Abhishek Sharma, is a 27 year old ICT heartthrob. Everything about him screams perfection, from his dashing looks to outstanding skills, he has everything one can ask for but like every rose has its thorns, his fairytale-like life takes a turn when...
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Khuli aankhein dekhe, Manzar nayaa sa hai. Dekho raahein pooche, Manzil meri kaha hai.
Ho pata laapata, Kisi ko kya pataa, Ki mujhe jaana hai kahaan?
(Name of the song - Chota sa fasana)
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I watched Prisha walk into her room then turned towards Jason.
Komal Di had gone to her room by the time I turned whereas Jason was sitting on the sofa crossed legs, looking at me with a smirk embedded on his face.
"What?" I asked as I plopped on the sofa parallel to his.
"Itna kya batiyaate ho tum log?" He asked, in a humorous tone.
(What do you guys talk so much about?)
I sighed and threw my head back on the headrest. "She told me about him." I muttered.
His expression changed from teasing to grim within seconds. He looked at me, waiting for me to continue. I told him everything Prisha told me, from her phone being left at the cafe to the information she gave me about Veer.
"How can her family do this to her?" He muttered, in disbelief.
"I don't know. They don't sound like good people." I said.
"I'll go get her phone first thing in the morning." He said, making me nod in response.
"What are we going to do about that guy?" I asked.
"I'll get someone to keep an eye on Prisha's apartment but I'm not really sure if he'll be coming back there or not. I hope he does, but usually, stalkers don't visit the place once their victim has ran away. That'll increase the chances of them getting caught." He said, with a sigh.
