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But I am already following up

with the Sonia murder case.

I can't help you. I am sorry.

Hey, Ronnie?

Any problems?

The Deputy Superintendent of

Police is taking an interest

in the Sonia Singh murder case

So I can't delay.

Ronnie, I asked any problems?

No. Why?

You've been working for me as

a crime report for four years.

And this is the first time

that you're late.

What's up?

- Actually my car broke down.

There were no taxis

available either.

And the date?

Date?

Maya and you went out

on a date, didn't you?

Nothing of that sort.

I am just trying to know her.

- Oh listen.

Explore away. I believe you.

In fact, I'm with you on this.

But hey. Take my car

and go to the site.

Don't worry.

I'll talk to the DSP.

Don't worry about the minister.

The favorable articles

our newspaper wrote

after the minister's son rammed

his Skoda into a school bus

is the reason he still has

a sterling reputation.

So the minister owes us

big time.

Don't worry.

Go on.

Make me proud.

Help, Ronnie!

Ronnie, help me!

Ronnie!

Hello, Mr. Rohan Achrekar.

Any leads?

Was it a truck or a pick-up?

Bus or car?

What's your guess,

Mr. Crime Reporter?

I guess investigation is

your job, not mine.

Who was the driver?

Was he rash? Or he just

didn't see it coming?

Or was he drunk?

His car could've skidded.

I'm trying to unfold

the mysteries behind this case.

Because there's something

bigger than evidence.

Truth!

I uncover the truth and

don't just gather evidence.

Whatever.

Shucks! Where's my car?

Maya!

Maya!

Maya!

Maya..

Everything was so dirty.

I thought I'll clean the place.

- Where's my car?

Your mirror..

You write everything on it.

- Where the heck is my car?

Your towels.

Look, how dirty..

Where the heck is my car, Maya?

Don't get hysterical, Ronnie!

I am not getting hysterical.

I am freaking scared!

My car's paint is

on Nancy's scooter.

Do you know what will happen

if the cops find my car?

I'll go to jail. I should've

never listened to you.

I shouldn't have listened

to you at all.

Ronnie, your car is safe!

Your car is safe!

'I love you more than myself.'

'You're the one for me.'

'The heart is obsessed'

'about making you mine.'

'I want to immerse

myself in you.'

Where's my car?

- 'Look into my eyes.'

Can you swim?

'You can see me in you.'

'I love you more than myself.'

'You're the one for me.'

'The heart is obsessed'

'about making you mine.'

Maya, what have you done?

Why are you complicating things?

It's still not late.

We should tell everything

to the police.

Maya.

Maya, stop for a second!

I am talking to you.

Don't you have any feelings?

I don't have any feelings?

I'm doing it because

I have feelings.

My feelings are for you,

god darn it!

What's wrong if I want to

save you and save myself?

I am a girl.

A single woman.

But I'm trying to stay strong

so that you stay strong.

Maya, listen.

But now..

I am scared for you.

What if something

happens to you?

If something happens?

I am scared.

Maya..

- I am scared.

I am scared.

- Maya..

I am scared!

When was your car stolen?

- Saturday night.

Which car?

Scorpio.

Color?

- Grey.

License plate number?

GA 01 6666.

Nice number.

In the name of the Lord.

He that stands in

the house of the Lord's.

In the court of

the house of the Lord's

Praise the Lord,

for the Lord is good.

Sing praises onto His name,

for God, it is pleasant.

For the Lord has chosen

Nancy Smith

as His pleasant treasure.

For I know,

that the Lord is great

and that our Lord

is above all gods.

You killed me!

Ronnie!

You killed me!

No!

You okay?

How is your vertigo?

I heard your car got stolen.

Yes.

The car that rammed Nancy's

scooter was also grey.

Evidence number one.

Yeah?

Yes?

Does Ronnie Achrekar live here?

Thanks.

Are you his colleague?

No. He is a friend.

Today was my sister's funeral.

You might have read

in the papers.

Nancy.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

But Ronnie isn't at home.

Okay.

Excuse me!

- Yeah?

What do I tell Ronnie?

Priya.

- Priya.

Well..

You said he isn't..

I am so sorry about Nancy.

I can't believe Nancy is dead.

She was so excited.

She was supposed to come to

London and now she's no more.

She did not deserve this.

So young.

So happy.

It doesn't make a difference

to anyone here.

This is just another case

for the cops.

But not for me.

I have to find out

who killed Nancy

so mercilessly.

Ronnie.

Please help me find that rascal.

Coffee.

He was inhumane.

He could've taken her

to the hospital.

The police said that

injury wasn't fatal.

Had she been taken to the

hospital, she could've survived.

Ronnie, only you can help me.

I want that creep behind bars.

You're a well-known reporter.

You can write articles

and put pressure on the police!

You know,

maybe a single article

can help us find a witness.

You know?

Perhaps someone will

lead us to the car

or to the driver!

Give me something!

Anything, Ronnie! Anything!

What the heck can I do about it?

Am I the police or the lawyer?

Am I the witness? No, right?

Please, Priya.

Try to understand.

Please.

The other day you didn't

even meet me at the graveyard.

I should've understood

where our relationship stands.

'When we met,

it was the trial of our love.'

'We parted ways.'

'Yet our destination

didn't change.'

'You were with me

on my excruciating journey'

'like my shadow.'

'You're the one who

encouraged me at every step.'

'When we met,

God blessed me with His grace.'

'When we met,

God blessed me with His grace.'

'Filled with sorrows.'

'My heart was filled

with sorrows.'

'Without you, my heart

was filled with sorrows.'

Darn! Shucks!

Oh, God!

You're implying

that someone fiddled

with your car brakes

which caused the accident.

And you still got away

without a scratch, huh!

We'll have to inspect the car.

But I already sent the car

to the garage.

Very strange.

Three sugars please.

You sent your car

to the garage

without filing

a police complaint.

Are you sure

this was an accident?

But this doesn't

look like an accident.

What do you mean?

Nancy was your sister, right?

- Yes.

Step-sister?

Yes.

- Thank you.

Welcome.

Beautiful house.

Whose house is it?

It was Nancy's

18th birthday gift.

From dad.

- When was her birthday?

Today.

And after Nancy?

- Mine.

I see.

So this place is all yours

since last night.

What do you mean?

- I mean perhaps..

Nancy was murdered.

Somebody killed her.

I don't mean you. Not yet.

This is my number.

Call me if you have any

information about the case.

Are they investigating

Nancy's murder or me?

He's investigating you in

connection with Nancy's murder.

But why?

Because only you benefit

from Nancy's death.

That's why.

I am going back.

I can't handle all this.

But I thought

you wanted to come back.

Yeah, but..

Not like this.

I missed you every day

when we were apart.

And trust me. Every single day.

I was wrong to think

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