If I Had A Love Story - Chapter 7


Chapter 7

"I'm going to trigger the emergency alarm now. As everyone starts running towards the emergency gathering area, we are going to dissolve into the crowd" I explained my plan. I inputted another command to the computer and the alarms went off. There was a sudden commotion and people started running towards the emergency gathering area. I took her hand and rushed towards the emergency gathering area taking the shortest route possible picturing the factory's layout in my mind amidst the workers running in panic.

There was no smoke or fire. There was chaos and confusion. Everyone demanded an explanation. 

"Silence!  Who rigged the alarms?" A grim voice questioned who turned out to be the factory manager. He looked way past 50 dressed in a formal coat.
"It was me sir!" I told trying to be bold.
Everyone's view turned upon me. Some stared.
"I want to talk to you in private sir. Also I want none to leave this place till I make the situation clear to you and I need a first aid kit" I demanded.
I tendered Diya's wounds properly and we went inside his office.
"You have my privacy. Now this better be worth my time" he said to us looking angry.

A flashback evaporated in the scenes.

Diya had left me in search of water. She stumbled past her way to the North West corner of the factory. She had lost her way back and was now stood staring at tapes blocking her path in front of her. The tapes read "Danger! Work in progress! Entry restricted". It made her curious as she crawled between the tapes. Unsuspecting, she strode into the corridor and surprised to find none in the vicinity. There were warning signs stuck in the wall around her and a distant machine noise. She followed the noise that led her to a pressroom. Apparently she wasn't welcomed there. The operators gave her an anguish look and before she could get out of there, she was knocked out unconscious. One of the operators took her to the nearest storeroom, locking her there and went to report it to his higher official. Diya as she recovered from the blow, managed to pick the lock with her hairpin and that's where I found her. We locked ourselves inside the deserted cabin few blocks away. I finished narrating the rest.

He remained unmoved.

I presented him my pendrive. He looked at the footage with vigilance and started looking worried. "I promise that I would take care of this matter but I want you to keep quiet about it, if it goes out it would tarnish our company image" he requested keeping his voice low.
"But sir, printing counterfeit notes is against the law according to the Indian Penal Code" I argued.
"You talk too much for someone of your age. You do not teach me. You better leave now" he told furiously now having no intentions of giving back my pendrive.
"I have the evidence and I am going to the police" I threatened him.
He remained calm.
"I hacked your systems and got all these evidences by myself and you still think that I would be stupid enough to just hand it over to you without knowing if your hands are clean" I taunted him.

This time he flinched. 

"I had already mailed the evidence to my friend and instructed him to take them to police if something happens to us" I said now smiling.
"How much do you want?" The manager offered looking serious.
"All I want from you is to tell the media about this scandal now or I would leak those footage with added charges for attempt to bribery" I offered him two options.
He sat down to contemplate and after a few minutes, "I would report to the media now" he gestured his PA to arrange a meeting.

Not that everything he told the press that day was true but a twisted version of the truth ensuring the immunity of top officials involved in this scandal. It didn't matter to me anymore. All that mattered was Diya who was now asleep on my lap on our way back to college. She looked tired and exhausted but her face still had the grace. A cool gust of wind swept past my face as I clenched her hand tight.

Comments

  1. UnknownApril 21, 2020 at 10:13 PM

    Harrey bhagavaan... Love storylla be herova irupannu ninachen... Aana.. ipdi padam levelkku hero aagittiye saru

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    1. SarukrishnaApril 22, 2020 at 12:32 PM

      What to do... Ippadi la pana vendiyatha iruku... 😅

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  2. ClawscarMay 15, 2020 at 7:42 PM

    Idhelaam nambra maatriya iruku

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