The scene was all set, the killer would come from behind the stage in a huff, shoot the poisoned needle and disappear. By the time the audience realised it, there would be a corpse on the stage (staged of course) and before they knew it, the show would have captured them in the plot.
The show was a runaway success. Rarely do people get everything so right. The troupe was elated and bonded many times over through the international tours for months together. They began with dating each other within the troupe and then a couple even married during one of their tours to Switzerland.
Slowly the troupe began to look more like a nomadic tribe. They developed their own unique jargons and slangs. A pecking order developed, the director was the tribe priest; everyone listened to him. The male protagonist of the play, was like the tribe chief and the female protagonist had become the troupes muse. The side actors were playing their part without any resistance, Just like it happens in a tribe.
The troupe took one day in the week off and went about completing their personal chores on that day. Usually a weekday, because they performed over the weekends.
Parag the male protagonist drove the troupe's rented car to the market place. Kamal had chosen to remain in the hotel. He parked the car on the street near a shopping complex. The ritual was always the same, Parag and the others would step out of the car and then talk to each other for a while, in clear view of the market, if people recognised them and came to take autographs, even better.
Parag's phone had been ringing as he drove, so he got down first and picked the phone. The troupe was still getting down from the car when Parag dropped dead. The cause of death was determined to be poison. No one had any idea what had happened. This was real. They stood there helpless. The police came and took over the proceedings. Every one said, this was like deja-vu.
Kamal was thoroughly investigated, but there was no evidence that she had played any part in the murder. You don't get finger prints on pins, She maintained that she had no part to play in the killing. She even had strong alibi.
The troupe disbanded after the mishap and the actors went back to their respective lives.
Since there were no evidences, the case of the killing of Parag was closed. Kamal kept mourning Parag's death for years. I wish I was beside him then this happened, I would take the blow on myself she said in press conferences.
But what business did he have cheating on me? I was his wife and he was unfaithful. I did not have to do much. I had a perfect plan. I had inserted a pin on the hatch of his cellphone flip cover. If he tried to open the hatch, his thumb would come in contact with the poison. And he did fall for it. A play can be enacted in real life....
The show was a runaway success. Rarely do people get everything so right. The troupe was elated and bonded many times over through the international tours for months together. They began with dating each other within the troupe and then a couple even married during one of their tours to Switzerland.
Slowly the troupe began to look more like a nomadic tribe. They developed their own unique jargons and slangs. A pecking order developed, the director was the tribe priest; everyone listened to him. The male protagonist of the play, was like the tribe chief and the female protagonist had become the troupes muse. The side actors were playing their part without any resistance, Just like it happens in a tribe.
The troupe took one day in the week off and went about completing their personal chores on that day. Usually a weekday, because they performed over the weekends.
Parag the male protagonist drove the troupe's rented car to the market place. Kamal had chosen to remain in the hotel. He parked the car on the street near a shopping complex. The ritual was always the same, Parag and the others would step out of the car and then talk to each other for a while, in clear view of the market, if people recognised them and came to take autographs, even better.
Parag's phone had been ringing as he drove, so he got down first and picked the phone. The troupe was still getting down from the car when Parag dropped dead. The cause of death was determined to be poison. No one had any idea what had happened. This was real. They stood there helpless. The police came and took over the proceedings. Every one said, this was like deja-vu.
Kamal was thoroughly investigated, but there was no evidence that she had played any part in the murder. You don't get finger prints on pins, She maintained that she had no part to play in the killing. She even had strong alibi.
The troupe disbanded after the mishap and the actors went back to their respective lives.
Since there were no evidences, the case of the killing of Parag was closed. Kamal kept mourning Parag's death for years. I wish I was beside him then this happened, I would take the blow on myself she said in press conferences.
But what business did he have cheating on me? I was his wife and he was unfaithful. I did not have to do much. I had a perfect plan. I had inserted a pin on the hatch of his cellphone flip cover. If he tried to open the hatch, his thumb would come in contact with the poison. And he did fall for it. A play can be enacted in real life....
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