She was just a painter.
Chanchal's only identity was that of a painter. She was never anything else. Her mother died in childbirth. And probably her father's love died with her. She was never a daughter to Kapoors. She never was Sumeet's wife though he tries hard but that probably was his guilt or possessive nature.
SHE REALLY WISHED TO BE A MOTHER.
As soon as she found out about her pregnancy she wished for a daughter. For someone who was hers and someone to whom she could belong.
BUT SHE WAS NOT FIT EVEN FOR THAT ROLE.
She closed her eyes.
" Let it out Mrs. Singhania", Dr. Rane once told her. " Don't let it consume you from inside. Your canvas is your shield and brush your sword. Painting is your therapy".
And so she did. She drew broken cribs and toys . She drew shadow girl weeping tears of bloid, lost dreams, mutialated toys and dead kids. Did she heal? She doesn't know.
She removed the canvas. She couldn't draw. She decided to go out and see the world. Probably it will give her an idea.
" D.daddy c.ca you sug.suggest a place for outing", she asked.
" Yeah the beach. Its wonderful", suggested Adhi.
" N.not m.much crowd", she said.
Adhi suggested her a private resort.
" O.okay", she said.
" Megha goes with you", said Adhi." She will leave you alone mostly".
" T.thank y.you daddy", she said.
Chanchal got ready and left in an hour. She liked the resort, the loneliness and the calm in the resort. She decided to take a sunbath and probably a swim. She wore a modest one piece and wrapped a sarong. With a hat completing her look she picked a mat and went to the beach.
Meanwhile
Rash was in red light area and Jeet was frowning. He was with her as her bodyguard. He expressed his disapproval.
" I don't like you here alone", he sig ed.
" I am not alone you retard", she signed back furiously. " You are with me".
" But why here"?
" Sssh pest", she signed. " I am helping the police".
He will have a word with CPS regarding her assignments.
The madam of the brothel walked out.
And Jeet thought he knew her but how?
Meanwhile
She painted the beach. It was picturesque. The sun setting. The orange hues mixing with blues, the waves, a few sunbathers and swimmers, she decided to swim.
The cold water and the warm sun presented a contrast she loved. She closed her eyes and felt it. THE SUN..RANJEET..
Her eyes snapped open. Her lips tingled. And she remembered that kiss. Those full lips, sinful tongue.. open marriage
She painted till midnight.
Meanwhile
" Ms. Hirabai you reported one of your girl missing", said Rash to her.
" Yes look I am no mother madam. I run a br*thel here but their security is my responsibility. So I reported".
" I appreciate the honesty", said Rash. " I am a journalist. I am helping police. Let me be honest. I got the case as it is very low on priority. Police think she ran away with a client", said Rash.
Maddam nodded.
" I think so too".
" Hmm okay my questions would be repetitive but let me know her name a client list and photograph if any", said Rash.
" Her name wad Zeenat. I don't know her real name. Madam showed a photograph to her.
" That's Zeenat", she said.
Rash took it on her cell.
" She disappeared around four years ago. She had regular clients. Started as bar dancer. Mostly criminals here all. She went to dance in big clubs too. Her agent was good. Got her high end clients and clubs. Paradise she go too. Dragon's club."
" Ever since he heard Zeenat Jeet thought the name familiar. The photograph was also familiar. BUT IT WAS PARADISE THAT GOT HIM A CLEAR PICTURE.
Zeenat was Kunal's mistress. And he has caught them both red handed.
AND SHE WAS MISSING...since Kunal's death..COINCIDENCE..haa there are rarely any.
Rash stumbled upon a gold mine he thought. Now he was interested in this investigation.
" Some village in Konkan you say. Any idea", Radh asked.
" None", replied madam.
" Okay any friends close ones", she asked.
" They all know each other. You can come tomorrow. They are getting ready for work now", said Madam.
" Okay", Rash gave a card to her. " Here is my number. If you remember anything call".
Next Morning
Jeet left Rash at CPS's office and quietly went to the resort Chi Chi was in. He had no mood to confront her. He just want to watch her from afar.
Chanchal was stylish and s*xy.
She wore a peach bikini that day. She felt a bit shy going out in open such brazenly but then she knew no one here. Still male eyes followed her. Jeet felt proud and jealous. She decided to swim. Clear breast strokes and playing in the water enthralled her. She made friends mostly males thought a jealous Jeet. Then she cleaned herself and changed to cute pink t shirt and black shorts. She got her sketch book and pencil out and started sketching. She thought she will make rough sketches first.
