Mish' Fiction

“Kabir. I think that was atrocious. With all that money too. Use fire karne ka total sense make karta hai,” Malvika whined.

“I agree, Malvika. But do din ka suspension kaafi hai. We can’t just keep firing people for every small transgression.”

“Tum kuchh zyada hi use sar par chadha kar rakhte ho, aur woh aur bhi sar chadhti ja rahi hai.”

“Look, Malvika. Mujhe bhi logon ke bachpane se deal karna ka shauq nahin hai. Lekin Kahlid aur KL mujhe yahan kissi purpose ke liye le kar aaye hain. Aur agar mujhe is channel ko number one banana hai, hard-hitting stories karni hain, to hum achchhe journalists ko chhoti-chhoti baaton par fire nahin karte rah sakte.”

“Junior reporter hai woh. Kya koi kami hai achchhe reporters ki market mein?”

“Bahut. Bahut kami hai. TV par aane ka glamour sabko chahiye hota hai. Lekin ground par ja kar, khatre utha kar, actual reporting ka passion bahut kam logon mein hota hai.”

“Lekin–”

“Malvika,” Khalid intervened now, “Dekho. Reporters se deal karna Kabir ka kaam hai. So I think unke baare mein faisle hamein use lene dene chahiye. All right? To Kabir. Uska suspension tum khatam karna chahte ho?”

“Yes, Khalid.”

“Theek hai. Maine HR mein kissi ko bol kar call karwa doonga.”

“Nahin, Khalid. Main khud phone kar loonga. We don’t need to make this suspension official. Maine HR ko bola bhi nahi tha.”

“As you wish.”

—

“Hello. Kya main Ananya Kashyap se baat kar sakta hoon? Main unke office se bol raha hoon.” Something stopped Kabir from revealing his identity when he called at her home number.

“Main Ananya ki Ma bol rahi hoon. Ananya to subah hi nikal gayi thi kaam par. Usne kaha tha ki koi lead follow kar rahi hai.”

“Lead?”

“Ji. Office mein bata ke gayi hogi na? Aapne uske mobile par phone kiya?”

“Unreachable hai. Main pata karta hoon. Kissi ko to bata ke gayi hogi. Sorry to disturb you, Mrs. Kashyap.”

“Koi problem to nahin hai?”

“Nahin, Mrs. Kashyap. Please don’t worry.”

But he was worried! Something about her worried him. She had that stromy, reckless temperament that pushed people towards danger. He was there on the spot the night she had obtained Bhat’s illegal wedding’s footage. It was a dangerous affair. Fetching Mahi from drug dealers or fooling jail authorities to get to Nidhi Kapoor couldn’t have been easy either. And right now she was angry with him. God knows what danger she would jump into.

“Ronnie. Ms. Kashyap kahan hain?”

“Pata nahi, Sir. Office nahin aayi hai.”

“Woh to main bhi dekh raha hoon. Hai kahan woh? Kissi ko bata kar gayi hai?”

“Mujhe to nahin bataya, Sir. Koi problem hai?”

“Woh ladki hi problem hai.”

“Woh to hai, Sir—“

Kabir glared at Ronnie and he apologized, “Sorry, Sir. Main Richa se poochhta hoon.”

Richa and Trisha didn’t know Anaya’s whereabouts. She hadn’t called Sunny either.

“Phone nahin lag raha. Kaise pata chalega kahan gayi hai?” Kabir fretted.

“Sir. Uske stinger ko pata hoga.”

“Jaante ho tum use?”

“Haan Sir.”

“To phone karo. Kiska wait kar rahe ho?”

“Ji, Sir. Karta hoon.”

—

“Tinu. Bata de yaar. Dekh boss pagal ho raha hai. Aise bhi pahle din se usse jhagda kar rahi hai woh. Agar Kabir ka dimaag sanak gaya to na uski job bachegi, na teri,” Ronnie pleaded with Tinu on phone.

“Acchchha. Batata hoon, Sir ji. Lekin aap na Madam ji ko mat batana ki maine kuchh bataya hai. Warna woh to meri–”

“Abhi to, Tinu, tu meri aur Kabir ki chinta kar. Tune nahin bataya to hum dono teri…”

“Achchha, achchha, Sir ji. Suno…”

—

Kabir peeked through a high window into the delipidated warehouse. Ananya had gone in to talk to an arms dealer, pretending to be representing a buyer. And she was alone! When his eyes adjusted to the darkness inside, he saw his worst fears coming true. Two men had grabbed her and she was struggling to free herself. Her cover must have been blown.

His instinctive reaction was to enter the warehouse immediately. But he restrained himself. He could not clearly see how many people were there. He had to wait for Khurana. Getting himself caught inside before the police came would help nobody. He just had to keep an eye and make sure that something catastrophic didn’t happen.  By now he was also able to overhear the going ons.

“Badi mushkil hai. Insult karte hain aaj kal ye TV waale bhi hamari. Aisi shakal ke logon ko sting operation karne bhej dete hain ki maano Vishwamitra ki tapasya todne ke liye Menka aayi ho. Na ki arms dealer ka sting karne koi reporter.”

A chorus of laughter followed.

“Karein kya iska? Maar dein?”

“Maar do!” Ananya’s voice took him by surprise. Was this girl on some suicidal mission? Couldn’t she keep quiet?

“Aise kaise? Rakhte hain, boss. Hamare bhi kaam aayegi. Aur agar kabhi zaroorat padi to iske badle apna kuchh kaam bhi ho sakta hai.”

“Sahi bol rahe ho, Viru. Maarte nahin hain.”

One of the goons yaneked her hair and a small scream skipped her throat. Kabir could not sit back any longer. He perched down from the window and entered the warehouse.

“Chhod do use,” his commanding voice echoed in the almost empty warehouse.

“Ye kaun hero aaya, bhai?”

“Woh mere liye yahan aayi hai. Use pakad ke tumhein koi fayda nahin hoga.”

“Aur hamara fayda batane waale tum kaun ho?”

Kabir walked in, as slowly as he could manage without looking deliberate. He needed to buy time until Khurana reached here.

“Tumhara dost hi samajh lo,” he picked up as corny and vague a statement as he could.

And then came the sound which couldn’t have been soothing in any other circumstance. A pistol fired in the air. Police!

The goons were distracted for a moment, and Kabir used the opportunity to drag Ananya away from them. Soon, Khurana and his men were all over them. The goons were outnumbered and were quickly captured.

Kabir didn’t let Ananya stray from his side and was about to push her into his car, when she protested, “Main scooter se aayi hoon.”

“Bhaad mein jaye tumhara scooter. Office chalo abhi.”

“Lekin main kaise le jaungi baad mein use?”

