Fated With Him

13. Late Nights

Amaan's POV : 

I was typing furiously, word by word, and finally was finished, as I flexed my fingers, and tried taking the sip of my coffee, but the cup was empty. I shook my head as I realized I finished it like fifteen minutes before. Checking my watch, my eyes went wide, when I came across the fact that, I was literally working continuously for more than 5 hours, before I had taken a break. It was almost 11:30 pm.  But the presentation for this week was finally done, and even though I was tired a big smile tugged my lips upward. 

 I want this Mumbai project in any possible way. And I can have it only if I can prove myself not only to dad, but to all the other employees as well. 

Dad said he knows I am deserving , but the whole staff should know it too. 

Fair enough, I thought. 

After saving the document, and sending one of it's copy on my phone just for security reasons, I shut my laptop down, and then packed my bag, ready to go home. It was eerily silent, since the closing time was 7:30 pm, but I stayed back to complete the presentation. As I was walking out, I saw that the lights in my father's office was on. 

Strange... He had left two hours back, and as much as I remember he always switch them off. 

I walked towards his office, and checked the door. It wasn't locked. 

Dad couldn't be that irresponsible. 

I walked inside looking around, and checked if everything was at its place. 

I am not dumb enough, to let it past, if someone has broken in to steal precious documents. 

Keeping my bag down, I casually looked around, opened dad's drawers and checked if everything was at it's place. Opening his drawer, I checked the documents in his drawer, and closed it back. Everything was at it's place. 

My head snapped up at an unfamiliar voice of a strange gadget. Like something was beeping, but there was nothing. 

There was nothing and no one. Maybe I was just being paranoid. 

I need to stop watching too much of crime patrol I swear. 

Switching the lights off, and then locking the door with my spare set of key, I walked out of the office. 

I kept my bag in the car, and started driving off. 

As I passed through the main gates, our watchman was, standing alert, and as he saw me, instead of his usual tired statute, he opened the doors, in an alarming state. 

"Good night chote sahab" he greeted me and wiped the sweat off his forehead. 

I let my window down stopping the car, and nodded before asking "Everything okay Shyam ?" 

"Yes Yes Sahab. All good"

I nodded again with a confused frown and drove off, but my insides compelled me to, look back in the rearview mirror, and I saw him picking up his phone, and calling someone instantly, after I drove away. 

Now, I was sure I wasn't being paranoid. Something was definitely wrong. But could there be a connection between him and the lights that weren't switched off, and the unlocked doors of dad's office ?

Again, I need to stop watching too much of crime patrol. 

But I still need to talk to dad about it. 

My thoughts were full of paranoia when suddenly my phone rang. I checked who it was, and for a second thought about just not picking up. 

Mom.