The Krishna Key

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jaw to check the carotid pulse. ‘He’s alive,’ she said.
    He cursed himself for leaving Kurkude in the car with Taarak. ‘It’s better that we split ourselves into two teams,’ said Saini. ‘Good thought,’ said Priya. ‘I’m pretty certain that Radhika Singh believes that you’ve kidnapped Professor Kurkude. Why not let the professor stay in the car while the two of us go in first? If we do not emerge within an hour, Professor Kurkude can come looking for us. Is that acceptable, Professor?’ She had been ensuring that Taarak could eliminate Kurkude when they were alone.
    Saini’s thoughts zeroed in on the immediate events of the past inside Chhedi’s office. Having placed the seal in her pocket, Priya turned to Saini again. ‘Now I have all four seals. Thank you for your location analysis, it shall be most helpful, Professor,’ she smirked. ‘But I’m relieved that I don’t have to listen to your boring lectures anymore.’ Saini realised that it was very possible that Sanjay Ratnani may already have organised for the seal in police evidence to be handed over to his daughter!

    News of the death of Kichaka and his siblings reached the ears of Duryodhana. The killing had all the markings of Bhima. Duryodhana now knew that my cousins — the Pandavas — were hiding in Matsya. He also knew that if he succeeded in catching them before the thirteenth year was out, the Pandavas would have to go back to the forest for another twelve years. It was a delicious thought. He attacked Matsya when King Virata was out on an expedition. The only one available to defend the city was Uttara, Virata’s son, and Brihanalla — Arjuna in female disguise. Uttara was terrified of battle but Arjuna was easily able to overcome the Kaurava formations. Duryodhana was ecstatic. ‘That is none other than Arjuna,’ he rejoiced. ‘We have discovered them before the thirteenth year,’ he exulted. His uncle Bhishma cautioned him, ‘A year is calculated differently between solar and lunar calendars. In my opinion, Yudhistira could have revealed himself five months ago without losing the wager!’ Duryodhana vehemently disagreed with Bhishma’s view.
    While Saini was attempting to get his thoughts in order, the Jeep carrying Radhika Singh and her captors was screeching through the streets of Chandigarh, hurtling towards Chandimandir Helipad in Panchkula. ‘Where are we going by chopper,Mataji?’ asked Taarak, almost shouting to be heard over the din of the engine.
    ‘Lucknow,’ yelled Priya. ‘From there we take a private charter to Nepalgunj on the Indo-Nepal border!’
    ‘Why, Mataji?’ asked Taarak.
    ‘Because that is the place from which we can travel to Simikot along the Nepal-Tibet border. Simikot is the starting point for our trek to Mount Kailash!’
    Both Priya and Taarak carried on their conversation inside the Jeep while Radhika’s unconscious body lay stretched on the vehicle’s floor between them. Priya should have reckoned that it was folly to be talk,’ replied Sir Khan like on the Kaliyugaing freely on the assumption that Radhika Singh was unconscious. Radhika Singh was always conscious of everything.
    The Robinson R44 chopper stood silently at the helipad with a pilot and another man, awaiting Priya and Taarak. The R44 was a single-engine, four-seater light helicopter. The enclosed cabin had two rows of side-by-side seating for a pilot and three passengers.
    They got out of the Jeep and Taarak lifted Radhika Singh’s unconscious body to carry it into the helicopter, but the pilot stopped him. Turning to Priya he said, ‘Mataji, this helicopter can take only four people. I am your pilot and this person here with me is your guide, who will assist you in getting to your destination at Mount Kailash. You and Mr Taarak Vakil can be the third and fourth passengers, but we don’t have the engine capacity to carry a fifth.’
    Taarak looked at Priya, waiting for her response. Instead, she turned to the Jeep

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