“Tinu jaanta hai tumhara ghar?”

“Ji.”

“To woh le jayega” he called Tinu, “Chabhi do use.”

—

To be continued

“Anaya!” Sunny sounded scared on phone.

“Haan, Sunny?”

“Tu office mein kyon nahin hai.”

“Kabir Sir ne mujhe suspend kar diya hai.”

“Kya?”

“Chhod na, Sunny. Tune kyon phone kiya?”

“Woh Ananya. Mujhpe gussa mat karna.”

“Kya hua?”

“Kabir Sir ne mujhse mera camera maanga aur…”

“Uspar Mahi ki footage thi?”

“Haan.”

“Ab mujhe bata kar kya fayda, Sunny?”

“Really sorry, Ananya.”

“Theek hai, Sunny.”

“Mahi kaisi hai?”

“Uski Mom aa gayi. Use le kar gayi hain. Ek hotel mein rah rahe hain woh log.”

“Achchha Ananya. Ye suspension ka kya chakkar hai, yaar? Tu unse maafi maang le aur baat khatam kar na.”

“Main kyon maafi maangoon? Maine office ke paise liye the, main woh jaise bhi hoga waps kar doongi. Maine kuchh galat nahin kiya hai. Jounralism mein ethics ka bhi course padhate hain. Main maafi nahin maang rahi.”

—

Armaan was not at home. Her mother was busy in the kitchen. She sat stiffly in front of the television as the time for the bulletin neared. The promos for drug addiction related bulletin were still going on. Kabir would air the videos from Sunny’s camera, Ananya rued. She should have ensured that all the recordings were deleted.

He didn’t air Mahi’s videos. The news was about a raid conducted by the police using a tip from KKN’s team. Inspector Khurana was on the phone with Kabir, while two of the KKN reporters were on the ground.

‘Wahan mujhe hona chahiye tha,’ Ananya thought. But at least Mahi’s videos were safe. Her suspension was not for nothing!

“Ananya,” her mother called, “Dinner bhi taiyaar hone waala hai. Ye Armaan kahan rah gaya? Mujhe tension ho rahi hai.”

“Maine phone kiya tha, Ma. Usne uthaya nahin. Thodi der mein phir try karti hoon.”

Just then her mobile rang. It was Vinod, the reporter on the raid scene, “Ananya. Jaldi se yahan aa ja. Woh jo raid hui thi abhi, wahan Armaan bhi tha. Police le gayi hai use.”

“Kya?”

“Kya hua Ananya?” her mother asked, “Armaan hai kya?”

“Nahin Ma. Mujhe thoda kaam aa gaya hai. Main thodi der mein aati hoon.”

“Ab tu bhi ja rahi hai. Chal kya raha hai? Armaan kahan hai?”

“Bada ho gaya hai, Ma. Doston ke saath party kar raha hoga. Main dekh loongi. Ma tum wait mat karna mera. Der ho jayegi.”

“Lekin–”

“Bye, Ma.”

She called Ronnie, Richa and Sunny on the way and made straight to the police station. Inspector Khurana recognized her.

“Ananya Kashyap, right? Woh Bhat waale case mein tumse baat hui thi. Yahan kaise? Abhi to Kabir ko statement diya hai maine.”

“Inspector. Ye kaam ke liye nahin hai. Woh–” she hesitated, “Mera bhai tha wahan, jahan raid padi thi. I’m sure Inspector uska isse kuchh lena-dena nahin hai. Woh to bas doston ke saath party karne gaya tha…”

“I’m sorry to hear that, Ananya. Lekin— Kam-se-kam medical tests to mujhe karwane honge sabke. Kitne log jo arrest hue hain, unke relatives baithe hain bahar.”

“Mujhe ek baar usse milne dijiye, Inspector. Woh ghabraya hua hoga. Please–”

“Tum log wait karo. Maine dekhta hoon… Unfortunately ye bahut high-profile raid hai, to mere liye bhi situation tight hai. Tum baitho.”

Despite herself, she could not stop tears from flowing down her eyes as she waited on the bench outside Inspector’s office.

“Mujhe wahan hona chahiye tha, Ronnie. Agar maine Kabir Sir se jhagda nahin kiya hota to aaj main ye cover kar rahi hoti, aur main use pahle hi bacha leti.”

“Aise mat soch, Ananya. Tu har jagah to nahin ho sakti. And don’t worry. Kuchh na kuchh ho jayega. Abhi turat raid padi hai, situation tight hai. Khurana will definitely help us.”

“Ananya!” Richa shook her, “Kabir Sir!”

“Kya?” she sat up and her eyes met Kabir’s who was walking down the corridor. Without stopping for them, he walked into Khurana’s room.

When he came out, Armaan was with him. Armaan ran to her, sobbing, and she pulled him in a tight embrace.

“I am sorry, Didi. I am really sorry. Lekin meri koi galti nahin thi. Hum to bas doston ke saath party karne gaye the. Hamein nahin pata tha…”

“I know, Armaan. Don’t worry. Ab sab theek ho jayega.”

As she broke the hug with Armaan, her eyes met Kabir’s again. But before she could speak, he walked off. Inspector Khurana escorted them out through the back gate of the police station.

Armaan told her how he was released on their way back. After speaking to Ananya, Khurana had called Kabir. Kabir spoke to Armaan and confirmed that he was not involved with drugs. Then he gave a statement that Armaan was the one keeping an eye for him in the party and that’s how he had been able to give the tip. So Khurana could release Armaan.

“Aaj agar Kabir Sir nahin hote, Didi, to pata nahin mera kya hota.”

Trembling, Ananya held her brother tight.

—

“Ananaya. Aaj office nahin jaana kya?” Ananya, who usually went through her morning chores with the restlessness of someone about to miss a long-distance flight was sitting listless at the breafast table. She hadn’t even changed into work clothes.

“Nahin Ma. Aaj chhutti par hoon. Thakaan ho rakhi hai.” She was suspended “until further notice” from Kabir. She wasn’t going to tell her mother that yet. Was he going to get her fired, after all? Malvika had been oddly hostile to her recently. If it was to be decided between Malvika, Kabir and Khalid, firing her won’t be difficult.

Then her mobile rang.

“Madam ji,” it was Tinu on phone, “Woh arms deal waali lead thi na. Abhi hot hai. Milengi?”

“Tinu. Main–” she paused. Did she even have a job now? But what if she didn’t? She would need some way of earning money. She might as well go freelance until then and sell the story to whosoever will pay the price. And since she didn’t have a job, she didn’t even need to inform anyone or take the permission of the editor-in-chief to follow the story. Life was better this way! “Tinu. Main aadhe ghante mein tumse milti hoon. Usual jagah par.”

