I could not believe that
though it must be a duplicate. I am an art lover so I do research
on these paintings and I can tell you that it was very well copied.
Then I looked at the opposite wall. I touched the wall. I requested
all police men to empty the dining room. Tamble Sir and Mr Arvind
also came to see what I was doing. I jumped on the dining table and
then lifted the couch in front of the wall, laid on the floor. I
looked at Sunaina. I saw a bit of embarrassment in her eyes because
of my sudden jumping around. I walked slowly to Tamble Sir and
asked him to break the opposite wall of the painting. Everyone was
surprised. Mr Arvind had a smile that was pointing me as an idiot.
Tamble Sir looked at me again and I replied him confidently to
break the wall. Before Mr.Arvind said anything Tamble sir ordered
his subordinates to break the wall. I was silently standing on the
balcony of 6F while police was breaking the wall. Sunaina came
beside me and asked me how my date last night was? I didn’t tell
her about Regina but I think she was sharp enough to do the math
and guessed it that I had a date last night. I whispered back to