Romil sat in her office thinking how to tell Sandeep about the reemergence of Siddhartha . Should she call him up now or in the evening. She had been watching the reruns of the interview whole night but was not able to reckon that Siddhartha was actually involved in the case. She wanted to be with him now but felt best to stay away. If the media got a hint of this they would have had a field day blowing the whole incident out of proportion. She breezed through the day nodding and giving instructions to her PA . She was really not very keen on working while her mind was in Goa. She had to talk to Sandeep . She had known that Vishal was friends with the SSP Goa , who could be of help.

Romil didn't realize it was six in the evening and she got up to go home. She wasn't feeling well the whole day and although she had made love to Sandeep ,felt an urge to do it again. She wondered how Siddhartha would be in bed. Did he meet anybody else . She was wondering when the driver opened the door . She was already home. She ran to her room , and switched on the television. She was disappointed when she didn't see any news regarding the murder. The news Channel was talking about the nuclear deal that India was going to strike soon with USA. The inflation rate had increased further after the government had been unable to stop it from rising.

She sat in front of the television surfing channels to find out if there was any news about the twin murders. The Media had kind of lost interest and while one channel was showing a clipping on the life of Irina Joseph , no one spoke of Siddhartha . He had disappeared just like he had appeared . It was eight o clock when Ram Singh entered her room and asked . “ Madam , what should I prepare for dinner” “Prepare anything , Dal rice .” She answered with out looking away from the television. Ram Singh left the room closing the door slowly behind him as to not disturb his memsahib.

Sandeep sat in his rocking chair wondering what action had Vishal taken regarding Siddhartha . He hadn't heard from him since last night. Had he forgotten about it . Should he call Vishal and tell him not to take any action. Last night he had been drunk and didn't realize what he was doing. He was a nice person and knew that he wont like what would have happened to Siddhartha in the Jail. He knew what happened in jails and wondered if Romil will ever be able to forgive him if she came to know what he had done. Sandeep felt hatred emerging again for Siddhartha . Maybe the best way for him to get Romil back was to get Siddhartha arrested and then get him out , this way Romil would feel something for him. He decided to let Vishal do the need full. In case he didn't take any action he wasn't going to call him back to take the update on the actions.

The phone was ringing . It was Romil. “ Hi, Sandeep , how are you doing.” She asked . “ I am fine and you.” He asked her . “ I am fine too , listen I was wondering when are your next holidays . Maybe we can go for holidays .” she said . “ Well , that I will have to look in to my planner , you know the work is hectic and with the Naxalites giving threats now on a daily basis , things are very hot here.” He replied . “ Ok , do let me know . I will also check my calendar and then maybe we can plan holidays together.” She said. “ Where do you want to go for holidays.” He asked her and he knew the answer even before she could utter the word Goa. “Goa” “All right then let me check my calendar and I will let you know tomorrow.” He switched the phone off. So it was indeed Siddhartha . Going to Goa was just a reason to meet Siddhartha. He thought. He felt a sudden urge to do something. His wife whom he had loved like anything for the last three years was slipping away from him and he was unable to do anything about it. He blamed his job for giving him so little time to be with her. Maybe if they were staying together , she would have forgotten Siddhartha . Things were definitely different now and he wondered what he should do now. If he did not go with her , she might have gone alone. After all she was independent and did not rely on him for any kind of support. He called Jairam “ Yes ,Sahib.” “Get me a glass and water .” He ordered . Jairam looked at him disbelief as if he had heard something wrong. “ You heard right , get it .” Sandeep judging Jairam's face ordered.

Sandeep took out a bottle of Peter Scot . He wanted to drink away his misery . He switched on the air conditioner and television. The news reader was talking about the impending nuclear deal with the USA . So no new developments had occurred in the Irina Joseph case. He sat in his chair and rocked. Jairam entered with a glass , water and ice. He left it on the side table . He mumbled something , but when he got no answer , left the room quietly. After all sahib was generally in a bad temper when he drank whiskey.

To be continued.....