—

To be continued

Kabir entered the office to find Malvika and Khalid holding a all-hands meeting.

“Kya chal raha hai yahan?”

“Humne abhi-abhi announce kiya hai, Kabir, ki within two weeks of your joining, hamari TRP has shot up. And we are at number two position among news channels.”

Everyone clapped.

“That’s good,” he agreed.

“It is. Isn’t it? Congratuations, Kabir,” Malvika chirped.

“Congratulations to everyone here. Our reporters – Vinod, Shirin, Ananya, Pravin, Shehnaaz, Sunny. Our presenters – Richa, Manav, Rohan. Our entire operations team – Ronnie, Kunal, Geeta, and you, Malvika. And congratulations to Khalid and KL for allowing us to air difficult stories without caring for political pressure.”

“Celebration to banta hai, Kabir.”

“Nahin Malvika. Number two par pahunchne ke liye celebration nahin banta. Uske liye hamein number one position par pahunchna hoga aur use maintain karna hoga. Celebration abhi nahin.”

“But–”

“No but, Malvika. Abhi hamein low-hanging fruits mile hain. Kuchh sensational stories break kar ke. Abhi audience ki loyalty secure karne ke liye hamein bahut door tak jaana hai.”

“Okay, then. No celebrations. Lekin main chocolates to bantwa rahi hoon office mein.”

“Sure. Aur haan. Kyonki hum apni position behtar karne ki baat kar rahe hain, let me also announce something. Abhi tak humne mera bulletin introduce karne, aur thodee aggressive reporting karne ke alaawa koi major editorial initiative nahin liye hain. I think this is the right time to look at our content strategy from scratch and do it right grounds up. Agle ek week ki editorial meetings main is par focus karna chahunga. Does that sound good?” he scanned the room and got a resouding clap in response.

“Great then!”

—

“Kaun hai ye?” Trisha nudged Ananya when she spotted a gorgeous woman clad in a red saree being escorted into the office by Kabir.

“Nice office, Kabir,” the woman said.

“My cabin is nicer,” he smiled meaningfully.

“You are naughty, Kabir.”

“I am very professional!”

“He can’t stop himself from flirting, can he?” Richa whispered to Ananya and Trisha.

“Ye Shalini Mehta hai. Woh industralist ki wife. Mehta Foundation chalati hai. Kabir Sir ne mujhse iska interview lene ko kaha tha. But respond hi nahin kar rahi thi.”

“Lekin ab to Kabir Sharma ka charm chal gaya, haye!” Trisha sighed dramatically.

“Kaafi peechhe padi hui thi tumhari team mere. Kaun thi woh ladki…” they heard Shalini saying in a flirting tone that quite matched Kabir’s.

“Meet her,” Kabir led her over to Ananya’s desk, “Ananya Kashyap. Hamari firebrand reporter.”

“Persistent to hai.”

“Lekin aapke saath to successful nahin hui, Ma’am,” Ananya blurted.

“Tumhein pahle batana chahiye tha ki tum Kabir ke liye kaam kar rahi ho. Phir koi dikkat hi nahin hoti.”

Richa pressed Ananya’s hand and taking the hint she refrained from replying. But Kabir’s reponse left her fuming.

“Sab log tumhari tarah meri value nahin samajhte, Shalini.”

“Their loss!”

“Ye taunt karna zaroori tha! Unki problem kya hai?” Ananya grumbled after they left.

“Teri problem kya hai? Tujhe kyon Kabir Sir ki har baat se itna farq padta hai. He was just flirting with her. Jaise har kissi ke saath karte hain. Waise tune dekha Malvika ko? Ooopar khadi ho kar glare kar rahi thi.”

“Ye bade logon ke games woh hi jaane. Chhod, mujhe field mein jaana hai.”

—

“Paanch lakh rupye liye hain aapne office se iske liye. Hum promos chala rahe hain drug addiction se related. Aur ab aap kah rai hain ki footage nahin hai.”

“I am really sorry, Sir. Nahin hai footage.”

“Kyon nahin hai?”

“Sir, kuchh problem ho gayi.”

“Aur main kya karoon? Promos jo run ho rahe hain?”

“Kyon promos run kiye aapne footage milne se pahle? Aisa to nahin hota hai na kabhi?”

“Aapne confirm kiya than ki Mahi mil gayi hai, tab humne promos run karne shuru kiye the. To kya ab apne reporters par channel itna bhi bharosa nahin kar sakta hai ki uska subject saamne hone par woh uske saamne ek camera on kar dega. Kya Mahi nahin mili aapko? Agar paise galat haath mein chale gaye hain, Ms. Kashyap, then you need to talk now.”

Ananya stayed silent.

“Look. We understand the risks. Hum aap par koi misappropriation ka ilzaam nahin laga rahe hain. Kya Mahi aapko nahin mili?”

“Nahin mili, Sir. Lekin mil jayegi–”

They were interrupted by Kabir’s phone ringing.

“Batao!” he barked into the phone. His listened silently to the other person, his expressions not giving anything away. His eyes were blazing by the time he disconnected the call and he stared at her for a long time.

“Woh aapke ghar par hai, Ms. Kashyap?” his voice sent a chill down her spine, when he finally spoke.

“Aapko kaise pata? Aap mere oopar… aap mujhe follow karwa rahe the?”

“Main aapke ghar ja raha hoon. Aur aapne prove kar diya hai ki agar main follow karwa raha tha to kuchh galat nahin kiya tha.”

“Sir, please. Mahi ki halat bahut kharaab hai. It is not ethically right to shoot her right now and show the footage. Let her get better, Sir. Let her give consent and then we will do her story.”

“Hum yahan charity chala rahe hain? Deaddiction center chala rahe hain? Who gave you the right to decide ki hum kya air kar sakte hain kya nahin?”

“Sir, maine aapko Nidhi Kapoor ke statement ka bhi footage diya hai na. Woh bhi important hai. Bahut mushkil se layi hoon main. Mujhe jail ke food suppliers ke saath setting kar ke laana pada hai woh. Aap please uski story air kijiye aaj.”

“Woh story aaj air nahin hogi, samjhi aap?”

“Kyon Sir? Hum do dinon se uske arrest ki aur prostitution ki news chala rahe hain, bina uska statement liye. Isn’t it only fair ki hum uska statement bhi run karein?”

“Har chor yahi kahta hai ki usne chori nahin ki hai. Nidhi ne bhi prostituion deny kar diya to kya gajab dha jayega? Anyway, I am not answerable to you, Ms. Kashyap. You are answerable to me. Aap Mahi ke videos mujhe de rahi hain ya nahin?”

“Videos nahin hain, Sir.”

“Main aapke ghar ja kar videos shoot karoonga.”

