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 wait where this came from? "Nandini I wrote it to remind you, that you are going with Manik!!." I heard Vibha's voice from bathroom who is taking her shower. Today Manik and me are going to Varna's parent's house. After interviewing them, I have decided to shift to the bungalow. Fab 5 and Navya are ready to help me.

  I waited outside my hostel and soon Manik came in front of me. "Good morning" we both greeted and headed towards the destination. We came to halt and I rung the door bell. A man in his 70's came with grumpy face. "Sir we are from Prachiti.." he didn't let me complete "come to the point as I have no time in wasting on teenagers." I wanted to scream on him that I am 20, but I want information so I need to be calm.

  "Sir we are here to know about Varna. Hariharan." no sooner the statement was out, the man standing in front of me turned red, he pushed me with such force that I would have fallen if Manik did not catch me, who came after parking his car.

  "Dare you come here asking about that tramp. She is no longer my daughter, she is a prostitute who sold her body and tarnished my reputation." if he screamed in this range, then I am damn sure I will be deaf next second. A lady who was slight younger that this roaring tiger rushed towards us and tried to control this old man. "She destroyed everything and now you are continuing it. Next time if you come, then I will not think twice before calling the police." he said closing the door on our faces.

  I looked around and everyone is watching us. I looked at Manik who was clenching his fists. "Manik I am sorry." he is not at all aware of these reactions from people. "You should not be Nandini, that old buff should be." he said gritting his teeth and slightly helping me to dust my hand bag. Suddenly a white paper which was of the card size caught my eye. I went to the door, where that old man shut the door. It had written 'meet after an hour'.

  Soon the roaring tiger went outside the house and we rung the bell. The lady welcomed us with a smile. She brought coffees for us and sat in front of us. "I am sorry for my husband's behaviour he don't like to Varna." her voice gave away that she was not happy with her husband's point of view. "Mam, we are here to know about Varna mam. I want how was she in her childhood?, her interests.." I saw her controlling her tears.

  "Varna was second born after her brother. My husband was not happy with her, as she was girl. His negligence made her rebel every decision of him. This made him more grumpy towards her. She was not bright student, but she loved to go to school and made each one in there as her friend. Even teacher used to appreciate her for her communicative skills. She was very good in classical dance, Bharatanatyam. She even went to abroad and presented it in front of foreigners." Manik gave her the tissue box to wipe her tears.

  "We were very poor then. Varna joined modelling to help us, but her father was against it. She was just 16, so I was not happy with her decision. One of her friend encouraged her and she left us for her career. She would send her 75% income for me without my husband's knowledge. When she turned 18, she was given the offer to act in a film, by that her whole life changed. Offers came like a rain for her after that film. I was happy, but not my husband." she came with an album. It contained all the childhood pics of her. She was soo beautiful then. 

 "When she was 19 she married the producer of her first film. His name was Azhad. Khan. She even invited us, but as usual my husband stopped me from going there. Even I was not happy with her marriage, but once I met Azhad I was happy with my daughter's decision. One evening, the news channel announced the death of my daughter and framed her of head of a prostitution ring. She was just 21, I requested, begged my husband to just see her once, but he turned deaf for all my pleadings." she broke down and I was having a tough time handling her. Manik gave her some water and she thanked him.

  "Did you not call Mr. Khan?" Manik asked his bugging question. "I had called him, but he was not picking it. Then I don't know what happened to him. He even stopped coming to his office where I went to enquire. I think he is behind all this. He killed my daughter, framed her and he escaped from everything." she shouted and cried in my arms hysterically. "She can..not d..o it. I kn...know her. She ca..can be rebel, she may have left us, but she can never do that." I was at the verge of crying seeing her.

  We consoled her to some extent. I took the old number of Mr. Khan and noted her modelling location. "We are sorry for making you remind of her." I said to which she smiled taking my hands in her. "I am a mother dear. A mother can bear anything except her daughter's insult. You are the first one to come here and ask about her. Can you please prove that she is innocent?" something stirred in me. I wanted to hold her and assure her that I will definitely prove, but what if she is really a head of prostitution ring? "I will try my level best mam. My work is to tell the truth to the world."