On an Evening in Roma

Mission Telephone 📞

Anirudh drank another glass of water.

Hoping... praying that his oh so irritating problem will now go away.

He waited...1...2...

Hic!

Nope! It's still here.

His hick ups has started three days ago...and it has been coming and going since then like an uninvited and unwelcomed guest.

It was also present like a thorn in his side yesterday during his meeting with his French clients.

By now he was so annoyed with everything that he felt like strangling someone.

Who? He didn't know that yet.

Loudon street, was one of the best elite localities of Calcutta...and right now Anirudh was staying in the second floor of one of it's luxurious houses.

He had bought this flat for Somnath when he was staying in Calcutta for his medical studies.
But now it stays locked until Anirudh visits the city for case or business related work.

The drawing room was decorated with fancy sofa sets...in the middle there on a vase some blood red roses were kept on top of a round white marbel  table.

Which looked quite irritating to him cause he had strictly told Bihari to bring Lotuses. But because of Durga puja there was no Lotuses left on the market.

It appears everything and everyone was conspiring against him for the last few days. It's like the mother nature itself doesn't want him to be in a good mood.

HIC!!

Scoffing he looked at the grandfather clock placed at the corner of the spacious sitting room.

It read 9:40 am...so it's 6:10am in Rome.

Batuk should be up by now.

He has been trying to contact Batuk and Durga for the last few days but he couldn't reach either of them. When he calls Durga's office they tells him that she is on leave and Batuk simply doesn't pick up his phone.

This has never happened before.

Fear and anxiety was trying to overwhelm him...but he was the Barrister Babu for nothing...he knew how to fight those emotions.

But still the unsettling feeling in his stomach remained...and it's not only because of the anxiety. Since they started talking over the phone he and Durga has never gone this long without talking.

It was true that it's Durga who calls him first to disload her daily life on him ...but he has realized it in the last few days that in the process of sharing about her day she also made him talk about his own...

In the last seven years he had gotten used to keeping everything to himself...but then Durga came alone...and now ...now he felt suffocated because he had too much to share and she isn't calling him.

Why the hell wasn't she calling him?

He had decided that if she or Batuk didn't pick up the phone today he will call Barrister Raggi.

With that thought he picked up the phone and gave the operator Batuk's number and waited for the phone to ring.

The phone rang only a minute later but to him it felt like an hour.

"Hello?"

"Batuk!!" He sighed in relief and thanked Dugga Ma internally, "Kaha tha tu itne din, phone kyu nahi utha raha tha. Tu thik toh he na?"

"Woh... Big D me tho thik hu magar..."

"Magar kya?"

He didn't answer instead he heard light sniffing sound from the other side and that sound itself made his stomach drop. His brother was a cry baby but since he had met Durga this is the first time he hasn't heard him cry.