" You draw well", came a childish voice.
She looked up.
A young boy of about four years looked at her.
She smiled.
" Thank you", she ruffled his hairs.
" What is your name", she asked.
" Sammy", said the boy.
" In which class you stidy", she asked cheerfully.
His face fell.
" No study", he said. " No money", he showed with hand.
" Sorry", she said.
" No father", said boy
" Mother clean room. Less money. She ill
I help".
Chanchal fell sorry for him. She really was very kind.
" Are you hungry", she made eating symbol.
" Y.yes", the boy replied.
She offered him her fish. The boy gladly finished everything.
Jeet frowned. She offered her entire lunch to that cleaner kid. She'll starve.
" Thank you", the boy said.
Her daughter would be a toddler now if she got a chance.
" You are not fit to be a mother or live", said a voice.
She tried to block it.
" MISS ..MISS", the boy said.
" Go ahead finish yourself", Chanchal was zoning out.
The boy sensed something wrong.
: HELP", he screamed.
Jeet rushed towards her.
" ANGEL", a voice boomed.
It brought her back..She loomed in the direction and saw JEET...
He was holding her now.
" Chanchal", he lightly slapped her cheeks.
" She she..was fine", the boy skbbed.
" You ate her lunch", hissed Jeet. " Now she is sick".
" I.I.sorry..very hungry", hiccuped the boy.
" I'll get you fired", he barked.
" N.no p.please", came a weak voice.
" Sammy i.is a g.good boy".
" Yes yes", said Sammy. " Good good".
" I am fine .jeet", she said shyly. " Thank you".She took his name. She never took Sumeet's name easily.
" I good boy", the irritating kid said again.
" Of course you are", she said. " Look I draw you now".
" You sick", the boy snoffed. " Your husband angry".
Husband she thought then realising flushed red.
" Sorry", he held his ears.
She gave him a toffee from her bag and ate one. The boy ran away after Jeet glared him.
" You here alone", Jeet raised a brow.
" For i.inspiration. a c.com.competition ", she stammered.
He nodded.
" I am here for a meeting. I heard him call for help and ran here" , he said.
" S.sorry f.for ttrouble", she said.
" Its fine", he said. " Can I see your paintings"?
" T.they are in m.my r.room. these j.just sk.sketches", she said.
" Can I", he asked.
" Ummm", she fidgeted.
He took it from her hands.
" T. They are n.not very g. good", she said.
" It's okay I am zero at art", he smiled.
" R. Rash s. says y. you know e. everything ", she frowned feeling stupid.
" She exaggerate. I am human after all", he said.
Chanchal remained quiet.
" Let us order something ", he called thd waiter.
" Crab cakes for madam and chicken wings for me", he said.
" You d.don't like s. seafood", she tried to make a conversation.
" I am allergic ", he replied.
" S. Sorry",.
Jeet looked at her skdtches. He leafed through thode of church until..
" Dr. Josef.. that's pretty similar ", he looked at Shaun's sketch.
She said nothing.
The food arrived.
" I am starved. Let's dig in", he said.
She liked crabs and polished everything off.
" Anything more" he asked
She shook her head.
" What pulls you to art", he asked suddenly.
" I. I. it's l. Like a therapy. I. W. when I am s. sad.. it.. I sometimes sir c. can't talk s.so I d.draw", she said and shrugged.
" To communicate " he queried.
She nodded looking anywhere but at him.
" Painting therapy ", he mused.
" O. Okay b.bye', she wished to run away.
Not so fast my love thought Jeet
He held her hand. She froze again
" How soft your hands are Chanchal", he whispered in her ears. She shivered.
He kissed them.
" Beautiful hands of a beautiful girl" he whispered again
She blushed now.
"Is your body soft all over", he asked.
She looked at him confused.
" I mean here" , he pressed her bo*bs.
She sucked in a breath.
" And here", he cupped her as*
She gasped.
" I. I.. "
" You blush a rosy pink.. So alluring ", his kisses on her body turn wet.
" P. Please s. Sir", she pleaded
Like a gentleman Jeet stopped.
" Willingly Chanchal. When I bed you we will be two consenting adults", he said
" I. I c. can't c.cope Jeet", she cried. " L. Leave me al.alone please", she cried then left.
Jeet did not follow.
She needed her therapy he knew.
Chanchal drew fires of sun trying to consume the shadow girl.