Harshad chopda already reached Goa in morning to see the preparation for the shoot which was scheduled to start from next day. He was staying in a luxurious resort. Harshad asked karishma to reach goa in the evening and he sent his mercedes to pick her up from airport. The car dropped karishma at the gates just after sunset. The resort was a sprawling, whitewashed monstrosity of luxury, perched on a cliff overlooking the Arabian Sea. The air was thick with salt and frangipani, a stark, beautiful contrast to the filth she carried inside. A uniformed guard at the gate didn’t check her name on a list. He simply nodded, his eyes sliding over her with a knowing, dismissive glance, and pressed a button. The ornate iron gates swung open silently.

They all know.