Its 4 am in the morning and Abhijeet is still working on his laptop. He hadnt slept the whole night but was checking Police Reports about a case. However he couldnt find any worth studying results. Only it was mentioned that the culprit died in a road accident and hence the case was closed without any further investigations or details. It was a 5 month old incident where jewellery worth crores was stolen from an International exhibition and immediately was sold separately in various parts of the world. The money so obtained was converted into diamonds within a matter of hours, after that. This was the biggest robbery ever committed…

Daya is in his home.. humming and then the bell rings… he goes and opens the door and there is a boy. Daya – “ji?” Boy – “aap CID inspector Daya hain?” Daya – “haan par tum kaun ho?” Boy – “main Vishal hoon. Richa Aggarwal ka neighbour. Richa ne kaha ki ye main aapko deta jaun.” Daya – “Richa Aggarwal?” Vishal – “Richa ne bataya ki wohh apke saath college mein thi…” Daya – “ohh haan Richa.. kahan hai wohh abhi?” Vishal – “pata nahi sir. 1 hafte pehle ek din achanak hi ek bag mein kapde daale aur chali gayi. Ghar mein sab samaan waisa hi pada hai.…

Scene 1 We are in a water park where all water swings are there and stuff… people have come here for picnic and they are enjoying rides and everything. There is a long queue for a particular swing… The Splash.. where people in group of 2 or 3 slide down a big slide into pool… Simran (the first in queue) – “Raj dekho na.. kab khulega?” Raj – “gaya hai na wohh kholne” Tanvi – “main bhi thak gayi hoon. 15 minute se khade hain. Baki saare jhoole khul gaye.” Ishaan – “Tum mein bilkul sabra nahi hai.. Dekho aa gaya wohh.” Simran – “Main pehle… main pehle..” The guard…

Dhiren could not understand why any woman would have hundreds of her own photographs scattered throughout her home, furniture toppled chaotically, and spots of multicolored paint staining everything in sight. However, he didn’t have time to bother with such issues. His focus was on one thing: the cash and jewels he would be stealing from this home. “Her name is Sheetal Ambuja. She’s a vice-president for Sheetal Industries, lives alone, and keeps a good one hundred to two hundred thousand in cash and jewels in the house at any one time,” Tejas had told him when they’d met at the Malibu Bar and Grill. “What about her schedule?” Dhiren had…