chapter 11

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AYLA

Disha has made a tough fight  but her opponents ain't any cupcake.

"There were several persons working there ,what's about their family ." Disha screamed in her top lungs .

Her opponent Yohan awasthi .
"Does this make sense ?" He smirked with his hands resting in his pant's pocket .

I shared a glance with him.

He moved towards me and take out his hand to slide for a handshake.

"Don't want?" He still in the position of the handshake.

I made my hands in a namaskar pose.

His lips curve in a smirk.

I waved at disha to leave.
It's 3pm .

I checked for my phone to find out chauhan missed calls.
He already told me , he can't help me any further. Then why now?

With a one ring he picked up the call.

" Do you make your mind doc?" He is cheerful.

" Not much ."

" Okay." His voice has some disappointment.

" You said you can't help me what now ?"

" I am a gov personal so it's going to be a little difficult but as a civilian of my country I'll help you doc."

I looked at that man, Yohan avasthi nicely dressed in a navy blue suit , hairs nicely chopped  , a luxury watch in hand , with a dasing sunglass with the veiny hand unlocking the car.

" God he is so handsome." I unknowingly blurted the words in the call .

"Sorry?"

My conciousness right now hit me too hard .
" Um-mm... Let's talk later."
I cut the call not to make myself anymore embarassed.

Disha enquired.
"Who?"
" Some known people."

We sat on the car , as I am always in the passenger seat.

I broke the silence.
" Where we are going?"
" Bilaspur."
"Why?"
" To enquire people about the incident."
"No " I declined her proposal.

She stopped the car and looked at me.
"Is there anything more?"

" Yes there is ."
"What?"

" Hospital ,."

She is still looking at me to know what's going on in my head.

I looked at her and smirked.

" See this "
" You are showing me the route of official morgue where the bodies of officials are kept.".

I nodded.

She gasped and then open her mouth.
" It's better to be a jobless than to support the violence."

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