“Sir. Aap mujhe naukri se nikaal sakte hain, mere oopar misappropriation of funds ka ilzaam laga sakte hain. Aap mujhe police ke hawaale bhi kar sakte hain. Lekin aap mere ghar mere permission ke bina nahin ja sakte, meri family ko pareshaan nahin kar sakte.”

“Don’t try my patience, Ms. Kashyap.”

“I am sorry, Sir. Ye hai Nidhi Kapoor ka statement. Phone ke camere se record kiya hai. Quality achchhi nahin hai. But story achchi hai.” She kept a card on his table.

“Aapko fire karne ka decision mere haath mein nahin hai. But you are suspended until further notice, Ms. Kashyap. Collect you belongings and leave the office immediately.”

“Yes Sir.”

“Ms. Kashyap?” he called when she was at the door.

“Yes Sir?” she turned back.

“Sunny ne Mahi ko shoot kiya tha?”

Her face clouded only for a moment before she said, “Nahin.” But Kabir knew that she was lying.

—

To be continued

Ronnie was aghast on hearing her plan.

“Ananya. Tu hum sab ko naukri se nikalwayegi.”

“Please Ronnie. Ye risk to worth it hai na. Ek to woh selector ko sabak sikha sakte hain. Aur phir mera challenge bhi. Please!”

“Office mein sting operation?”

Trisha intervened, “Karte hain na, Ronnie. Mazaa aayega. Aur agar job gayi to sabki jayegi na. To theek hai. Mil kar dhoondhenge job. Kahin na kahin to mil hi jayegi. Chaar saal ka experience hai hum sabka.”

“Please Ronnie. Tere bina to ye bilkul nahin hoga,” Ananya pleaded.

“Fine!”

“Thank you so much, Ronnie!” she hugged him.

—

Ananya panicked on seeing Kabir and Malvika approach the conference room where the cricket team selector was waiting. He was to announce the team on Kabir’s bulletin.

“Sir!”

“Ms. Kashyap?”

“Mujhe aapse kuchh zaroori baat karni thi.”

“After the bulletin?”

“No Sir. Woh story…”

“Ms. Kashyap. Agar aap koi story layi bhi hain to ye thoda late ho gaya hai aaj ke bulletin ke liye. Kal dekhein, haan?”

“Nahin, nahin, Sir. Abhi baat karna bahut zaroori hai.”

“Ananya!” Malvika adminoshed her, “Ye kya tareeka hai? Hato aur hamein jaane do. Kabir needs to meet the guest he is interviewing.”

“But Kabir Sir to expert interviewer hain. Itne saare celebrities ka interview kiya hai. Pahle se milne ki kya zaroorat hai?”

“Ms. Kashyap? Have you lost it? Let me go.”

He made to push her aside, but she grabbed his arms. He looked at her hand on his arm. She followed his eyes and blurted, “Yes! Bracelet.”

“Excuse me?”

“Bracelet. Maine yahi waali pahni thi us video mein. Pata hai Malvika, Kabir Sir itne observant hai ki unhein logon ke bracelets tak yaad rahte hain.”

“Ananya, tum–”

“Didi!” Varun came out just then.

“Ho gaya?” she asked.

“Haan Didi.”

“Ye kaun hai?” Malvika asked.

“Ye? Mera… Mera bhai. Armaan. Mera office dekhna chahta tha. To main use le aayi. Aur cricket ka bada fan hai na. To woh seletor se milna chahta tha.”

“Isliye aap hamein stall kar rahi thi?” Kabir asked.

“Yes… Yes, Sir.”

“Bachkani harquaton se baaj aa jaiye, Ms. Kashyap. Hatiye saamne se. Now!”

“Yes Sir.”

She fled the place with Varun following her.

“Ab Didi?”

“Ab aar ya paar! Main Trisha ko bolti hoon ki camera nikaal le conference room se mauka milte hi aur Ronnie ko de de.”

—

Kabir was already in the studio with the selector, when Ronnie told him, “Sir. Ek emergency hai. Abhi saat minute hain programme shuru hone mein. Aap please PCR mein aa sakte hain?”

“Kya hua Ronnie? Malvika handle nahin kar sakti?”

“Woh abhi yahan hain nahin, Sir. Waise bhi aapka dekhna zaroori hai.”

“Theek hai. Aata hoon. Excuse me, Mr. Pattanaik,” he apologized to the selector and came to the PCR.

Kabir, Ronnie, Trisha and Richa watched in silence, while Ananya fidgeted, as the short two-minute clip showed Varun telling the selector that he had arranged for the money and him replying that he should give it to his driver waiting outside. Once the driver messaged him that he had received the money, he would change the list on the spot.

Kabir shook his head and smiled. “Really, Ms. Kashyap? Another sting operation? Now? In our own office?”

She stayed silence.

“Agar is rate se hum logon ko live interview ke liye bula kar unki band bajate rahe, to jaldi hi hamare channel par koi interview dene aana nahin chahega.”

She feigned nonchalance, “Aapko nahin air karna ho to aapki marzi.”

He chuckled. Malvika and Khalid had also walked into the room by then. “Khalid. Tumehin channel ki TRP badhane ke liye mujhe hire karne ki zaroorat nahin thi. Ye hain na fireball baithi hui tumhare office mein chaar saalon se. Jab KL political risk lene ko taiyaar hi hai to bas inki ek footage har roz chala do. Kyon?”

Khalid gave an appreciative chuckle, while Malvika looked unhappy.

“Ye last minute lineup change karna…” she began to say, but Kabir interrupted her.

“Ronnie. You have ten minutes. Utni der main normal interview chalaunga. Tumhein tab tak is clip se bachche ka chehra blur karna hai. Mera cue hoga: state ke bachchon ki nigaahein junior cricket team par hain. Tabhi tumhein ye clip air karni hai. Okay?”

“Ho jayega, Sir.”

—

Kabir watched Ananya and her friends celebrating the success of their sting operation and he could not help smiling. Malvika was there too as she usually was.

“Kya kuchh khaas baat hai is ladki mein?” she asked.

Kabir was too preoccupied in his own thoughts to notice her bitterness.

“Khaas baat usmein nahin hai, Malvika, uski is khushi mein hai. Uske is vishwaas mein hai ki the world can change for better if she tried. Maine jaanta hoon us vishwaas ko. Kabhi mere andar bhi tha.”

“Kabhi tha ka kya matlab, Kabir? Abhi bhi hona chahiye. Do din ke do bulletins mein tumne hungama macha diya hai.”

Kabir realized his mistake in praising Ananya before Malvika. He did not pursue the conversation. He had refused her dinner invitation twice already. Today he woud have to give in. Her advances on him were beyond his comprehension. She was the daughter of the owner of the channel. Why did she feel the need to get close to him? She couldn’t really have fallen for him so quickly!

