Chapter 15 – The Missing Name

Treasure Hunter: The Seventh Tide of Andaman

Chapter 15 – The Missing Name

I t’s easy to find something that exists.
It’s much harder—
to prove something that doesn’t.

🌴 Neil Island

Evening settled slowly.

The island didn’t change much.

It was still quiet.
Still calm.

But we weren’t.

🏨 Back to the Room

Coco N Huts

We didn’t go out again.

No sunset walk.
No casual exploration.

Just—
back to the room.

Door closed.

Curtains half drawn.

Fan moving lazily above.

And in the middle—

The diary.

📖 The Name That Isn’t There

“E.K…” I said again.

Still didn’t feel real.

“Eta full naam hote pare na,” Subho Kaku muttered.

“Initial matro.”

“Yes,” Arindam Da nodded.

“But it’s enough to start.”

He opened his notebook.

That same leather one.

Started writing.

E.K.
Cellular Jail.
Transfer route.

I watched him.

That focus.

That precision.

I understood something—

This is what he does.

Not just travel.

He finds patterns—
where others stop looking.

💻 The Search Begins

Network weak.

Very weak.

Still—
I tried.

“Google open hocche na thik moto,” I said.

“Offline data use koro,” Arindam Da replied.

“Downloaded archives ache.”

Of course he had.

Always prepared.

🔍 Names, Records, Nothing

We started searching.

Freedom fighters list.

Cellular Jail prisoner records.

Colonial documents (whatever was available offline).

Name combinations:
E.K.
Ek…
Ekan…
Esh…

Nothing.

“Impossible,” I said.

“Eto boro system… kono record nei?”

“Exactly,” Arindam Da replied.

“That’s the problem.”

🧠 The First Real Theory

Ishani Di spoke softly—

“What if… it was removed?”

Silence.

Because that—
made sense.

Too much sense.

“Records don’t disappear randomly,” Arindam Da said.

“They are removed deliberately.”

“Why?” I asked.

He looked at me.

“For control.”

That word stayed.

❤️ The Emotional Weight

Ishani Di leaned back.

Eyes distant.

“Someone lived…”

“Fought…”

“And then…”

“Nothing.”

No name.
No record.
No memory.

She shook her head slowly.

“That’s worse than death.”

No one disagreed.

😄 Rit Tries to Balance

“Okay… so we are officially dealing with erased history now,” I said.

“Great.”

“Next ki? Hidden revolution?”

Subho Kaku smiled faintly.

“History te onek kichu lukono thake.”

“Yes,” I said.

“But usually not this well.”

🧩 The Diary Revisited

Ishani Di opened the diary again.

Carefully.

As if expecting it to react.

Page by page.

Nothing new.

Until—

She stopped.

“Wait…”

We leaned closer.

Faint line.

Almost invisible.

Different from before.

⚡ The Fragment

“…transfer… night… no record…”

Broken sentence.

Incomplete.

But powerful.

“Transfer without record?” I said.

“That’s illegal,” Subho Kaku muttered.

“Exactly,” Arindam Da replied.

🧠 The Puzzle Deepens

“So… E.K. was moved…”

“But officially… never existed?”

“Yes.”

I swallowed.

“That means…”

“Someone erased both ends,” Ishani Di said.

“Origin… and destination.”

👁️ The Fear Becomes Real

The room felt smaller suddenly.

Not physically.

Mentally.

Because this wasn’t just history anymore.

This was—
intentional erasure.

Systematic.

Planned.

❤️ A Quiet Moment

Ishani Di looked at Arindam Da.

“You’ve seen something like this before?”

He paused.

Then nodded slightly.

“Suppressed records… yes.”

“But this…”

A rare hesitation.

“…this is deeper.”

She held that.

Then quietly—

“We’re still going ahead?”

He looked at her.

Longer this time.

“Yes.”

No doubt.
No hesitation.

And somehow—
that made things both safer—
and more dangerous.

😄 Rit Observes Again

I leaned back.

Watched them.

Didn’t say anything.

Because—
this wasn’t just about clues anymore.

This was about them too.

And something—
was slowly changing.

👁️ The Outside World

Later—
I stepped out.

Needed air.

The island was silent.

Almost too silent.

No traffic.
No noise.

Just insects.
And distant waves.

I looked around.

Dark.

And then—

Movement.

Near the entrance.

Same figure.

Standing.

Watching.

Again.

I didn’t call out.

Didn’t react.

Just stood there.

Looking back.

This time—
he didn’t move away immediately.

Just stood.

Then—
slowly—
walked off into the dark.

🔚 End Hook

Back inside—
the diary lay open.

E.K.

Still incomplete.

Still missing.

But no longer unknown.

Because now—
we understood something important.

This wasn’t a forgotten story.

This was a hidden one.

And we had just touched the surface.

But the deeper we went—
the clearer one truth became.

Someone had erased him.

And someone else—

was trying to bring him back.

❄️ To Be Continued…