I Sharmi Diamond Ep-40

42. 40 A Flashback

"What is it, Raja? You're the one who's always 'busy, busy' when I call, and now you've called me? What do you need?" I looked at the Commissioner's wife with deep affection.

"I'm caught in a problem," I said, explaining in detail from the party to Siddharth's plan. Even in orgasm, she had never been so engrossed. She listened with her mouth open. "Do such parties really happen?" Her question held both surprise and longing. Realizing that if I let it go, the conversation would head in a different direction, leading to preparing for the next round, I said, "I have an idea to get out of this. If you want... you can use your husband to help me. At the same time, he'll also get a lot of recognition. What do you say?" I asked pleadingly.

For the next few minutes, she was on the phone with the Commissioner. He knew about our situation. I had mentioned to you earlier about him getting me out of a police case before. So, he immediately asked me to come to his office and listened to everything in detail. He discussed the next steps of the plan.

He very enthusiastically said that we would proceed according to Siddharth's screenplay so that no one would suspect, and that he would take care of the problem of identifying the networks operating in the background using all the information I provided.

There was a triumphant note in his voice for a reason. There was an illegal jewelry exchange dispute between that jewelry company and him. The Indian owner had even used his influence up to the Chief Minister's office when he intervened. For someone who had been humiliated by both sides, this was a golden opportunity. If his plan worked, this would be a big case. It was certain that people at the international level would get caught. The media wouldn't forget it so easily either, and he knew how to ensure they wouldn't. He chuckled and hugged me tightly, saying, "Watch how I'll make the owner, who kept me on the phone without even talking to resolve the issue, squirm." There was a different kind of intensity in his embrace.

He had said that from the moment I entered the store, they would be tracking my phone via GPS. Everything happened as he said. I hadn't expected to get beaten up there. They could have come a little earlier. But all that wasn't important to me. My only worry was how to get the diamond out. If you're surprised by "get the diamond out," then yes, it was the diamond. Siddharth's clever planning was the reason for that. The CCTV camera's rotation took 40 seconds to go from right to left and back. He had noticed that after finishing one side, it took a few seconds to abruptly start moving to the right.

I had mentioned earlier that the room had very low lighting. A tabletop light in the middle, sofas facing each other across the table. As the customer moved the tray towards themselves and looked closely through the loupe, I glanced at the camera once, and because my attention was diverted, so was theirs. It was during those few seconds when the camera turned from left to right that I took the chewing gum from my mouth, took the diamond from the tweezers, placed it in the gum, and put it back in my mouth. In the meantime, I placed the tweezers on the tray.

When the manager asked to check the chewing gum, I gave him the one I had started chewing when I entered. When I went to look at the diamonds, the one I had been chewing, with the diamond hidden in my molar, was still in my mouth. The blood and the diamond going inside with the chewing gum in the room the bodyguard led me to was unexpected, like a blow.

I didn't know what the swallowed chewing gum and diamond would do inside my stomach. But my stomach felt like it was being churned. Was it out of fear of what my condition would be, or out of anticipation that they hadn't arrived yet? I couldn't tell.

Amidst all the chaos there, they made me wear my clothes, and before clearing out the store, while clearing out the customers, they also escorted me out with them. I left my Jaguar there. I was transferred in a vehicle arranged by the police. I was kept in a bungalow beyond Uthandi, in the middle of a palm grove. The Commissioner's wife had come along. It seemed like there was a sparkle in her eyes every time she looked at me. "Where did you hide the diamond? Tell me, we need to get it before the forensics team arrives!" he asked eagerly.

"Sir..." I trailed off.

"What happened?" he asked anxiously. I told him.

He laughed, "Haha! No problem. It'll be alright if you cooperate a little." He then called his colleague in the Narcotics Department. The person on the other end mentioned some drug name, and he said, "WhatsApp it to me." He told the bungalow watchman to get the medicine. Half an hour after taking the pill, my stomach churned. "Don't be squeamish. Block the drain point in the bathtub and go poop. The diamond will definitely come out with it. Take it out and give it to me," he said, grimacing. I had no choice but to do as he said. Because of the medicine, it came out watery. In a way, it was easy to spot the chewing gum. I remembered the sanitation workers when I felt a sense of disgust even at the thought of touching my own feces.

It was when the Commissioner and his wife took the diamond with their left hand and rolled it in their palm that I understood: whether it came as carbon from the depths of the earth or from poop, a diamond is still a diamond. "Your share will come after all the problems are over. Okay?" they said and left. While leaving, the Commissioner hesitated, came to me, hugged me, whispered in my ear, "We need to meet alone one day," kissed my cheek, and left. His wife was watching. I now understood the understanding between the two of them.