“Kahan chalna hai dinner par? Tum apni car le kar chalo. Main bhi wahin pahunch jaunga.”

“Yahan!” she gave him a slip of paper with a address.

“Tumhare ghar?”

“Mere ghar!”

He was trapped. “Okay. See you in half an hour?”

“I will be waiting.”

—

“Ms. Kashyap!” Kabir spotted Ananya in the parking lot, “Kaafi raat ho gayi hai. Main aapko drop kar doon?”

“Nahin Sir. Mere paas mera scooter hai.”

“Scooter? Itni raat mein scooter se aana-jaana safe nahin hai.”

“Main to hamesha jaati hoon hoon, Sir. Mere ghar ke raaste mein koi problem nahin hai.”

“All right. Take care.”

“Sir!”

“Yes?”

“Main daily ye stories nahin la sakti.”

He smiled, “Good night, Ms. Kashyap.”

“Good night, Sir.” A flicker of hope kindled in her heart for a moment and she asked before thinking, “Sir. Kya aapne kabhi Delhi Kranti mein kaam kiya hai?”

He looked angry for a moment, then gathered his expressions and replied sharply, “Nahin.” He then climbed into his car without even glancing at her.

—

To be continued

“Ye kya bachpana hai Kabir? Ye aise challenges par news thode hi na chalta hai.” Malviaka said when Kabir returned to his cabin.

“Malvika. You can’t really think ki main uske bharose apna bulletin prepare karoonga. Ye to bas aise hi… Spark hai uske andar. Thode maturity aa jayegi to achchhi journalist banegi. Isliye challenge kar diya maine.”

He looked out and saw Ananya surrounded by her friends. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, but he smiled at their camaraderie.

“Ye teri clip thi, Ananya?” Richa asked her.

She nodded.

“Sahi hai, yaar. Naye boss ka pahla bulletin. Aur bulletin ka star tera footage. Kamaal kar diya.”

“To ab to boss khadoos nahin lag rahe tujhe?” Ronnie chipped in.

“Khadoos to hain,” Ananya grinned, “But itne bure nahin jitna maine socha tha.”

“She will never be pleased. But ye challenge kya le liya? Ab twenty-four hours mein story kahan se layegi? Koi lead hai?”

Her face fell and she shook her head.

“Phir?”

“Phir? Dekha jayega. Ronnie chal yaar, chai peete hain, aur kuchh sochte hain. Mujhe drop bhi kar dena. Mera scooter servicing ke liye gaya hua hai.”

“Chal! Richa? Tere paas car hai?”

“Haan. Tum log niklo. Maine washroom ja kar phir nikloongi.”

“Kabir!” Malvika’s voice brought him back to himself.

“Malvika.”

“Dinner?”

“I am really sorry, Malvika, lekin aaj mujhe ghar jaana bahut zaroori hai. Later? Please?”

“You are a difficult man, Kabir Sharma.”

“That’s why you are mad after me, aren’t you?” he closed in on her and winked. He knew he had succeeded in offering her just the right amount of flirting to keep her happy for now.

Richa, who was coming back from the washroom, witnessed this and shook her head.

—

“Woh koi drug dealer ki story thi na?” Ronnie asked after ordering tea at their favorite road-side stall.

“Abhi tak koi major contact nahin mila hai, Ronnie.”

“Aur woh toll waala scam?”

“Contact dar gaya hai. Phir se kaam chalu karna hoga.”

“Tu kissi ka depressed kutta hi dhoondh le!”

“Yaar Ronnie. Abhi mazaak mat kar. Itna bada challenge kar aayi hoon. Depressed kutta dhoondh loon, agar mujhe bhi koi PK mil jaye.”

“Ye le chai aa gayi. Pahle chai pi, phir kuchh sochna.”

“Ab abhi to ja kar sone waali hoon,” she said taking the first sip, “Thank gai hoon. Aaj din bhar live reporting ki hai.”

“Ye bhi achchha idea hai!”

“Neend aa rahi hai to sula doon?” A lecherous, drunken voice drew their attention. A man was gaping at her.

Seeing her grinding her teeth, Ronnie tried to calm her down, “Chhod de use, Ananya.”

“Chhod mat. Pakad le,” the lout was not backing down.

“Pakad loon?” Ananya got up, “Bata. Kya pakadna hai. Kaise pakadna hai.” Before he could fathom what was happening she threw the hot cupful of tea on his crotch and he screamed in agony.

Even Ronnie could not suppress his laughter, but he grabbed Ananya by hand and took her away immediately. He didn’t want that guy recovering and creating more trouble.

—

The next day Ananya reached office to find her last night’s deed on screen being telecasted under the heading “raat ke romeo ko sabak”. Her face was not visible in the hastily shot mobile clip.

“Ronnie!” she ran to her friend’s desk, “Ye kya hai? Tune ise shoot kiya tha?”

“Ab itna mazedaar tamasha tha yaar. Thoda bahut to reporters ke beech rah kar main bhi seekh hi gaya hoon. Waise don’t worry. Tera chehra nahin dikh raha hai. I was careful.”

“But ye TV par kyon hai?”

“Main Richa, Sunny aur Trisha ko dikha raha tha. Tabhi Kabir wahan aa gaya. Use pasand aa gaya. Usne hi ye heading di hai – raat ke romeo ko sabak – kaafi catchy hai, nahin?”

“Ajeeb museebat hai,” she muttered and made way to her desk. She bumped into Kabir on her way back.

“Steady, Ms. Kashyap.”

“Sorry Sir.”

“Kya baat hai? Abhi tak gusse mein hain aap?”

“Ji?”

His eyes turned towards the screen for a moment which was still playing her clip, then he gave her a knowing smile.

“Gussa kaafi khatarnaak hai aapka. Sambhal ke rahna hoga.”

Ronnie and Ananya stared at each other. Ronnie ran after Kabir to his cabin. “Sir, aapko kaise pata chala ki video mein kaun hai?”

He wriggled his wrist as the two friends stared.

“Wrist se?” Ronnie muttered when he came back to Ananya, “Tere bracelet se?”

“Bracelet se!” Ananya was also taken aback.

“Waise teri story ka kya hua?”

“Kuchh nahin hua hai yaar. Abhi Tinu se mil kar aa rahi hoon. Shayad drug waali story par… Khair. Dekhti hoon. Tu apna kaam kar.”

“Main bataun tujhe kya breaking story karni chahiye?” Richa whispered to her conspiratorially when she came to her desk.

“Kya?”

“Ki KKN ka saara management kitna amorous hai.”

“Huh?”

