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Web of Deception
Love, Obsession, Murder
Christine D'sylva
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Chapter 1
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“Yes, Mrs Patel, you are scheduled for surgery tomorrow. The sinus blockage has to be dealt with. As it
is quite minor, no need to panic.”
“I understand.” Mrs Patel, bit her lip
apprehensively. “Endoscopic surgery that will be performed will
remove the small amount of bone that is blocking the
sinus openings, and of course a small polyp which was detected will be removed. You have chronic sinusitis
and this is a very simple procedure, so do not worry. Just
fill in the required form and we will schedule the surgery for tomorrow.”
Mrs Patel nodded, she seemed a bit mollified. The
soothing manner of Dr Rehan Rawala as always won
admiration and most of his patients had a little crush on him.
He watched her leave, and then settled back in his
chair thoughtfully. There was a lot on his mind these days. And he did not understand why. He ought to be
happy, he seemed to have it all. But there lurked a seed
of dissatisfaction that left him feeling uneasy and restless
like a turbulent tide that was held back for too long and now demanded release.
Tall, in his early forties, close to six feet, with a
well- built body, a rugged face that looked more arresting than handsome, he had that indefinable thing
called sex appeal. His patients found him very attractive
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and his calm, deep attractive voice made them feel
comforted. Thus, it was no wonder then, that he was a popular doctor.
Ear, nose and throat specialists, are also called
ENT’s and rarely referred to as otolaryngologists. They
specialize in otolaryngology and diagnose, manage and treat disorders of the head and neck, including the ears,
nose, throat, sinuses, voice box (larynx) and other
structures. He was affiliated to the top multi-specialty hospital,
Orion, at Andheri, Mumbai.
He was fortunate to work here for the hospital was close to his residence, and the patients were ready to pay
the high fees that such a top hospital demanded. The
hospital was a towering tan building that had three
wings. The compound was decent sized with a lawn at the corner, and parking space for the vehicles that
teemed in.
He wore his usual clothes of black trousers with a crisp cream shirt, rarely donning the doctor’s white coat
and most of the M.D physicians avoided the white coat,
unless essential. He had a straight carriage and a faint arrogance in
his demeanor as he strode along the white long corridors
of the hospital. A few nurses passing by, nodded their
heads in acknowledgement, their eyes a bit wide in admiration. This was of course, the usual treatment he
got daily and he had to admit it was ego-boosting. It
rendered him a feeling of being in control, of being above mere average mortals. He felt like a semi- god, in
charge of people’s health and lives and this was one of
the main reasons he had chosen this profession. Besides,
of course the remuneration that was very good. He had surgery scheduled in an hour’s time and
decided to grab a cup of coffee. It always served as an
instant revitalizer.
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Manisha Rawala stared at her reflection in the long
mirror discontentedly. She had put on weight, at least ten kilos during her sixteen- year old marriage. Only thirty-
eight and she knew her looks were fading. There were
streaks of grey that had sprung out silently and they
made her aware that age was catching up. Too fast. Faint lines around her eyes and her slightly sunken cheeks
made her realise that she was no longer the attractive
looking young woman who had married the good- looking Doctor Rehan Rawala.
It never irked her much before but she knew there
was this feeling of unease, a feeling that things somehow were different.
Theirs had been an arranged marriage and that she
had snagged a good-looking ENT specialist had been
considered an achievement. Her parents had been over the moon and though they had paid a heavy dowry,
(which was illegal) she knew it had been worth it.
He had claimed that he had fallen in love with her and of course she who had loved him almost at first
sight, had known she had made the right choice.
But recently, there was a strange coolness in their marriage. If asked to pin- point the exact time frame, she
would have been at a loss.
But, she sensed that he was cooler towards her. But
logic told her that all marriages have their ups and downs and one could not stay starry- eyed forever.
But, it worried her that the truth was that he had
never been starry- eyed. He had fallen in love coolly and logically, with his eyes wide open, knowing she was a
decent catch and of course, the big dowry had been an
added benefit.
She poked a face at herself in the mirror and shrugged.
