The Black Coat *UNDER EDITING*

Chapter 81 Karma

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Chintan sighed noisily as he leaned against the glass railing of his penthouse terrace, looking over the lighted busy roads of Delhi, where people ran even in this odd hour. It was sometime near 12 not sure exactly but somewhere near it, the moon shined in the sky with clouds around it, turning all the surroundings grey and gloomy.

Everything around Chintan was silent, except for some occasional honking from the road. Everything was as normal as Delhi has always been yet nothing seemed like it. He had unexplained havoc in his mind. He used to be one of those who cared for nothing just ran in search of god knows what. Ignoring everything just chasing, the gold.

He used to be one of those lucky ones who could wake up every day and work. The realization dawned upon him, he ran his eyes through the streets deeply, as he took a sip out of his whiskey. He had lost everything tbh, he had a job he always felt proud of, he could go to a place where people will look up to him.

He wasn't just someone's son or a relative, rather he was an individual, people identified him by his name, his work. People feared him, respected him but now he does not know. Surrendering himself gave him a guilt-free life but probably snatched one of the most important things in his life.

Chintan gulped down the whole glass of whiskey and made a scrunchy face due to the hard taste before turning back and looking inside the empty dull lighted living room. Coming back to this house was a difficult decision for him, as he couldn't return to Dewan Mansion tonight, because of obvious reasons, he had to stay the night somewhere.

Walking inside he had a heavy heart, everything around was covered with cloth, Indrani probably came to the penthouse someday and took the responsibility of keeping the furniture nice, even without asking for it.

He smiled, at the thought of Indrani, the woman who took care of him, the first woman he had ever known in his life. He diverted his eyes from the empty living room to the sitting area outside, where he was sitting just a few moments back.

His fingers slowly combed through his hair before walking in the direction of the couch out on the terrace, he blew air out of his mouth in exhaustion while dropping down on the sofa. Leaning against the soft cushions of the backrest and armrest he plopped his head back while still holding the glass, with the hand that was resting on the armrest.

Chintan exhaled loudly with his eyes closed and shaking his leg. Wish he could explain what was going through his mind, but he just can't, it was all clouded up there. He had lost one of the most important things of his life. He had lost the pride of wearing that black coat.

This was not the first time, he had pondered about this, he had also spent days and nights, in the jail thinking until he was exhausted. And it would be a lie if he says or thinks this will be the last time. Chintan lifted his hand with the glass while still supporting the weight by his elbow. He looked at the last sip of whiskey in his glass and without any second thought he drank it before getting up and walking towards the bar counter, the first thing and the only thing that he had uncovered coming to the house, he was in no mood to anything else. His whole body ached, and as if it was not enough his head too started to pain.