“Abhi tak Manav Sir aur Malvika ka chakkar chal raha tha. Ab hamare naye editor-in-chief Malvika ke saath flirt kar rahe hain. And she seems quiet happy about it.”

“Really?”

“Haan yaar. Maine khud dekha kar raat.”

“Kaash! Lekin trust me. Agar maine ye sting operation successfully kar bhi liya, to hamare editor-in-chief ise air nahin karenge. Tu to jaanti hai na, political pressure etc. etc.”

The two of them broke into a laughter, then bit their lips realizing that they were in the office.

—

“Didi,” Armaan called her at lunch time, “Tum thodee der ke liye office se nikal sakti ho kya?”

“Kya hua Armaan?”

“Chinta ki baat nahin hai, Didi. But tumhari help chahiye.”

“Tu kahan hai abhi?”

“Main fifteen minutes mein tumhare office ke bahar tumse mil sakta hoon.”

“Theek hai. Pahunch kar phone kar.”

Armaan was with one of his friends, Varun. He explained his problem. Varun was a good cricket player, and his performance should have guaranteed him a position in the state’s junior cricket team. But the selector was demanding money to include him in the list.

“Poora system corrupt hai, Didi. Ab iske paas itne paise nahin hain. Hum log soch rahe the ki ek pradarshan karein. But agar media mein kuchh coverage mil jaati to…”

“Pradarshan? Junior team ke liye… Thoda mushkil hai attention dilana, Armaan. Lekin shayad hum koi contacts dhoondh sakein. Kab hone waala hai selection.”

“Aaj hi list announce honi hai.”

“Aaj?”

“Haan.”

“Kahan?”

“Tumhare hi channel par.”

“TV par announce kar rahe hain?”

“Haan Didi.”

“Kab?”

“six ‘o clock.”

Ananya thoght for a while and suddenly an idea struck her.

“Armaan, Varun. Dekho ye pradarshan karne ke liye thoda late ho chuka hai. Mere paas ek idea hai. Thoda risky hai. Guarantee nahin hai ki kaam karega. Lekin agar kar gaya to…”

“Kya idea hai, Didi?”

Varun got a cold feet when she explained it to them.

“Didi. Mujhse nahin hoga. Mujhe bahut dar lag raha hai. Koi aur nahin kar sakta kya? Somebody who is a good actor?”

“Karna to tumhein hi padega, Varun. Kyonki wahan kissi aise bande ko bhejna zaroori hai jise selector expect kar raha ho. Otherwise to woh is trap mein nahin phansega na.”

After some more coaxing by Armaan and Ananya, Varun gave in. Armaan took his leave, while Varun went to her office with Ananya.

—

To be continued

Anaya opened the door with her keys and found her mother’s door slightly ajar. She peeped in and found her mother gazing at her father’s photo. She shut the door softly and retired to her bedroom. After changing and freshening up, she sat on the windowsill overlooking the road. She felt the presence of her father next to her.

“Papa. Mujhe haar nahin manni chahiye na?”

“Kabhi nahin, beta. Tu to mari bahadur bachchi hai. Tu kaise haar maan sakti hai?”

“Lekin maine raasta shayad galat chun liya hai, Papa. Reporting deadend hai.”

“Dil jo raasta dikhata hai wohi sahi hota hai. Yaad hai na, ki ek baar hi sahi, lekin ek reporter ne hi sach likha tha.”

“Lekin waqt ki aandhi mein pata nahin kahan kho gaya woh. Delhi Kranti se mujhe koi information nahin mili us Kabir Sharma ke baare mein. Aur ab jo ek humnaam mila hai, woh to koi aur hi hai. Ye banda kya sach ki ladai ladega. Ye sirf TRPs ki ladai ladta hai.”

“You might be surprised, beta.”

“Main pagal ho rahi hoon, Papa. Aap yahan hain thode hi na. Main to bas apni man ki baaton ko aapki aawaaz mein sun rahi hoon.”

“Kya farq padta hai, Annie beta, ki kiske man ki baat hai, aur kiski aawaaz hai. Tu bhi sach hi dhoondh rahi hai aur main bhi sach hi batana chahta tha.”

“Papa. Maine aaj bhi kissi ko khud ko Annie nahin bulane deti. Ye bas aapka naam hai na mere liye. Main phir sunna chahti hoon ye naam. Aap wapas aayenge na, Papa?”

“Sach dhoondh le meri bachchi. Tu zaroor ye naam phir sunegi.”

—

“Ms. Kashyap, right?” Ananya had been looking for Ronnie in the conference room, but she found the ruling party chief sitting there.

“Ji. Hello, Mr. Bhat.”

“Mujhe to laga tha ki aaj ka interview aap karengi. Maine to isliye khushi-khushi yahan aaya tha.”

His leering face made her cringe, but before she could respond, Kabir’s voice boomed from behind, “Ghabrayein nahin, Bhat Sahab. Hum bhi camere ke saamne bure nahin lagte.”

“Are – aap kaise bure lagenge, Kabir Sahab. Aapke saamne to camera bhi chamak uthta hai. Time ho gaya?”

“Ji. Chaliye. Main aapko lene hi aaya hoon. Ms. Kashyap, aapko koi kaam tha?”

“Main Ronnie ko dhoondh rahi thi,” she replied without looking at him.

“Woh Malvika ke saath hai, PCR mein.”

“Thank you, Sir,” she slipped away. Kabir and Bhat together in the room was as nauseating as things could get. She felt like she would throw up her disgust.

—

“Ronnie. Main ghar ja rahi hoon. Bahut thak gayi hoon.”

Ronnie looked around to ensure that Malvika was not hearing them, then whispered to her, “Aaj hamare naye boss ka pahle bulletin hai. Dekh kar jaana, Ananya. Everybody is staying.”

“Mujhe nahin…”

“Ananya!” he grabbed her hand to stop her.

“Theek hai. Main yahin baithti hoon.”

“Okay. Chair pull kar le.”

—

“So, Mr. Bhat,” Kabir changed track during the the live interview after discussing party strategy for the upcoming polls, “Jo log public life mein hote hain, unke character par bhi janta ki aur hum media waalon ki kadi nazar hoti hai.”

“Ji bilkul.”

“Aur kal ek news aayi thi–”

Ananya straightened up in her chair.

“Kabir Sahab. Aap kitne dinon se is industry mein hain? Aapko to pata hai ki political rivals kaise gande-gande khel khelte hain doosron ko discredit karne ke liye. Media ke kandhe par bandook rakh kar chalate hain. Bas aisa hi ek khel ye news bhi hai.”

“To aapka kahna hai ki woh tasveerein jhoothi hain, jismein aap ek underage ladki ke saath zabardasti shaadi karte hue dikh rahe hain.”

