Without Notice (Book 2)

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Outside the building, as Arjun walked ahead, a silver hatchback arrived at him on the roadside in which Navika was on the driver's seat. She drove away the car.

He asked, " Is he good? "

" He was lucky. The bullets didn't hit his joints otherwise he would be on a wheelchair. "

" If he didn't run, I probably wouldn't have shot him. "

" Probably? "

Arjun chuckled and shook his head.

He asked, " What did you learn this weekend? "

" Nothing special, I just watched an egg curry cooking video on YouTube. "

" Oh! Egg curry. "

" You like it? "

" I used to actually. I gave up eating eggs three years ago but I know how to cook the curry. "

" But you have to make it today. "

" Indeed. "

" I appreciate that. "

As she drove ahead, Arjun's phone rang. He looked at his phone on which he got an incoming call from his neighbour girl, Anchal. Anchal was a three month old neighbour of Arjun. She used to live in the flat right in front of Arjun. She was in her early twenties and used to live with her roommate Vidisha.

They both were fresh graduates and were living there to prepare for civil services exams.

He answered the call.

" Hello! "

" Mr. Arjun. I have just received your parcel from the courier. "

" Yeah, actually I had ordered the one. "

Anchal kept the parcel box on the table while holding the phone.

She said, " I have kept it in my room. "

" Did he ask for payment? "

" No. "

" Okay. I had already paid them online. Thank you for receiving and sorry to disturb you dear. "

" No. That's okay. "

" What's the sound from the background? "

She came to the door to close the one from where the sound was coming from outside.

She said, " The boys actually. They have started playing it again. "

" Oh god. Again. "

" They even made a scene today. They had a scuffle with Vidisha. "

" Vidisha? I had told you to keep yourself away from those boys. "

He paused for a moment.

He asked, " Is she okay? "

Anchal nodded her head.

" Yes. "

He hung up the call.

Navika asked, " Anything serious? "

" No. Nothing serious. Don't know who gave his flat on rent to the boys. "

" I got it. The boys in your neighborhood. "

Arjun hummed.

Siddhant Awasthi was sitting by the reception area of a divorce lawyer's office. He was in his early thirties and had an elegant dressing sense. He had worn a grey cotton jacket, a dark blue slim casual trousers and brown sports shoes.