Dress black

Wo aksar puchti thi

“Main mar gyi toh kya kroge?”

Pata nhi tha kambhakt sach mei

Chor kr Chali jayegi

(She used to ask,

“What would you do?

If I die,”

Little did I know

She would actually leave me)

Author’s P. O. V.

“I hope you know what you need to do,” Yash stopped as she heard Jai speaking to someone on the phone; he was confused so he opened the door as Jai turned around.

“Hey…” He sound a little breathless but I let it go and nodded at him.

“Whom were you talking to?” I asked as I took a seat.

Jai felt his heart rate pick pace; he couldn’t let Yash know what has happened. He did not look to his left; he knows very well that Yash is the master of body language, and if anything, he will catch him within a second.

“Nothing, just a man was found stealing from the factory, I was just talking to them,” he made it up quickly as Yash nodded.

Jai was about to walk out of his office when Yash called his name from behind; “yeah?” He turned around still a little tense.

“Cancel the usual action for stealing, do a little background check on that worker or whoever it is, if he is actually in need, help him okay?” Yash instructed as Jai nodded. Yash engrossed himself in work as time flew to afternoon.

“Yash, we have a meeting in half an hour,” Jai came to remind him.

“yeah let’s go,” he said and got up; they were just about to sit in the car when something got his attention.

It was a picture of him doing the last rituals of Shayra; he walked towards that employee who was engrossed in his phone; Yash snatched it from his hand as he put the volume on full.

“Billionaires of India: wife died, married her sister,” said the title of the news as Yash’s blood started boiling.

“As from the recent news around the Kapoor mansion, Yash Kapoor had divorced his wife Shayra Kapoor not too long ago, and what do we have here? “ The anchor stopped as a photo of Yash and Sherlin with Aahana in their arms came on the screen.

“This is Yash Kapoor’s new wife who is apparently his late ex-wife’s sister? “ The anchor had a cunning smile on her face.

“Now the suspicions rise, was Yash Kapoor and new Mrs. Kapoor had been in a relationship the entire time he was married to Shayra Kapoor?”

“Who is actually the mother of Yash Kapoor’s daughter?” there came a picture of a very pregnant Sherin and Yash together; it was of the times she fell from the stairs and Yash took her to the hospital; he had picked her up bridal style and was getting her into the car.

“Is Shayra Kapoor’s death a natural one or was it a suicide?” Yash threw the phone in his hand on the ground as Jai came to him.

His pale had physically paled, this is what he did not want him to know, he looked at the employee in anger; he gave straight instructions about no one playing any videos or news in the office for a few days then what the fuck was he doing?  

“You knew about this?” Yash asked Jai as He turned to him.

“I already sued them Yash, their news channel is going to pay,” Jai said but Yash's hands curled into fists. He could take on anything but nobody talked ill about his Jaan.

Yash was beyond angry, He was raged; “Jai, arrange a gold damn interview with that News channel, I’d like to have a talk with the people of India,” Yash said as he walked to his car and asked the driver to drive to the place where the meeting was going to hold.

He could have canceled the meeting but it would just have had an adverse effect on the image of his company.

Jai called Sherlin who was sitting in front of the T.V. with others.

“Sherlin--” Before he could explain anything she said, “Yash saw the news, right?”

Jai sighed, “He wants to do a fucking interview with that channel,” Jai said.

Yash you fool!

“ Don’t make one yet, sue that news channel, I’ll talk to Yash,” She ordered and hung up; she was in a rage too, they were accusing her of cheating her sister that too with Yash. She wished to bury them alive but she could not do that yet.

Not until she exposes each one of that news channel anchors having incest affairs.

She walked to her room after she gave Aahana to her mother-in-law for a few moments; She needed to have a word with Yash.

“Yash—“

“Don’t try to make me agree Sherlin, they are insulting my Jaan,” Yash was raged; he was not going to listen.

“Yash, murders are not only when a person is killed, killing is the only reason their life is worse,” This woman was one hell of a lot of mystery he did not know anything about.

“Don’t make riddles with me,” Yash groaned at her.

“Cruelness is best served hot Yash,” Sherlin said as she got an email.

“You want an interview, we will interview them with the darkest secrets of their lives,” Yash kept quiet, he knew she got some info and he knew the cruelest way to expose them.

“You have them?” he asked.

“eight o’clock, dress black,” she said to Yash and hung up before he could say something—anything to her.

This woman was the puzzle of darkness he did not wish to get engrossed in. he just knew one thing.

None can insult his Jaan and get away alive.

Sherlin made a call to Jai as he pick up on the second ring,” He agreed?” He asked.

“Nope, I agreed, eight o’ clock, an interview with the entire news channels,” she said as jai frowned.

“You needed to calm him not enrage him” he commented but never got an answer because she hung up on him.