Pretty woman mystery unfolds Excerpt-1
Police Inspector
Handing the phone over to the inspector, the superintending engineer said, “Please hold; our boss is on the line.”
“Sir, the general secretary of a union has accused Rakesh, a computer operator, and Mrs Dalvi of watching a blue film together in a closed office. He has complained that they were having the blue film stored on a floppy disc. I have apprehended Rakesh and Mrs Dalvi, taken the floppy discs into my possession, and kept them in a safe place here itself, as I do not want to take them with me. I will take up this matter only when you are back on duty because they are attached to your office.”
Furthermore, the situation has attracted attention due to the rumors of a pretty woman being involved in the investigation.
This situation has raised eyebrows, especially with the involvement of a pretty woman who seems to be at the center of the intrigue.
Additionally, the case raises questions about a pretty woman who was reportedly seen at the scene.
Witnesses have described a pretty woman who was engaging with others, heightening the mystery surrounding the events.
Mrs Dalvi was around 30 years old, a fair, slender, beautiful, and educated woman. She had studied up to the degree level. After completing her degree, her parents arranged her marriage. She has two children. She has a four-year-old son and a two-year-old daughter. Her husband died about eight months back, and her job application on compassionate grounds was sent to the company headquarters two months ago.
As a pretty woman, Mrs Dalvi often drew attention, not only for her beauty but also for her tragic situation.
Mrs Dalvi
Mr Dalvi, her husband, was a compounder and the general secretary of a union. The present general secretary of the union was a deputy general secretary at the time. He made this complaint against her.
What happened to Dalvi was because of alcohol addiction. One day, Dalvi became ill. His condition kept worsening day by day. They took him to Nagpur, where on just his third day in the hospital, he had stopped breathing. Alcohol took his life. His body was brought to Saoner, his hometown, for final rites.
Mr Sinha, Deputy General Secretary
Sinha had taken care of the reins of the union.
The union’s area president and Sinha were of the same caste. He was a soft-spoken person, well-versed in the laws, connected to workers, and well-versed in the company’s rules.
Two months after Dalvi’s last rites, Mrs Dalvi came back to her project’s residence. People expressed their sympathy. The people of her husband’s union helped her get her husband’s dues from her husband’s company. In this matter, Sinha was a real help. He helped her withdraw money from Dalvi’s provident fund and pension scheme but had not yet received his remuneration for his work. As far as Sinha was concerned, he always considered it a sin to offend Lakshmi Ji. Who could refute this eternal truth?
Wherever she had to go for work, Sinha went with her. In this way, Sinha became infatuated with her beauty, and in his heart of hearts, he became enamoured with her. It was the magic of her beauty that drew Sinha to spend his free time talking with her.
Her status as a pretty woman made her the subject of many conversations among the men in the community.
Sinha’s wife belonged to an elite family. In no respect was she less beautiful than Mrs Dalvi, but she was healthy and figureless; despite being the mother of two children, Mrs Dalvi appeared, in every way, to be unmarried. Her beautiful eyes and chiselled figure were magical. Sinha’s attraction was just the natural attraction of a man for a beautiful woman.
The contrast between Sinha’s wife and Mrs. Dalvi, the pretty woman, was often discussed in hushed tones.
Employment Application
After receiving her husband’s money, she submitted her employment application to the company headquarters on compassionate grounds. During her employment paperwork, Sinha accompanied Mrs Dalvi to the Area Office. To spend more time with her, Sinha tried to stretch one day’s work into two or three days.
During her application process, the allure of the pretty woman caught the eyes of many in the office.
During this period, her elder brother lived with her and looked after her children. Despite her elder brother’s presence, Sinha’s meetings used to continue late into the night. Mrs Sinha used to ring Mrs Dalvi often because her husband stayed out late.
Despite her brother’s presence, the pretty woman’s charm seemed to keep Sinha returning.
It often happened. Deep inside, Mrs Sinha harboured a deep grudge against her husband’s behaviour, but she never said a word.
They were living just one quarter away.
Well, after three months, Sinha took forty thousand rupees in the name of office expenses and sent her employment papers to the headquarters on compassionate grounds. After this, her elder brother returned home, and she lived with her two children in her quarter.
Mrs Dalvi’s habit
Mrs Dalvi had a strange habit of winking her left eye while speaking, of which she was unaware. It looked as if she were deliberately winking her left eye. Her way of talking often led people to take it the wrong way. When her husband was alive, it was a different time. But after his demise, people took a different view; they considered her a woman of easy virtue.
Her winking, combined with her beauty as a pretty woman, led many to make assumptions.
People’s offering her the habit of winking while talking had awakened an unknown desire among the married men of the colony. As a result, the married people searched for opportunities to talk to her, with an overwhelming desire to offer her help. She misinterpreted the help as their respect for her late husband, but people offering her help were looking for an opportunity to get closer to her.
The desire to connect with the pretty woman grew, but few truly understood her circumstances.
One day, she received an unidentified letter from the Damua post office. Damua was twenty kilometres away from her residence.
A letter from someone intrigued by the pretty woman arrived, adding another layer to the unfolding mystery.
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