“Tasveerein jhoothi nahin hain, Kabir Sahab.”

“Excuse me?”

“Tasveerein sahi hain. Kahaani jhoothi hai.”

“Woh kaise?”

“Woh mere ek dost ki bachchi hai. Underage nahin hai, maasoom dikhati hai. Uski shaadi ek achchhe ladke ke saath tay hui thi. Ab aap to jaante hain aaj-kal ke bachchon ko. Kissi gunde type ke ladke se pyaar mein pad gayi thi aur shaadi nahin karna chah rahi thi. To main bas use samjha raha tha.”

“Interesting. Yahan par hamein lena padega ek chhota sa break. Lekin kahin jaiyega nahin. Hamari baat-cheet jari rahegi Mr. Bhat ke saath, aur ek interesting turn legi. Milte hain, break ke baad.”

“Ronnie!” Kabir addressed them in the PCR after the camera was off, “Break ke baad, pahle clip 2 chalana, phir studio par camera aayega.”

“Aapke welcome statement se bhi pahle, Sir?”

“Haan.”

“Ye irregular hai, Sir.”

“It’s okay, Ronnie,” Malvika interrupted, “Kabir definitely knows what he is doing.”

“Fine, Malvika.”

“Thanks, Malvika,” Kabir flashed a smile to Malvika which Ananya realized was capable of disarming most women. If only he hadn’t proved himself to be so obnoxious, she would have fallen for it too.

She sat listlessly through the advertisements, but sprang out of her chair when the clip Kabir had asked for started playing. It was the one she had risked so much for the day before. She stared at the screen, Kabir and Bhat alternately. Bhat’s nostrils had started flaring. The footage, with the girl’s face blurred out, showed him forcing her to exchange garlands and taking pheras with him.

“Band karo ye bakwaas, abhi ke abhi, Kabir Sharma,” he growled.

“Kyon, Mr. Bhat? Ye doctored hoga video, surely?”

Bhat stormed out of the room while the clip was still playing.

“Kabir?” Malvika panicked.

“Don’t worry Malvika. Put me back on air after the clip is over.”

Anaya walked out of the PCR in a stupor. When she came to herself she was at her desk. Everyone around her was glued to the screen. She focused her attention back on Kabir.

“Darshakon ko ye bata doon ki ye footage already police ke paas hai, aur ise run karne se pahle ye ensure kar liya gaya tha ki victim ko Mr. Bhat ke farmhouse se rescue kar liya gaya hai.”

The rest of the bulletin passed in a blur. The excited murmur around the office also passed her by, until she found Kabir in front of her.

“So Ms. Kashyap? Happy?”

“Yes… Yes Sir. And thank you, Sir. Police aur rescue ke liye.”

“To thandh rakha kijiye. Aur apne judgment bhi hold kiya kijiye thode time tak.”

“Ji Sir,” she averted her eyes and gulped nervously.

“Maine footage apne friend Inspector Khurana ko diye the. Police may want to talk to you tomorrow.”

“Yes Sir.”

“And yes. It was good work. But don’t let this get to your head. Ek-aadh sting operations kar lene se koi journalist nahin ban jaata. Saalon tak consistently kaam karna padta hai.”

This piqued her for some reason and she became belligerent again, “Is duniya mein kameene logon ki kami thode hi ha na, Sir. Bas powerful aur paise waale bhi hote hain woh. Agar koi air karne ko taiyaar ho to roz aisi stories la sakti hoon main, aur phir bhi khatam na ho.”

“I see. To kab mil rahi hai hamein hamari next story?”

“Foty-eight hours mein?” her heart sank even as she said that. She had no decent leads with her. Where would she get anything like this in forty-eight hours?

“Forty-eight hours? Abhi to maine roz ki baat suni. Mujhe to laga tha ki mere kal ke bulletin ke liye kuchh dhamakedaar milega mujhe.”

“Haan to milega. Twenty-four hours mein milega.”

“Good. I am depending on you Ms. Kashyap. Aur haan – koi bollywood casting couch ki story mat laiyega. Those have long ceased to be news.”

“Main celebrity gossips cover nahin karti hoon, Sir!”

Kabir raised an eyebrow at that and gave her a crooked smile, then walked back to his cabin.

—

To be continued

“New editor-in-chief?”

“Haan. Manav Sir ka patta kat gaya.”

“Kaun hai?”

“Kabir Sharma.”

“Kabir Sharma? Print se? Print se laye hain Khalid Sir kissi ko?” Ananya’s eyes lighted up.

“Print? Nahin yaar. Print se kaise layenge. T News se hai. Uska show wahan kaafi famous tha. Dekha nahin kabhi tune? Kabir se mulaquaat. Bade celebrities aate the usmein.” Her friend and colleague Richa replied, “Female following badi zabardast hai bande ki.”

Ananya Kashyap did not remember seeing any Kabir Sharma on TV. There was only one Kabir Sharma she had been hoping to find for last eight years. But that man could not be hosting a celebrity gossip programme on a news channel.

And such a person being an editor-in-chief meant that she would have no more opportunity to do the kind of journalism she wanted to do now than there was earlier. But she would try nonetheless.

“Kahan ja rahi hai? Abhi-abhi to office pahunchi hai.” Richa asked.

“Bahar nahin ja rahi. Kuchh sensitive footage hai mere paas. To pahle editor-in-chief ko dikhana hoga na?”

“Sambhal kar jaana.”

“Kyon? Khadoos hain kya?”

“Khadoos ka pata nahin. Eye-candy hai. Phisal na jaana. Tune pahle kabhi dekha bhi nahin use.”

“Shut up, Richa. Main office apne bosses ke saath romance karne nahin aati hoon.”

“Well – mera kaam tha warn karna. Baaki tu jaane.”

—

“May I come in, Sir?”

“Yes?”

“Sir. I am Ananya Kashyap–”

“Junior reporter. I think aap office late aayi hain.”

“Woh main ek lead follow kar rahi thi, Sir. Early morning hours mein, shahar se thoda door jaana pada. Isliye–”

“I hope it was worth it.”

“Sir. Thodi sensitive footage hai. Agar aap dekh lete to…”

“SD card par hai? Rakh dijiye yahan.”

“Sir, thoda time-sensitive hai–”

“Let me decide that, Ms. Kashyap. You can leave now.”

—

“Khadoos to hai!” Ananya slumped into her chair and grumbled.

“Arre. Kya hua? Kya pahle hi din se jhagda karegi, naye boss se bhi?”

“Hamare pichhle boss kam-se-kam footage dekh lete the. Kabhi-kabhi air karne ka promise bhi kar dete the. Aur jab unke oopar politicians ka ya aur bade-naami logon ka pressure aata tha, tab buckle in kar ke air nahin karte the. In janaab ne to dekha tak nahin. Pahla din hai office mein aur boss-giri chalu! Leave that to me, Ms. Kashayap! My foot.”

