I Sharmi Diamond Ep-33

33. Him

I knew beforehand that she would agree. There was no other way. This was something I had been planning for months. Once, at one of these parties, a woman who attended them slept with me for a gram of heroin and babbled while intoxicated. I couldn't believe the things she said, one after another, about nude parties and private locations. Then, I slowly began gathering information from her. Although I had heard about gigolos before, I obtained a contact through her. I called and spoke to one. He explained in detail who arranged these gatherings, the social status of the women and men who attended, the safety of the location, and how the gigolos were brought in. He also gave me a rundown of Sharmi, the fellow gigolo she had recently become involved with, Sharmi's thefts, and everyone who was involved in them – he listed everything.

Many people might believe that numerous thefts go unnoticed. However, someone, somewhere, will be watching. The action you take might be insignificant to them, so they wouldn't pay attention. Conversely, if they need that information, they will undoubtedly use what they know as a weapon. The reason this guy armed himself against Sharmi was jealousy. It was because she and the other gigolo were not only earning together but also didn't even consider giving him a share.

"You didn't even ask, did you? Would anyone willingly come forward and get caught saying, 'I'm stealing, don't tell anyone'?"

"I am asking, aren't I? We're all in the same business. Money is going to an unrelated home caretaker. What if you gave some to me, who is right here with you? You could have given it as tips or something, without mentioning it was stolen earnings. I don't even know who you are. You're definitely not a police officer or someone connected to the government. Otherwise, Madam Amsa wouldn't have introduced you." What to make of the innocence that still lingered in him despite all the money and pleasure? A thousand questions might arise: Why so much pre-planning? Why Sharmi? Why couldn't I do it myself? I can't; I can't show my face publicly. Am I Kamal Haasan or Tom Cruise to completely alter my appearance beyond recognition with prosthetic makeup?

To execute this, I needed reliable people. More than reliable, people who were ready to do anything to escape trouble. Someone with a desperate desire to live – if caught, that would be the end of everything. I already had three murder cases and two heist cases against me in Mumbai. I easily escaped on a day I had a hopeful bail hearing. From there, Mauritius. The company of old friends. I spent three years there. I recovered somewhat. I couldn't remain idle any longer. It was while I was contemplating what to do that Aingaran contacted me. A Tamil from Jaffna. Someone who could do anything under the guise of business. The information he provided ignited my interest: details about unaccounted, smuggled diamonds circulating in a famous jewelry store in Chennai. The moment I heard it, my mind raced. I formulated a meticulous robbery plan. I wrote a detailed working plan.

I built myself up considerably in front of Amsavalli and convinced her. I planned to ask her to arrange a party for me. I obtained a detailed report about Sharmi and Rajan. Both of their attitudes were very high-class. I decided I had to somehow ensnare them in my web. I exaggerated the issue of the non-existent missing diamond. I proceeded with the belief that Sharmi would definitely fall into my trap, and she did.

I needed body language and speech patterns that would unmistakably indicate wealthy individuals at first glance. This was because the diamond I was planning to rob was worth twenty crore.

How does this sound to you? Is there anything else I can refine?