There was a serious environment in the CID Bureau. A mysterious murder or suicide had turned their heads.

Shreya (thoughtfully): Sir, mujhe lagta hai ki hume us gaon mein chal kar dekhna chahiye. Ho na ho lekin voh case isi se juda hai… (teary) Sir, main yakeen hi nhi kar sakti ki yeh suicide hai, Gargi di itni bhi kamzor nhi hai.

ACP (thought for a while then nodded): Hmmm… Shreya mujhe bhi lagta hai ab yeh paheli us gaon mein hi sulje gi. (To Abhijeet and Daya) Hum teeno challenge.

Shreya (immediately): Sir, main bhi aaongi aap teeno ke saath.

ACP nodded. They took their stuffs and went to the car. Abhijeet was driving as Daya's hand had got injured while fighting with the goons in another case. ACP sat in the front seat, as I don't want to sit in the back seat. Daya and Shreya were in the back seats.

The journey started. Shreya was unusually quiet and, why wouldn't she? She lost her beloved old cousin. She was looking out of the window and hiding her tears.

Daya saw that. He kept his hand on her shoulder.

Shreya (teary): Sir, Di bahut khush thi…. Unki shaadi tay ho gyi thi. Yaha tak ki sagaai bhi ho gyi thi. Pta nhi kya huya ki Suresh ji ne rishta tod diya, yeh bol kar ki voh kisi aur se pyaar karte hain. Di tut gyin thi andar se, isliya badi maa ne unhe mere paas bheja. Voh sab kucch bhul bhi rhi thi, khush rehne lagi thi. Pta nhi, phir kya aisa huya ki (and broke down)

Her eyes were closed but tears were rolling down. Daya's heart felt a pinch. He wanted to sooth her, hug her but why would he? What was their relation?

He loved her, but now, she is engaged to someone else. His thoughts were disturbed by a voice.

Abhijeet (consoling her): Shreya shant ho jao… agar Gargi ji ka khoon huya hai toh hum unke khooni ko kadi se kadi saza denge.

Shreya (crossed him teary by loud voice): Sir, use yeh dag toh nhi mit ta na ki ek CID officer ke rehte uske ghar mein, usi ke nak ke neeche uski bahan ko kisi ne maar diya ya uski behen ne aatm hatya kar li. (No one had any answer) Sir, di mere liye sab kucch thi, unko mere baare mein har baat pta thi… hum sagi behno se bhi zyaada the… agar unhone suicide bhi kiya hai tab bhi main is baat ke liye kabhi khud ko maaf nhi karoongi ki mere hote huye bhi aisa kya ho gya ki unko aatm hatya karni padi… aisa lagta hai ki unke saath ain kyu na mar gyi.

ACP (consoling her): Shreya beta, aisi baate nhi karte… mujhe pura yakeen hai ki tumne use bachane ki koshish ki hogi.

Shreya (interrupted him teary): Sir, bachata toh tab na jab kucch pta chalta.

ACP was going to say something but Daya interrupted haughtily.

Daya (arrogantly, angrily): Sir, koyi zaroorat nhi hai ise kucch samjhane ki… agar halki sib hi apno ki chinta hoti toh aise bakwaas nhi karti… aur waise bhi samajhti kya hai hume?

Shreya (interrupted teary): Sir, samajh ti hoon na… apna…. Ek yahi toh pariwaar hai jo aise samay par mere saath warna toh Mummi aur papa ne bhi mujhe doshi kaha. Aur ab toh mujhe bhi lagta hai ki agar voh log Ahmedabad nhi jate toh aisa nhi hota. (She said looking in his eyes)

The topic was left there itself. There was complete and sad silence.

They soon reached the village. Shreya felt something strange as if she had already come here but, no she had never in her life came here. What was it? Just a Déjà vu or reality.

She said nothing, though. They headed to the main area of the village. All the villagers were seeing them, oh, not them just Shreya. They were looking at her shockingly, and turning towards her. She felt weird.

Soon, they saw a group of men coming towards them. All of them had a shocked expression. An old man was in the middle, he was the Sarpanch was the village. They reached the four.

Sarpach: Namaste, main is gaon ka sarpanch hoon.

ACP (smiled): Namaste hum CID Mumbai se aaye hai, aur main hoon ACP Pradyuman. (pointing to Abhijeet) yeh hai Senior Inspector Abhijeet, (pointing to Daya) Yeh hai Senior Inspector Daya (pointing to Shreya) aur yeh hai Ispector Shreya.

All the group members were shocked.

Man 1 (shocked): Ji aapka naam Shreya hai…

Shreya (confused): Haan, lekin ismein itna chawkne wali kya baat hai?

Sarpanch (trying to cover up): Are nhi, voh toh bas aise hi, pagal hai thoda.

Shreya still found it a little suspicious and wasn't satisfied by the words.

ACP (officer mode): Sarpanch ji, hum aapke gaon mein kucch pucch tach karne aaye hain.