No matter what, one could not erase the ravages of
time. She knew she was a decent dresser, yet compared
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to the young woman she had been, she now looked her
age if not a bit older. And ironically, he looked his age too, but the streaks of grey across his forehead, and the
new maturity in his face only made him look more
distinguished. In fact, she had this feeling that age suited
him a lot more than his youth. He wore it gracefully like an impressive cloak that added subtly to his appeal.
She turned away slowly from the mirror and
decided to go into the large room at the rear end of the flat. It was a guest bedroom which he had turned into a
painting room for her- an artist’s haven. There were
various canvases on the easel stands across the room. Sunlight poured from the huge windows with their
flimsy lace curtains swaying gently in the morning
breeze.
On a work- table there were an assortment of paint brushes of varying sizes and of course paints of every
hue imaginable.
This was one area of the home that she could relax and be herself. It was her haven of happiness.
To stand in front of a blank canvas and see in her
mind’s eye the vision of a scenery or figure and then make it come alive on the canvas was the most
exhilarating experience. Each brush stroke was like a
work of art that eventually transformed into something
that made visitors gasp. Many of her paintings were sold to various stores or art galleries and while her profit was
sparse, she enjoyed the rush of excitement knowing
someone out there would feel pleased and comforted by her labour of love.
So, each day, she painted for an hour or so, and as
she strode to the blank canvas set on the easel stand, she
decided to paint an uplifting scenery. It was in her mind’s eye- the graceful slope of the tall brown rugged
mountains, the slightly swaying trees, with their green
and red beauty, as well as the gently flowing river that
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ran in a jagged manner through the soft fresh grass, the
water bluish with silvery streaks. In her mind, she could visualise a lone female
figure sitting under a huge tree, gazing sightlessly ahead.
This was of course, just her first visualisation of what
she would paint, later the details would emerge and sometimes, the end result was quite different from what
had been her original idea.
So, she worked steadily for more than an hour, deliberately blanking out her mind and only focussing on
the task ahead.
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Chapter 2
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“There’s a new patient, Doctor Rawala. She has no
appointment. Can I send her in since the patient Mrs Khanna scheduled for the four o’ clock appointment has
not yet arrived?” The anxious sweet tones of his
receptionist, Sara, almost made him smile. Only, twenty-one, she was a fresh- faced young woman, who was in
awe of him.
He glanced at the white clock opposite him. The time was twenty minutes past four.
“Send her in.” His voice was brisk and brooked no
argument.
He was glancing through a sheaf of papers in a file, in front of him, a frown on his face. It was obvious that
despite all tests done, there seemed to be no easy
solution to solve the laryngitis problem of Mr Gupta, for it seemed to be recurring frequently and it was chronic.
Normally a physical examination was enough but as this
case was chronic, there had been a need for additional
tests. The fact was that this patient Mr Gupta, only thirty years old was a smoker and it was scarcely little wonder
then, that he had chronic laryngitis though of course
other factors could be involved too. He had tried advising his patient to quit smoking
but it was of no use. The best solution would be then to
perform surgery for there was a polyp detected causing the vocal chords to be slightly damaged.
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He heard the soft tread of footsteps, and without
looking up, said, “Sit please.” He carefully put aside the file and then looked up.
His eyes collided with a pair of beautiful grey eyes,
set in a face that was very unusual.
He could not help noticing that her eyes were fringed with a set of long thick eye- lashes that looked
almost unreal. Her mouth was a creamy red, and there
was a faint touch of pink blush across her cheekbones. All this his observant eyes took at a single glance, more
observant than most people, perhaps due to his
profession. His eyes took in her figure and he felt a sudden surge of excitement though nothing of course
was revealed in his professional demeanour. God! She
was a sexy piece.
She had a little smile on her face and there was an amused look in her eyes. Irritated, he guessed she was
aware he found her attractive. But then, so would a lot of
other men. Therefore, his voice was a bit colder than usual.
“Yes, what is the matter?”
She had a well- modulated voice, which was smooth and cultured. It was not a particularly feminine
voice but there was a slight huskiness to her tone that
made him look at her with interest, though his face
remained quite cool and dead- pan. “Doctor, I have a cough that just seems to linger
on. It’s been four weeks now and it has not gone away.”
