We
walked to the library together, silently. It was quite awkward for both of us as
we had never done that before; we were never in good terms with each other. Reaching
there, I said, “Let’s do some individual research. We’ll then share all the
information we collect.” She nodded, and took one computer. I took the computer
right opposite her.
The
first thing I did was put my head in my hands. I needed a moment to process all
of this. We were here to research on red diamonds; costing a fortune per carat.
And my future of having a clean legal record and getting my dream job looked
bleak at the moment. I saw the fire in Diya’s eyes. I signed up for this. I had
to research now.
I
opened Chrome, and went on Google, typed in Red Diamonds. I got a hundred
results. I first read a bit about red diamonds on Wikipedia, and went on other
sites for a better understanding. What I found made me regret my decision even
more. There was evidence that could prove Diya was right. There was a robbery
of a red diamond sometime back in the UK. The thief was caught, but the piece
of diamond never recovered. It vanished from the face of the earth. The picture
of that piece of diamond was there. I looked around to check if anyone was
nearby, took my phone out and clicked a picture of the diamond. I looked for
more news articles. All of them said the same thing. There was nothing new to
add. The date, I noticed, was about two years back. So, if the school has this
diamond, it has been hiding it for about two years.
Done
with my research, I sat next to Diya, looking at what she was reading. Her eyes
stuck on the screen, she was furiously reading an article, oblivious to the
world around her. With the curiosity she was reading, I just hoped she had
found something more than I had. I couldn’t read what she was reading. I waited
for her to finish, which didn’t happen soon.
When
she finished, she looked in front of her. I tapped her shoulder to indicate
that I am sitting right beside her. She turned towards me with so much enthusiasm,
that I was stunned for a moment. Diya doesn’t have any enthusiasm for anything
but all things girly. “Okay, so what did you find?” I asked her, hoping that
she found something that would make my brains rolling.
“It
was stolen. Two years back.” She said with much enthusiasm.
I
sighed. “I know that too, Diya. Anything you found that was out-of-ordinary? I
need something that could throw light on the robbery, and any hint of where the
diamond is located right now.”
“No.
I didn’t read anything like that. I read a lot about that robbery.”
“What
was that last article that you were reading?”
“Oh,
THAT…that was about a fashion designer’s new design…” she said with a cheeky
look.
I
looked at her with an incredulous look. “Diya, you signed me up for this, and
now you’re acting kiddish! That’s it! I am backing out!” I got up from the
chair, and walked out of the library, and the plan, hopefully, to never return
again.
I
went for the next class, and even Diya joined it a bit later. She looked at me
pleading all throughout, and I ignored her. But, this was something I couldn’t stop
thinking about. It was difficult for me to concentrate in the classes, and it
was difficult for me to sleep at night. What if the school really had it? What could
we do with it? What if this was all illegal? It was just like a story; an
adventure. I decided I’ll become a part of it again, however meek I sound in
front of Diya.
