It was truly refreshing having coffee by
looking at the sunrise. I was doing the same
thing, standing outside of my 27th-floor apartment and enjoying the sunrise.
The outside view was magnificent. My name is Trivedi, working as a Software
Architect in one of the top US companies. We develop security solutions. US defense department is one of our clients. I was an expert in designing and
architecting intelligent software in weapons. There is a total of 7 patents in my name.
Most people don’t know that modern weapons have microchips, and the firmware
inside the chip does most of the work. They believe that Weapon
manufacturing is just mechanical work, and no software is required. But
certainly, they are wrong.
Six-figure salary and 5% company stock, everything achieved at age of 25. I love
to enjoy a luxurious life, so bought the costliest apartment and a sports car. Even My
boss didn’t have that kind of car. I was a bachelor but was dating Michele.
Michele was a co-worker.
That day was going to be the biggest day in my
life as I had to give a presentation of new weapon technology to US defense authorities, which I had been working for 2 years. US defense department was eagerly
waiting for that technology. If they accept it then it would be a big breakthrough
in my life.
I finished my coffee, went inside, and sat on a
sofa. I got a call, it was Michele. I answered the call,
“Hey… Mich”, I call her Mich, short name of
Michele.
“Honey… did I wake you up.”
“No … Mich... I woke up already.”
“Oh… ok… do you miss me yesterday night?” Her
tone was teasing. Almost every day I used to spend nighttime in her
apartment, but yesterday I didn’t go.
“Ya… kind of… you know right. I was immersed in
preparing the presentation.”
“Oh … great. I know you forget the entire world when you are working... I’m angry that you keep all your designs with you. You don’t even share
with me”, she sounded really angry. That was, maybe the 100th time, she was
complaining that I didn’t share my designs with her. I really don't like to
share my designs with anybody, because those are military designs. If those
designs land in the wrong hands, then I couldn’t imagine what kind of damage that
might bring.
I just laughed and remained silent.
“Alright… anyway, come soon to the office. See you
there… love you… bye”, she disconnected the call.
I took 45 mins to get ready and came out of my
apartment. I was carrying a personal laptop. Today’s presentation and some
other confidential documents were on that laptop.
I was in the basement, walking towards the car.
Then it happened. Somebody hit me with something at the backside of my head. I
fell to the floor. Then two hands were holding me down, and I could feel,
something was getting injecting into my neck.
I was losing conciseness but still, I could see somebody grabbed a laptop from me. I wasn’t able to resist, lost complete conciseness ...
When I opened my eyes, I was inside a small
room. I realized that was a lodge. It was undoubtedly a very low-cost one. I got
up from bed. I remembered everything that someone hit me from back and stole
my laptop.
“God damn it. They wanted my new designs that’s
why they hit me and stole the laptop. Who was it? I’ve to inform my
boss”. I came out of the room; it was on the first floor. I came over then I
saw a short guy at the front desk. He didn’t look like an American. I asked him
where was that place and who bought me here. He said some guy bought me here
yesterday night. He had told him that I was his brother. I asked him again,
which town it was? He said I was in Poovar, a small town in Kerela,
India.
“Oh my god, it is unbelievable. Am I in India???
Who stole my laptop, brought me to India from the US? This is ridiculous.
I’ve to call my boss.”
I asked that guy, whether it was possible to
make an international call. It was fortunate that the guy was able to talk in
English. I heard somewhere that most of the population in Kerala speaks English
and I was witnessing that fact in that small Kerala town. He showed me the
phone and told me what numbers I should dial first to make an international
call.
I dialed my boss's office number directly, no one
answered the call. Then I understood it was night in the US, so I dialed my boss's
cell phone number. After a moment he answered.
“Sir, this is Trivedi. Please listen carefully.
I was attacked by somebody, and my laptop was stolen. And right
now I’m in a small town, India. I don't know how, but they brought me here. You have to call the FBI and
report it”, I told him everything.
There was a silence for a few seconds from the other
side, then he said, “See Mr, this is not a time for practical jokes, I just met
Trivedi this evening at my office. So don’t tell me that you are Trivedi. You
better call someone to make a fool”.
I was shocked after listening to what he had said.
“What are you saying? You met Trivedi today evening, that’s impossible, I’m
Trivedi, and somebody stole my laptop and designs. Sir, you didn’t recognize my
voice. I have been working in your company for more than 10 years!!!”
“I told you Mr, stop talking nonsense. You are
not Trivedi”, he disconnected the call.
I was stalled. “What is going on? When I’m here, how come he was telling me that he met Trivedi. Whom did he meet
actually?” my head was spinning with those questions.
“Who stole my designs? Why they bought me to live
here, instead of killing. I have to call Michele. Yes, she will remember me.”
I called Michele’s cell number. After a while, she answered.
“Michele, this is Trivedi, see… something
terrible is gonna happen. I don’t understand what is that exactly. Can you believe that I'm in India, someone brought me here, you have to help me”.
She was laughing on phone. “Are you Trivedi?
Then who is in my bed? A ghost … haha.”
“What? Trivedi is with you??” it was a double shock to me.
“Yes, he is with me in my bedroom. You want to
talk to him” and I heard that she gave the phone to some other person.
“Hello, this is Trivedi speaking, who is it?”
the voice is not my voice. I was thinking, “if he is Trivedi then who am I??”
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Well written.Who s the other guy?
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