He said, “Well, I will make an examination, first. Are you allergic to anything? Often, pollen allergies can
cause loads of problems in summer.”
She shrugged, looking a bit unsure.
He performed the necessary examination and noticed the inflammation of her throat.
“There seems to be nothing serious. I will write out
a prescription and it will be necessary for you to be on a
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course of antibiotics.” He began writing out a
prescription on a sheet of white paper, his hand-writing was reasonable, at least compared to most of his
colleagues whose hand writing was illegible. Her name
he learnt was Isha Batra. “I have recommended some B
complex vitamins too, for the antibiotics are very strong. Also, I would like you first to take an allergy pill, today
and tomorrow you may start with the course of
antibiotics which incidentally will be taken for five days.”
He tore off the sheet after scrawling his initials and
handed it over to her. “You can buy these at the pharmacy down below.”
Her eyes quickly scanned the prescription and she
nodded.
Then, with a graceful movement, she rose to her feet, after making the payment which was high as
expected.
“Thank you, doctor.” There was a faint smile on her face as their eyes met. He felt a sudden shortness of
breath like he had been running a long marathon. There
was something about her that pulled him, like a magnet drawn to a steel filing involuntarily. A sudden flush rose
on his face and he suddenly could not meet her eyes
anymore. He nodded curtly and watched her retreating
back, admiring her curvy yet slim figure, in a salwar kameez that looked expensive and well- tailored.
The next patient stepped in, a minute later, and he
was immersed in his usual world of sickness and pain. The pair of beautiful grey eyes was soon forgotten.
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Chapter 3
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Manisha heard the ringing of the doorbell.
“I will get it mum.” Aarti raced across, her long plait swinging, her slender legs encased in a pair of shorts.
She was fifteen and like a slender colt, with hardly any
curves. Yet, she had a prettiness that made people admire her youthful good looks and exclaim that she was
a lovely girl. Her skin was bright and translucent, and
this feature she had inherited from her mother. Yet, despite her beauty, she was a bit of a tomboy who cared
little about boys and fashion, and seemed more of the
academic type, engrossed in her studies and loved
pouring over scientific journals. “It’s dad!” she yelped.
A glance at the hall clock revealed it was ten past
nine, and this was his usual timing, though at times he could come home later. As a doctor’s wife, she was used
to this and it was never a bone of contention in their
marriage.
He strode in, and Aarti grabbed his briefcase and said, “Hi, dad!”
He smiled and from his expression, it was clear that
Aarti was the apple of his eye. “So how is my little girl today?”
“Little?” Aarti looked suitably horrified. “Dad, I am
fifteen. Don’t call me little.” Dr Rehan Rawala laughed, and said contritely,
“Sorry, honey.”
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Aarti made a face and rushed into her room, hell
bent on sitting for another hour in front of her laptop computer scanning the internet.
Manisha greeted him, but there was a tense look on
her face.
He smiled and avoided her eyes. There was a coolness these days in their marriage
and there seemed to be no real reason why. Manisha was
aware men in their forties could suffer from a mid-life crisis. “How was your day?” The inquiry was more
habitual.
“Oh, okay.” He shrugged.” Hope there is something tasty for dinner. I feel famished.”
“Chicken curry with fried rice and of course your
favourite Russian salad.”
“Sounds good.” He strode into the master bedroom to have a quick shower.
Fifteen minutes later, he emerged, looking a far cry
from his usual immaculate formal self. Clad in boxer shorts and a black T shirt, his hair damp, he looked
casual and relaxed.
The cook, a middle-aged woman named Sonu, who had been with them for five years always managed to
make even the simplest meal quite delicious. Manisha
would not have parted with her for anything. She was a
veritable treasure and she knew how fortunate she was to get someone who was also quite honest.
The three of them sat together on the rexine chairs
of the glass dining table, a low lamp shade illuminating the room with a subdued light.
Aarti was in a talkative mood and discussed with her
dad, her dream of becoming a gynaecologist. He was of
the opinion that it was more suitable for men given the hours one had to be on call, citing a doctor who was
female and only performed caesareans because it was
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