Razzle dazzle -The case of murder mystery
About the story:
Razzle dazzle
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It was the decade of the 1960s when life in
Mumbai was Razzle Dazzle. Women were absorbed in love, and men were a fan of
the pin-up models. Modernity was catching heights in the conserved society. The
magazine, named, Harrem was available in every railway station, provided in an underpass
to every youth in puberty.
Male fantasy was drastically changing. The
whole station was lit up with excitement, and the trade went on.
There comes a boy named Raman Shah, an
18-years-old boy dressed up in decent white kurta-pyjamas. His eyes will tell
you he is lost or is new in the city. He
moves closer to the shop, named RAHAT BOOKS & STATIONARY.
"He says, brother can you, tell me the
exit," he asks.
Shopkeeper utters in a mysterious
tone," It is a new city for you and a very solitary world. You must be
feeling lonely," Pulling out a magazine from the drawer underneath his
arm," he utters," It's a hot friend to every man".
He hesitates a bit, but mind tempts to
explore, he takes it; his first pin-up magazine.
“12 rupees, please," the shopkeeper
requests," Exit here… is straight, then right and then left”.
Following his instruction, he finds his
way. He finds a restaurant first to extinguish his hunger and then leave for
the Sen studio.
[ Sen studio]
A
studio in Lokhandwala, Mumbai. A famous portfolio and magazine cover studio
that is the first to spread modernity in the city. The air has so form that
even repudiated actresses come here to have a photoshoot.
Currently, a black ambassador has stopped in front of the car. Its
car of famous actress Reena Wadia, wife of Mahesh Wadia, the owner of Wadia
co-operation. Everyone is surprised. News photographers are ready to click
photos, and every model is having a fangirl moment. Reena is having her moment
too. She comes out of the car gracefully, waves at the people and then holds
her saree and takes her step.
Meanwhile, arrives an imported beetle,
spraying swamp on her saree. She moves
to mutter," you stupid fellow, what you did," her anger and blood
pressure rises. She slips, and the whole saree is drenched in the swamp.
A bold model with striking hazel coloured
eyes, a perfect hourglass figure, and an extremely undaunted dressing sense
come out of the car. She is lady Julie aka. Naina Dutta. She is wearing her
signature blue polka dot blouse and blue skirt.
"What happened? Who is this lover who wants to die in front
of my car?" utters lady Julie.
“I am alive”, Reena growls.
" Fine", lady Julie utters and
moves towards the viewers and photographers, then for a second realise the
voice is familiar. She turns and realises it is Reena Wadia. She utter,"
Such a fallen…such fallen women…looks like even good realised your value”.
Naina, you ugly brat. " If you think
that rocking that short outfit, revealing your body and stealing husbands will
make you glamourous. Mind you! You are wrong," she utters," you are
that same dirty bitch who sleep on the same dirty places and incite dirtiness
out of men".
Lady Julie lights a cigarette and utter,” I
guess you are blind. I have a stylish car and handsome money in my bank
account. Guess what? I don’t need my man’s consent to spend it”.
"How can you, hahaha!" utters
Reena," You forget your man after one gulp".
"Why shouldn't I," she
replies," They aren't as delicious as alcohol. They fail to satisfy my
women after a gulp".
"You are a ruthless lady", Reena
utters.
"Indeed, I am ruthless, babe. I am
tamer," lady Julie flaunts.
"You are a stealer. You steal married
men", Reena utters.
"I don't steal. Those men come to get
the sexual satisfaction that their woman fails to provide," lady Julie
taunts," Just like your hubby. He got attracted like a bee to a
flower".
Reena stands, moves toward Julie with the
intent to catch her by the throat. Julie
waves at the crowd. Reena chokes Julia
and presses her hand hard. 5 minutes of struggle was not enough.
Julia died. The moment was recorded, and
everyone witnessed. The matter turned to the court. Reena Wadia got arrested.
[Bombay high court,
Nagpur]
The
famous court, standing from the Victorian era. The court, recently, began to
abolish the jury system. Now the
proceeding is taken by a single judge. Though yet not perfect, trials are
heard.
Main
People present:
·
Wadia family {Mahesh Wadia,
Rita Wadia (Mahesh’s mom), Nahar Wadia (Mahesh’s son), Priyanshi Wadia
(Mahesh’s daughter), Aisha Sarin (Mahesh’s sister)}
·
Lawyers {Mrs Suhani Nayyar
(state lawyer or prosecutor), Mr Narendra Mehta (the defence lawyer and family
friend of Wadia clan).
·
Judge {Amit Sinha}
It's 2:00 pm,
the sun is shining bright in April. The fan is spinning overhead. Discussion is
loud, and people have reached their own conclusion before the beginning of the
case.
People settle in
their seats, but the courtroom stays noisy.
"Order…order", The court judge commands and beats his hammer
on the table," silence in the room".
The rough and
loud, the court judge voice had an author bring everything to silence.
"Your
honour", utters Prosecutor Suhani Nayyar," The case is very clear cut
the opposition has no chance to survive".
"Your
honour", utter the defence lawyer, Narendra Mehta," before prosecutor
says defence has something to show".
" You
may", the court Judge permits.
“Let me bring to
the court, Yasmeen sheikh", announces defence," She knows Naina
Dutta, aka. Lady Julie, since the day she started her career".
Judge
orders," Bring her to the box".
“Keep the hand
on the holy book and vow whatever you say will be nothing else but the
truth", says the assistant.
"I vow
keeping my hand on the holy book whatever I will say will be the truth",
she vows.
