The Black Coat *UNDER EDITING*

Chapter 70 Hospital

A/N: First of all Thank you so much for 54, 55, and 56k views. I hope this thing never stops for this book.

Secondly,

This is indeed the longest of the longest chapter.

At few points, it may feel like rushed, because I had no other option, otherwise I don't know how long it would have taken for me to complete and for you to read.

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'So...umm...are we just gonna stare at each other...or you are going to tell me something...or better should I just get up and walk out of this Fucking Cabin of your favorite Bhattacharya...'

Aanand spat out calmly after clearing his throat as he and Tushar sat alone in Inspector Bhattacharya's cabin for the last 10 minutes, doing nothing but just facing and staring at each other or probably even cussing in between inside their brains in the cabin after a long session of small feud outside.

The feud which had taken place due to Aanand's surprise entry into the police station, all thanks to Mrs. Indrani Tushar Dewan.

On one side Tushar opposed Aanand and Indrani's decision of letting Aanand meet Chintan and on the other side, both the Singhal siblings were intact on their decision. Tushar had snapped out at Indrani as soon as she had somehow lost her senses and had replied back to him in front of people who only know him by his name, The Brand Tushar Dewan.

And at that moment Tushar has had enough, he angrily gripped her arm before jerking her out of the police station within him, and his bloodshot eyes. And also after asking Aanand to stay back, until he comes back escorting his dear Indu.

He had angrily shoved her inside the car and had asked his one of the other junior bodyguards to get her back home safely. And that lad had no other option but to be obedient to the order given to him. Both Indrani and Tushar had rolled their eyes going in different directions, annoyed by each other's behavior.

Tushar took a deep sigh of relief when she had for once in their entire life of togetherness ha...or maybe for a few more times she had listened to him and without any protest had followed like a truly submissive wife, which she never had been.

And like always this time was also no exception she had done it but with an irritated pout. No wonder, who is the reason behind all the rebellion that runs deep in the blood of the Dewan Brats.

Shaking his head, Tushar had walked back inside and that's when eye daggers were thrown from both sides. Both Tushar and Aanand had looked at each other as if they both were ready to leap on each other ready to have a Police Station combat. Everyone around them could have sensed that stress in the atmosphere. Not to let things get out of control, Bhattacharya had requested them to sit silently in his cabin and talk, until he comes back from the official paper department.

Without even a single thought they agreed and as of now, sat silently.

'Hey...I am not sure if you realize this or not but I am not Madhuri Dixit and nor am I your wife that you are staring at me with so much love...'

Aanand spoke sarcastically, snapping his fingers in front of Tushar's eyes as he noticed Tushar lost in his own world of imagination while staring at him with his irritated face expression. Aanand shook his head before straightening himself on the wooden chair and sitting back with one leg on the other, while doing that the chair made a squeaking voice which made Tushar smirk and comment out aloud wishing 'Hope you fall ass first...'