They shifted to where there was ample street light to read and opened the diary, started searching for the information. There was none… “I don’t see any information here…”
“She writes her feelings and other things from the back of this diary – there are pages for notes there… normal dates and times are for her appointments and maybe new tricks she thinks of…” Samiya informed.
Major turned to the end pages and started to scan – mostly they were romantic thoughts about him and his heart sank while reading it – she loved him completely and only thought of him and how she planned her life with him.
Then his glance fell on something that looked like gibberish – names of people, food and places all written without any references. He read at the list of names like Bhoorji, Raam Nagar, Al Ahad, Al Mujtaba, Mariam, Jeddah, Taufeeq, Allahbaqsh which made no sense to him. He beckoned his friend from NIA and showed him the names in the diary to check if anything would ring a bell in any informative direction… Even he was nonplussed…
“Who is your friend?” Samiya interrupted his chain of thoughts he was trying to analyse of make some sense in the names he read in the diary.
“This is Inspector Khan from NIA…” he introduced her to his friend and then turned to Inspector Khan, “She is Samiya – Mohini’s best friend and her assistant in her shows…”
They both exchanged ‘Hellos’ and Inspector Khan turned to him, “I think she has mentioned Ram Nagar which is located at Jogeshwari in Mumbai and some place there where you get Bhoorji (local spicy egg dish) – it could be a restaurant or a street side joint … Let me alert the police about it…” and he proceeded to inform the police about the location.
He turned a few blank pages and found something scribbled there and he started to read it – for a moment he was blank thinking about the danger…
The scribbled notes read following, ‘I don’t want to believe what I read in the mind of the last participant in today’s show. I know, I can’t go to police for they will never understand without a proper proof. Oh! What should I do – Chaits, only if you were here with me – you would understand and take some action…
We were done with the show tonight and were wrapping up when the crowd insisted on one more trick and I yielded to their demand. I picked up a paper ball and threw it randomly into the crowd where some nervous man caught it and was reluctant to come up to the stage. After few words of comfort he did come up to the stage and I was going to play the normal trick of reading the serial number of the currency note he held… He picked a note from his pocket and I couldn’t believe it – it was a Pakistani currency…
Though I tried to show that I didn’t look at what he held – I looked at Samiya and told her to record the trick. I asked him to go to the end of stage and walk toward me again. When he walked again, I told him that I have seen the note he held so he should get another note. Surprisingly, he brought out another currency and it also was a Pakistani currency. While going through the trick I deliberately took time so that I could read what was going in his mind. I could get some names and the most dangerous was the plan of serial blasts like 1993 again in Mumbai. I couldn’t get the locations though – but I could clearly read the sinister plan in his mind. Also could read that he will never be able to go to his home in Pakistan because he was sure that the Indian police and agencies will nab him and kill him… He was ready for his death…’
He was stunned at the planning of the terrorists for a moment and then realised that they might have kidnapped her thinking she could have read the mind and knew of the plot they intended to hatch. They must have realised that she has not approached police which meant their plan was yet safe and authorities didn’t know of that… the only thing he could hope was they didn’t kill her and she was safe. He will leave no stone unturned and rescue her from wherever they had kept her hidden – the only thing was where – Inspector Khan of NIA was already in action coordinating with police for her whereabouts…