She narrates, "She
was from Bengal, but her mother was from Punjab. Her mother died when she at
the of 14. She was raised by a brutal father who indulged in drinking and
smoking. He didn't provide her food and used to beat her. she was in trauma.
When I met her, she was an innocent Bengal girl who was here to establish
herself.
When we lived in
the paying guest in Thane, she used to get panic attacks at night. She couldn't
sleep. She started to attend parties when at a modelling interview, he met a
model named Rajeshwari Nayak. They readily became a friend.
I didn't like
anything about the Rajeshwari. She used to hang out with multiple men. One day
she introduced her to the Rocky Chand.
The three used to party. Alcohol, party and sex became common in her
life. She was going to marry Rocky Chand, but he passed away due to a drug
overdose. Rajeshwari mysteriously died.
Naina started
hearing stuff and soon started claiming to have seen her friends' ghosts. She
was thrown out of pg because of her madness. Since that time, I lost touch, but
we met a month ago. Her eyes were red, and her face was pale. I felt little
sympathy for her. I told her she could come out of this trauma, but she told me
she was being drugged."
"I
object," shouts prosecutor Suhani
Nayyar, " This is court. Here, nothing is said without evidence,"
Court Judge looks at the defence lawyer and
utter," does defence has evidence".
"Yes, it
has", utter Mr Mehta," defence has proof. There are some photos that
prove she knew her very well". The
court judges see the photograph.
"But
sir", Suhani Nayyar utters.
“objection
overruled”, judge utters.
"I have to
interrogate her," utters
Suhani Nayyar.
"So,
Yasmeen sheikh," the Suhani Nayyar asks, "You knew that Lady Julie,
aka. Naina Dutta, was drugged. Can you tell where and when she told you?”.
"It was the
new year eve of 1967. We met in a restaurant, crown coffee house", she
utters," we accidentally met, and I clicked our photograph. It is already
submitted to the judge".
Judge utters,”
she is right”.
"We know
well, a day before the new year day of 1967, means 2 years ago. On that day,
Wadias insulted Naina Dutta," Suhani Nayyar utters," if you want, you
can get a newspaper for reference. What happened in Wadia mansion? or better,
we call Mahesh Wadia."
The prosecutor signals and raises an eyebrow
at the Mahesh Wadia".
"Mr Wadia,
how beautiful is this universe. I hope you have a Déjà vu." Suhani Nayyar
mutters sarcastically," Anyways, we will settle that later, but before
that, would you like to tell everyone about the most glamourous moment of your
life".
"What you
want to know about a woman who dresses like a harlot", He utters.
"Objection…
objection", she utters softly," It was your party where she got her
first pin-up contract. Tell us what happened between you two during that
night".
“Nothing, she
was begging me for the money, as usual”, he utters.
"so, why
your wife slapped her?" the prosecution asks smartly," Just because
she was begging for money. Now, lie. We already know everything".
"Julie was
trying to seduce me, and my wife slapped her", he utters," She was
blackmailing me
."
"Blackmailing
you for what?" the prosecution asks.
"for
harming my image," he shouts.
"Ok! let me
interrogate your wife", the prosecution utters and move toward the box at
another end.
"Do lady
Julie use to frequently come to your house to meet your man?", The
Prosecution
asks.
"Yes",
she utters,"
But".
"Was she
close to him?" the prosecution asks," Physically close".
"No… yes
…no", Mrs Wadia fumbles.
"Say one
thing", Prosecution orders," Yes or no".
"She tried
to seduce my husband every time," she utters.
"So, your
husband doesn't stop her," the prosecution says.
"No, he's
too innocent to figure out", she utters. '
"Give me a
minute Mrs Wadia, ha! Ha! Ha!" she utters," You think men are so
ignorant. do you think your husband is a baby? wake up!".
"What she
wants to prove", says defence. '
"You will
know soon, babe", she utters," Mrs Wadia, it was written in the
headline. That lady Julie was not sane when you slapped her”.
"Her eyes
were red, and she was fumbling. She had doped", she utters.
"How is
this possible in the house with tight security?" the prosecution
utter," How much I know, to get in your mansion, one has to go through a
tight security check-up. How did Naina dope?"
"What's the
point of bringing 2-year-old issue," the defence utters," It has no
connection with the current murder".
"There is a
connection, your honour," she utters," He met lady Julie, an hour
before the murder”.
"She doesn't
have a proof," says defence.
"I have
it", she utters," let me present you Raman shah. He filmed a video of
the meet, and there is an additional video of the dope party in Mr Wadia's
house. In the video, you can clearly see he mixed something in drink, and dope
video is the dope video".
As the video is
played in the court, the Wadias are exposed. Court announces the death penalty
to Mr Wadia. Mrs Wadia is bailed.
[Wadia mansion,
Andheri west]
The
Wadia's have committed suicide, and the house is already auctioned and owned by
Ragini Kapamilya. A new businesswoman in the city.
The doors open and enters Yasmeen sheikh
and Raman shah. They utter," maa, where you maa".
A voice comes," Here in the
drawing-room".
"Hi, namaste kids”, utter Suhani Nayyar.
They both say," Hi, Auntie Suhani.
How're you doing?"
Suhani utter seeing woman in the
right," You have adopted beautiful kid, Ragini Kapamilya or I shall say
lady Julia, owner of Wadia mansion
."
" It would be easy if that fool signed
the contract blindly in the restaurant," she laughs," Ha! Ha!
Ha!".