XEROX (completed)

16 Coincidently...

Part 16 Coincidently...

Aman was rolling a roti and Arnav was roasting them. Khushi was watching them smilingly, sitting on the kitchen stage. They dined her help.

"It feels good to see two criminology-based officers making rottis" She teased them.

"Hunger is common for all, madam. To fill our stomachs, we all need food... right?" Arnav said, rotating the rotti skilfully that was on the stove.

"I feel so relaxed now," Khushi said.

"Why?" Both of them asked in the same tone and looked at her.

"Didn't you say Arnav might have a family in Scotland? If he had a family, he would not learn cooking, I guess..."

"Don't conclude Khushi... family men are so skillful than the bachelors" Aman said.

Arnav hit him with the spatula laughingly.

They ate dinner together chitchatting. That was when Aman got a call. He rolled his eyes as the call was from his station.

"Yeah, tell me"

"Sir, a call came from the commissioner's office. It seems the commissioner is going to visit our station"

"Mmmm... ok, I'm coming" Aman disconnected the call.

"What happened?"

"Commissioner's visit"

"Now?"

"Yes..." Aman was about to get up, leaving the food, but Arnav clutched his hand and made him sit.

"Complete eating"

"No, ASR"

"We are working to get food only. The commissioner will not cut your head off if you go late. Complete it"

Aman ate fast and went to the police station.

Khushi cleaned the table with Arnav.

"We will go to Ashram early in the morning," Arnav said.

"Mmm"

"Go home and sleep."

Khushi looked at the watch.

"It's just 7:30... I will reach home in half an hour..."

"Mmm"

"Do you want me to leave?"

"Yeah, my wife will call me from Scotland," he said seriously.

Khushi took a remote and threw it at him. Arnav caught it and laughed. Khushi went to his room and opened his suitcase. Arnav who followed her frowned.

"What do you want?"

"Where is your passport?"

"My passport?" he removed a cover from his bag.

Khushi snatched it from him. She saw his passport on the cover. She kept it in her bag.

"What are you doing?"

"You should leave India only with me"

"Ok... but why do you need my passport?"

"You should not go leaving me"

"Oh..."

He took another cover from the bag and gave it to her.

"What's this?"

"My green card"

Khushi lifted her brows and gave it a look.

"Keep it... I can do nothing without it in Scotland..." he smiled.