Twenty seven year old Luv Sharma had always been a high achiever. Great at studies, great at sports, success, he had everything. Everyone knew he was going to make it big. So when he cleared the civil service exam and joined the Indian Police Service, no one was surprised. Not only that, he went on to become one of the most high profile IPS officers of the state. I don’t want to go into details but still, everyone knew he would be nominated for Param Veer Chakra, the coming year.
And still, somehow, the chapter of love was yet to be opened in his life. It was only ironic, that his first posting as an IPS officer was in Agra, the city of the memoir of love, the Taj. Having studied in government schools and invested his youth into books, he had virtually forgotten to fall in love. But now that his friends were beginning to get married, it definitely pinched him a little.
On the face of it, he was the happiest person around. But every night, he sulked because of the incompleteness of his life in the absence of love.
One day, he was wired that there was an upheaval at the Agra Mental Hospital. He reached there in a jiffy. It took Luv a good half an hour to take the miscreants into control. It was a tiring job. Once everything was under control, he sat down at the reception to take a breath. He poured a glass of water and relaxed.
Just then, the phone at the reception started ringing. Luv checked that there was no one around. So he decided to pick the call.
“Hello?” he picked the call.
“Hello? Is this Mansi?” a female voice came from the other side. She was crying.
“I think you have a wrong number” Luv replied.
There was an awkward silence. Luv was really curious as to why she was crying. The girl, on the other hand, seemed lost as to what to say.
“Don’t get me wrong, but why are crying” Luv asked.
The girl was quiet for a second, as if Luv’s question had made her reflect on everything that was making her cry. And then her sobbing suddenly got louder.
“I am crying because my parents don’t let me do anything” she said. And then she went onto narrate her story that how in spite of being great at studies, her parents had not let her do much in life. And now they wanted to her to get married forcefully.
Luv was touched. The quiver in her voice touched something deep within.
“And what do you do?” she asked Luv.
“Me? Well, I am an IPS officer.”
“IPS Officer! Wow. A good one?” she asked.
“Yes, yes. A very good one. I don’t want get into the details but I would probably get Param Veer Chakra next year. People say nobody can handle a gun better than I do. Also, I killed Veerappan.”
“You must be mad to have not found a girl till now. I mean, in just fifteen minutes, I seem to really like you already. Let’s meet up. Where are you right now?” she asked.
“I am at the Agra Mental Hospital.”
He heard a clicking sound on the other side of the phone.