Sarpanch (gave a meaningful smile): Humaare gaon ke paas wale jungle me jo aatm hatya huyi hai, uske baare mein na?

The officers were shocked.

Shreya (shocked): Ji… ji usi ke baare mein. Par aap ko kaise…

Sarpanch (smiled): Ji voh ladki Gandvi kul ki hai na?

Shreya (curiously): Haan.. lekin yeh aapko kaise pta, voh bhi itna kucch?

Sarpanch (smiled): Beta, is gaon mein ek bahut puraani katha hai.

Daya (curiously): Kaisi katha?

Sarphanch (narrating): Kayi saal pehle, yaha Gandvi kul raaj kiya karti thi. Kareeban 300 saal pehle ki baat hai. Ek bahut sunder rajkumaari ka janam is kul mein huya… voh hark la mein Saksham thi… nachne se gaane tak, yudh kala se dimaag ki kala tak. Kehte the ki unki aankhein itni sundar thi ki har koyi unmein kho jaata tha. Jaise hi voh 16 saal ki huyin, tabse unke liye kai rajyon se rishte aane lage. Raja ki bhi ladli thi vo… unke bhaiyon ki bhi himmat nhi hoti thi ki unko kucch kahe. Unko Raj Mahal ke paas wale jungle mein ghumne bahut pasand tha. Khushi ho ya dukh… voh har din wahan jaati thi. Dheere- Dheera samay beeta aur voh 25 saal ki huyin. Ek din voh akele apne ghode mein us jungle mein ghum rahin thi. Voh aise hi kaafi aage aa gyi. Achak kucch adivasiyon ne unhe gher liya aur marne ki koshish ki par humare gaon k eek nau jawan ne unhe bachaya tha. Rajkumaari ko unse pyaar ho gya tha, par voh kisi nichi jaati ka tha. Ek din, us aadmi ne rahkumari ko apni dil ki baat btayi aur Rajkumari ne unhe haan keh diya. Raja ko jab pta chala unke baare mein toh Raja ne un dono ko ek jhopdi mein band karke jala diya. Kehte hai, ki Rajkumari ne shraap diya tha ki is kul ki koyi bhi ladki khush nhi rahegi aur atmahatya karegi apne pyaar ko lekar, jab tak ki voh agla janam na le aur unki adhuri prem kahani puri na ho.

Daya felt a fear listening to the words, it was the fear of losing his love.

Shreya (angrily): Kya bakwaas hai?

Sarpanch (smiled): Beti, yeh bakwaas nhi sach hai. Yakeen na ho toh mere saath chalo.

Shreya looked at ACP, who nodded. They followed him to the fort. They passed through the same jungle, Shreya felt a connection and her heart was calm now. They reached the fort and came through a picture, which was between two way stairs, which was after a set was stairs in front of them. All of them were shocked.

Shreya (shocked): Yeh toh meri painting hai.

Sarpanch (smiled): Yehi hai voh Rajkumaari, Rajkumaari JaiShreya.

It was a painting of an Indian princess. She had open long hairs on her left shoulder, wearing a lehnga aur precious gold jewelries. She was beautiful and had big eyes. She was the same as Shreya.

It was the second shock. Shreya felt hypnotized. She moved towards the picture. Sanpanch got worried. He was calling her but she was not listening, so he turned to ACP.

Sarpanch (worried): ACP sir, Shreya ko rok lijiye, us tasveer ko aaj tak jisne chhuya hai, usi waqt uski maut ho gyi hai.

ACP (shocked): Kya?

He also started to call her name, but shout her name but she didn't hear. She was just moving towards the painting. Daya ran towards her, but before he could stop her, she touched the painting. She moved her fingers of her face. All were surprised that nothing happened to her, but was relieved.

Sarpanch (surprised): Kamal hai, mere samne 4 logo ki maut huyi hai is tasveer ko chhune se. (then thought for a while) Matlab yahi hai voh Rajkumari, Rajkumari Jaishreya.

Shreya was still looking at the picture. She, suddenly, got a glimpse of her burning in flames. She backed off and was going to fall, but Daya got her and she came to the reality.

The series of what happen to her today played in her mind.

Shreya (murmuring in anger): Voh aisa kaise kar sakte hai, nhi, unhe jawab dena hoga.

She turned to everyone.

Shreya (angry): Sir, mujhe abhi isi waqt Mumbai wapas jana hai.

Daya (confused): Par Shreya…

Shreya (interrupted angrily while descending the stairs): Jana hai matlab abhi jana hai.

Abhijeet (confused): par kyun?

Shreya (gritting teeth): Kucch jawab chahiye.

Abhijeet studied her expression and nodded. Everyone followed her to the car. She sat on the driver's seat, ACP sat beside her and the duo at the back seat.

Shreya was too much angry, no one dared to open his mouth even ACP understood the level of her anger. Instead of going to the bureau, she turned to her house.