“Tera kuchh nahi ho sakta. Anyway, woh student union election waali story par interview le liya hai tune? Manav Sir pooch rahe the.”

“Haan. De aati hoon unhein. Kuchh to air hoga.”

She ran into Ronnie, her best friend, on her way to Manav’s cabin.

“Are Ananya. Main tujhe hi dhoondh raha tha. Chief minister ki rally tujhe cover karni hai. Vinod karne waala tha. But uski tabiyat kharaab ho gayi hai. Nikal ja jaldi, please.”

“Fine. Main ye Manav Sir ko de kar aati hoon. Unhein apne bulletin ke liye chahiye hoga–”

“Main de deta hoon. Tu nikal, late ho jayegi.”

“Theek hai.”

“Ms. Kashyap!” Kabir’s voice stopped her in her tracks.

“Yes Sir.”

“Chief minister ki rally ke baad contact the ruling party’s chief. Woh bhi wahan rally mein honge. Get him onboard for an interview tomorrow at 9 ‘o clock. In my first bulletin.”

“Aap party chief ko interview karna chahte hain?”

“Yes. Koi objection?”

“Aapne meri footage dekhi hai?”

“Aapne Delhi Kranti ka morning edition dekha hai? News stale ho chuki hai, Ms. Kashyap. We need a different angle.”

“Haan to Delhi Kranti apne reporters ko azaadi deta hai ki woh apne dam par stories layen aur immediately file karein. Hamein har sensitive footage ke liye editor-in-chief ki censorship pass karni hoti hai, phir bulletin owners ko idea sell karna padta hai–”

“Badi dikkat hai aapko yahan par? Phir aap Delhi Kranti hi kyon nahin join kar leti?”

Ananya hesitated for a moment, then blurted, “Kyonki mujhe utni achchhi Hindi likhni nahin aati.”

“Excuse me?”

“Ananya!” Ronnie hissed, “Kaise baat kar rahi hai? Kya hua hai tujhe? Sorry bol.”

“Nahin bolungi sorry. Maine kya galat kaha hai?”

“Ms. Kashyap. Main aapke sorry ka achaar daaloonga kya? Aap bas apna kaam karein. Get me that interview.”

“Yes Sir.”

“Ananya, kya hua hai?” Ronnie ran after her, “Boss ka pahla din hai office mein. Tu aise kyon jhagda karne par tuli hai? Naukri chhodni hai to resign kar de na. Nikale jaane ka shauk kyon paal liya hai?”

“Ronnie, mera mood theek nahin hai. Jaane de mujhe.”

“Isliye to nahin jaane de raha hoon. Aise mood mein kya kaam karegi. Kya hua hai?”

Ananya suddenly grew very still, then spoke in a sad voice, “Ronnie. Aaj poore aath saal ho gaye hain, jab humne Papa ko aakhiri baar dekha tha. Arrest hote hue. Aur har guzarte din ke saath main zyada sad feel karti hoon. Pahle vishwaas tha ki Papa laut aayenge. Phir mujhe lagta tha ki jab main reporter ban jaungi to sab kuchh pata laga loongi Aur ab dekh? Chaar saal ho gaye hain. Kya kar rahi hoon main reporter ban ke? Road accidents cover kar rahi hoon. Politicians ki wahi ghisi piti jhoothi batein report kar rahi hoon. Un celebrities ki soundbytes le rahi hoon aise subjects par jiske baare mein unhein kuchh nahin pata hai. Raaste chalet logon se desh aur duniya ke baare mein pointless sawaal pooch rahi hoon. Papa ka sach to chhod – uske baare mein to mujhe ye bhi samajh nahin aa raha ki shuruat kahan se karoon – jo doosre logon ka sach kabhi pata chalta hai woh bhi kabhi saamne nahin aata. Power aur paison ke saamne…”

“Hey!” he gave her an affectionate side-hug, “Aise dil nahin haarte, dost. Duniya kaafi screwed up hai. Time to lagega. Lekin dekh lena, ek din tu bahut hi powerful reporter hogi, aur tab tere raaste mein koi nahin aa payega.”

“Rahne de, Ronnie.”

“Nahin. Main sirf tujhe khush karne ke liye nahin bol raha. Tujhe pata hai tere andar kuchh hai. Kuchh different. Ise itni aasaani se mat khatam hone de. Duniya mein koi bhi cheez jo paane layak hai na, use paane mein samay aur effort to lagta hai. Warna to sabhi pa lenge na. Haan?”

“Tu kuchh zyada hi samajhdaar hai, Ronnie.”

“Chal maanti hai na ki main samajhdaar hoon? To phir meri baat par bharosa kar. Aur ek smile de de, please. Please?”

She obliged and hugged him. “Thanks, Ronnie.”

“Chal ab. Bhaag jaldi. Subah bhi late aayi thi. Agar ye rally cover nahin hui ya woh boss ke liye interview fix nahin kiya, to sach mein nikaal di jayegi.”

She chuckled, “Bye, Ronnie. Sunny kahan hai?”

“Canteen mein.”

—

“Sir!” Ananya ran into Kabir in the corridor after coming back from live coverage of rally.

“Yes, Ms. Kashyap?”

“Interview schedule ho gaya hai. He will be here in the studio tomorrow.”

“Great. Thanks!”

“Achchhi camera presence hai bande ki. He will rock on your show,” she added bitterly and saw Ronnie rushing to her side.

“You think so?” Kabir raised an eyebrow.

“Yes Sir,” she managed to say before Ronnie dragged her away.

“Kya pagalpan hai, Ananya?” Ronnie pushed her in a chair in the canteen and demanded.

“Tujhe pata nahin hai maine kya footage di hai unhein. Aur uske baad woh use apne show par bula kar uska interview karna chahte hain.”

“Kya footage di hai? Aur jo bhi di hai, apne boss se is tarah se baat karne ka kya matlab hai?”

“Haan Ananya,” Richa also joined them, “Tu aise kyon behave kar rahi hai?”

“To Ronnie ne de diya na lecture,” Ananya replied, “Ab tujhe bhi dena zaroori hai?”

“Chal chhod ye sab. Kaam khatam ho gaya na. Let’s go out somewhere. Ananya ko change ki zaroorat hai. What say, Ronnie?”

“Good idea.”

“Nahin yaar, rahne do tumlog, abhi weekday par…”

“Ab chal bhi, kitne nakhre karegi Ananya Rani?”

“Achchha baba. Chal. Main Ma ko phone kar ke bol deti hoon.”

—

To be continued