THE BEAUTIFUL WOMAN AT CAFE NAAZ
Short Fiction – A Detective Romance Story
By
VIKRAM KARVE
I titled the detective fiction story TIME INCLINATION OPPORTUNITY.
So – here is my old fashioned detective fiction story set in Cafe Naaz – revised, updated and abridged.
Do tell me if you like the story.
TIME INCLINATION OPPORTUNITY – Fiction Story by Vikram Karve
A detective always remembers his first case.
Let me tell you about mine.
This happened long back – almost 40 years ago – in the 1970s – when Pune was a salubrious pensioners’ paradise – a cosy laid back friendly town where everybody knew everybody.
And – let me tell you – at the time of this story – I was not even a full fledged detective.
I was just a rookie part-time amateur self-styled sleuth – studying in college – skylarking in my spare time as a private detective – masquerading as a Private Investigator for my uncle who ran a private detective agency.
Dear Reader – please remember that way back then – in good old days of the 1970s – there were no mobile cellphones – no PCs – no mobile smartphone cameras – no handy cams or digital cameras – no modern technology gadgets – not even things like email and the internet – that you take for granted today – and the only method of investigation was the tried and tested good old physical surveillance – where you spent hours and hours patiently shadowing and tailing your target.
“A woman wants her husband watched,” my uncle said – giving me a slip of paper with a name and the room number of a well-known hotel in Pune.
“That’s all...? Just a name and hotel room number...?” I asked.
“He is a businessman from Mumbai – he drives down to Pune very often – at least once a week – sometimes twice – ostensibly in connection with business – but our client suspects there is some hanky-panky going on…” my uncle said.
One week later – I waited for the client to arrive at our planned rendezvous.
I sat on the balcony of Café Naaz atop Malabar Hill sipping a cup of delicious Chai and enjoying the breathtaking sunset – as the Arabian Sea devoured the orange sun followed by spectacular view of the Queen’s Necklace as the lights lit up Marine Drive.
She arrived on the dot at 7 PM – and she sat opposite me.
She was a Beauty – a real beauty – 35 – maybe 40.
She must have been a stunner in her college days – and she still looked very attractive.
I tried not to stare at her.
“Okay – you tell me...” she said, getting to the point straightaway.
I started reading from my pocket-book: “Thursday morning at 10:15 AM he left his hotel room – he deposited key at reception telling them that he was going for work and he would return in the evening – he started to drive down in his car towards Deccan Gymkhana – on the way he picked up a woman who seemed to be waiting for him – the woman sat next to him – then – they drove off away from the city into the countryside – during the drive – they seemed to be getting amorous – lovey-dovey – you know – a bit of kissing, cuddling…”
She interrupted me: “No...No... – please skip the details – you just tell me – is he or isn’t he…?”
She seemed to be in a hurry.
Or – maybe – she was not comfortable being seen sitting with me over here at Cafe Naaz – and she wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible.
“I think he is having an affair,” I said.
“You think he is having an affair?”
“How can you be so sure...?”
“Well we look for three things.”
“Well we look for three things.”
“Three things?”
“Yes – the three key ingredients required to have an affair – Time, Inclination, Opportunity…”
“Time … Inclination … Opportunity …” she repeated, looking quite perplexed.
“Well they certainly had the Time – they spent the whole day together in seclusion – and they certainly had the Opportunity – behind the privacy of closed doors in that lonely discreet motel hidden in the back of beyond – and as far as the Inclination part is concerned – well – the way they were behaving with each other – well – I have no doubt about it….”
A smile broke out on her face.
I was flabbergasted.
Now tell me, Dear Reader: “What would your reaction be if you came to know that your spouse was having an affair...?”
Would you just smile...?
Suddenly – I remembered what my detective uncle had told me – so I asked the woman: “Do you wish to increase the coverage?”
“Increase the Coverage?”
“Photographs – receipts – documentary evidence – round the clock 24/7 surveillance – full explicit details – the works...” I elaborated.
Of course – all this detailed investigation would be personally handled in a professional manner by my experienced uncle and his agency.
I was very keen that this woman ask us to do a comprehensive investigation.
My uncle would be pleased with me – and maybe he would take me along – and for me – it would be a great learning experience.
“I think you must go in for increased coverage – a full scale investigation,” I said.
“I don’t think so,” the woman said.
“No?” I said perplexed, “but you will require all this as evidence to establish that your husband is committing adultery.”
“Husband...? Who said that man is my husband...?” she said grinning like a Cheshire cat.
“You said so - to the head of the detective agency...” I said.
“No – I did not tell your boss that the man was my husband. I never said that he was my husband. I just told him that I wanted that man followed,” she said.
“But we assumed...”
“A good detective should never assume things, isn’t it…? she said.
“But then why did you want that man followed…?” I asked curious.
She looked at me – and she said: “Well that is my private matter – but since you are such a cute boy and I like you – I will tell you the story. It is like this – one day – 15 years ago – the day I completed my graduation – my parents showed me two photographs. The first photo was of the man you were following – and the second photo was of the man who is now my husband.”
I listened to her with interest.
“You rejected the man I was following – and selected the other one...?” I asked.
“Yes – I rejected the man you were following. But ever since then – during all these years of my married life – I was always tormented by the thought that I had made the wrong choice. But now – thanks to you – I know that I made the right choice from the two candidates – and I selected the right husband...” the woman said.
She took out an envelope from her purse – and she gave it to me.
“Here is your fee – and I have put in a little bonus for you for doing such an excellent job,” she said.
The woman patted my hand – then she got up – and walked away into the enveloping darkness.
I opened the envelope – and I saw that the “little bonus” was much more than the fee.
In fact – in fact – the bonus for me was more than double the fee for the entire investigation.
I wondered whether she had two envelopes in her purse – one for each eventuality.
So my first case was over.
But – the beautiful woman at Cafe Naaz taught me a lesson I will never forget.
Yes – I never forgot the cardinal lesson I learnt from this case – my first independent case.
Since then – I never assume anything or presume anything.
I never take anything for granted.
Before I start a new investigation – the first thing I do – is to carry out a background check of my client.
Maybe – that is why I am such a successful detective.
So – if you are thinking of hiring me for some detective work – maybe for doing a personal investigation – remember – that the first thing I will do – is to check you out – yes – I will thoroughly check you out.
VIKRAM KARVE
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This story is a work of fiction. Events, Places, Settings and Incidents narrated in the story are a figment of my imagination. The characters do not exist and are purely imaginary. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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This is a Revised Version of My Story written by me Vikram Karve 40 years ago in the 1970s and Earlier Posted Online in my Blog by me Vikram Karve a number of times including at urls: http://vikramwamankarve.blogspot.in/2009/09/detective-story.html and http://creative.sulekha.com/detective-fiction-my-first-case-a-short-story_82652_blog and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2011/12/rendezvous-at-cafe-naaz-my-favourite.html and http://creative.sulekha.com/time-inclination-opportunity-detective-fiction_473401_blog and http://creative.sulekha.com/the-beautiful-woman-the-handsome-detective-and-the-love-affair_486089_blog and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2012/07/monday-morning-fiction-rendezvous-at.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2011/12/rendezvous-at-cafe-naaz-my-favourite.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2013/10/spying-on-husband.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2015/10/the-woman-at-cafe-naaz-romance-story.html etc
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