Ronjon drove the car at a turtle's pace again but at peace deep within his heart for the sun would shine soon. He looked up into the rear mirror. "Just guide me where to go, either go straight or turn left or right. Okay?" Asha nodded in silence with eyes fixed at the roadside.
Fishal heard the news. He was frantic and on edge. He couldn't settle even for a meal. "What could have happened to Asha? I should have done something after the competition. Adrisar, Adrisar?"A thirteen-year-old lad came in the study. "Yes, Sir?"
Binoba hastened his steps and bumped at Asha, intentionally. His voice was soft, only Asha could hear. "Why are you still here? Where is Mister Ronjon? And don't approach the police officers or someone can leak your presence."Asha was so shocked by his words that she almost tripped. Binoba pulled her with him and talked loudly for Netratav and other's ears. "Chotto Bh
At this moment, the man Binoba sent arrived outside Fishal's office. "Is the District Representative in?" A man led him in. Fishal heard the news and gave the man a written order to be given to the Chief of Police, void of the knowledge that Netratav was already there.Before the man left, Fishal asked, "Do you know where Asha Das right now?"
fter an hour of walk, Asha, who was still wearing a Panjabi, found her way to Mukti's restaurant. What she saw stopped her from moving. It was closed, stone marks on the walls, windows smashed to pieces, and dripping paint writing on the wall saying, “Poisonous food, stay away.”Asha’s temple throbbed with rage and planned to wash out the words, but patrons started coming. She knew these people well. That meant it was almost lunchtime. She crossed the street in a hurry and hid behind a tree with her head down. The incoming couple froze when their eyes laid on the written words. "I don't believe this. We've been eating here for years, but we've never been poisoned. Who did this?" the wife said."Maybe jealous people did it. This restaurant had wonderful food, so they got a better income compared to other eating places," the husband replied. He touched the paint and left a mark on his finger. “Don’t… What are you doing?” His wife took a hanky and wiped clean the red paint from the husb
Chapter 18As Fishal came out, he saw the police car and wondered why the Chief of Police was there. As timely as it could be, Netratav came out smiling and talked with him.
She stealthily hurried ahead to the kitchen. How to save Ronjon? She paced around. Her eyes went to a knife. Kill them? Her stomach knotted with the thought. What to do?Her eyes caught the tray used earlier. Yes, the delicacies that were thrown. She picked them up, chose the clean ones, and arranged it on the most conspicuous section of the table. To complete the bait
Asha exerted all the strength she had to move the loaded curtain inch by inch, afraid it would become pitch dark and had no way to find her way to her hideout on time. As time went on, she noticed the sandy path was still clear to her eyes. She looked heavenward and saw a full moon. And said a brief prayer, thankful for providing her light. It solved half of her trouble. However, she carefully checked the surroundings from time to time to see if there was anyone following or who saw her.