Under my persistent assurances, Aiditi’s slowly began to trust me. This first thing I did was to purchase a cell phone and new SIM card. This was the mode of communication between Chandrakant and me.
I was in the middle of a meeting, when Chandrakant called me on my cell phone and explained that I had to plan something to ensure we had an alibi during the “deed”. This set me thinking. He was right, can’t be at the scene of the “deed”.
I browsed the Internet and found the answer in the form of ultrasonic whistle. This whistle operated between frequencies of 16000 Hz to 22000 Hz. Frequencies below 20000 Hz were audible to the human ear and, hence, could escape human detection.
I suggested this to Chandrakant who agreed that this was a great idea. The venue for the dog training was the wooded area behind the company’s defunct cloth mill. Chandrakant identified a suitable four-month-old Pit Bull Terrier pup for the task.
We named it Caesar and we had chosen the venue of the deed to one of the guesthouses owned by Sharma’s Club in the outskirts of Mumbai. I knew that Minal too would ask questions when the deed was complete.
Hence, I began to tell her how Aditi had recommended me to Mr Sharma for a job. And that I was only being nice to her for her help. As a safe measure, I lied that Aditi had emotional problems after a split-up with her boy friend a year ago and, hence, had turned to me for counsel.
In the ensuring months, Chandrakant kept me posted about the status of his training. He even reported how Caesar was fattening up nicely. He was even feeding him with raw chicken to fatten him up and to help him “taste” raw blood.
Our plan was going smooth, but, then, we hit a snag - how do we muffle the sound of a screaming woman in a residential area? It struck me that there had to be noise to muffle the sound. Nothing could be better than using crackers to solve the problem. Accordingly, Chandrakant began to burst crackers to get Caesar accustomed to the loud bang of crackers.
During one such visit to the “training grounds”, he demonstrated Caesar’s aggression by placing a life-sized doll and a handkerchief around it. He then blew the ultrasonic whistle.
Caesar, now almost 30 kg and nearly 6-months-old, pounced on the doll and vigorously ripped apart the neck of the rubber doll. The doll lay decapitated. Another whistle and Caesar sat down calmly with no apparent signs of aggression.
Though impressed with this demonstration, it sent a shudder up my spine – especially after seeing the deep marks at the neck of the doll. Was this how Aditi would look like after the “deed”? I wondered.
Months had ticked by as I had played the honest lover/friend to both women, hoping the impending months would solve my problems. As part of my plan, I often took Caesar for walks to familiarize with people. Once during my walk, I met Aditi who took an instant liking to the canine. She was terrified of dogs, but I assured that Caesar was harmless.
However, constantly I reminded myself that the deed had to be done in November, during Diwali. My plan was to keep Caesar at the guesthouse and wait until Chandrakant blew the whistle for the dog to finish his work. I would be with some guests bursting crackers while Aditi would be meeting her fate.
I knew that cases related to accidental amounted to a paltry fine. There was no dearth of lawyers, and, hence, I would be in the clear soon.
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