It was two of noon and again all were in the interrogation room. “So Mr Shyam we are listening,” Patil said, now his voice also friendly, “we are dying to know your love story.” “Okay,” Shyam said, “after Dipawali Archana shared her quarter with a college girl.” “Paying guest?” “No,” he said, “she was the daughter of her uncle’s friend.” “Detail us about her.” “Her name was Preetu. Her parents had divorced and she was with her father. She was a student at Delhi where she had some problem so her father sent to Chandigarh. All I know about her