She can't believe her eyes,it was him,the one she has trusted for so long.
She was petrified,she looked at him carefully and the way he was getting beaten up by her Savior added fuel to the fire.
"Randhir!"she said above a whisper but he didn't stop infact her voice gave him strength.
"Stop"
This time she shouted out his name aloud,pulling him away from the hoodie man and stood between them.
In that second she wanted to cry her heart out but in other second she held him by his coller looking directly in his cold-blooded eyes.
"Why did you do this,Aryan?"
She asked him sounding all defeated her close one.
He didn't speak
"He have nothing to say Sanyukta,I will explain you everything but I am afraid how you will react to this"
Randhir said his eyes were wet on completing the sentence.
He dragged Aryan by his arm and asked sanyukta to follow him and brought them both to the office conference room.
The room was quite big and silent.
A large conferencing table occupied most of its space.
He threw him on one of the chair kept on the right side of the table.
"Where is the other one?"
He asked,his teeth gritting as if he was waiting impatiently to punch his face.
"In the car."
He replied blankly showing no emotions at all.
He removed his phone from his pocket and placed it on the table forcely.
"Call him"he spoke in a low stern voice but Aryan didn't move.
"Call him"this time he screamed loud on his face.
His shaking hand picked up the phone from the table.He dialled some combination of number for which Randhir's phone didn't come up with any suggestion.
The call forwarded but yet to picked by the other side.
Randhir was impatient and Sanyukta was shocked,she was in a state of shock but neither did Randhir supported her nor she showed any weak emotions.
The hoodie man has thought her a good skill
of hiding things(sad emotions)behind a mask (happy ∣ normal) face.
The call was picked up by the other side and the hoodie man pronounced a name
"Aryan,"
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