A New Journey

Duo in Trouble

A New Journey

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''Damn with your Bike and damn with your plan,'' Tasha hit the ground hard with all her force.

''Tasha..'' Tarika tried to say something.

''Don't you dare to Tasha me,'' Tasha snapped, pointing the index finger at her best friend.

''I really didn't know it would betray me. I am no less frustrated than you are.''

''Just stop it yaar,'' Tasha said and sat on the road beside Tarika's bike.

''You can't put all the blame on me okay.'' Tarika finally protested.

''Oh really?'' Tasha said from her position.

''Of course. I asked you if we can take the bike and you said okay. In fact, you were more excited than me,'' said Tarika and then mimicked Tasha, ''Oh wow! Night ride! That's too on Mumbai's road.''

''Yes. I was,'' Tasha stood up and continued, '' but your traitor bike..''

''Don't call my bike traitor,'' Tarika warned the sub inspector of CID.

''I will. I will call it traitor a thousand times,'' Tasha kicked Tarika's bike.

''Tasha!'' The forensic expert pulled her friend aside, away from her bike.

''And why the hell is this place so deserted? It's only 11.30 pm.'' Tasha grew more impatient.

''Because it was your idea to take a short cut,'' said Tarika, reminding Tasha, ''you and your Google map.''

''Google map is not mine,'' snapped Tasha.

''Why are we arguing?''

''Yeah, why are we arguing? We should instead search a way out of here.''

''Let's call a mechanic first then a cab.'' Tarika suggested.

''We don't have anyone's number.''

''Oh God Tasha, we are living in 24th century.''

''Oh yeah.. sorry,'' Tasha tried to search numbers and apps related to transport online.

''Done?''

''Tch, the network is too poor.''

''Damn it,'' Tarika fished out her mobile and tried. But same result.

''Any progress?'' Tasha asked.

Tarika shook her head.

''What to do now?'' Tasha leaned against the bike and tried to think.

''We shouldn't have brought the bike.'' Tarika regretted.

''Now stop regretting and think something.''

''Idea!'' Tarika exclaimed.

''What?'' Tasha asked, excited.

''Why don't you call someone from the team?''

''What?'' Tasha found the idea totally stupid.

''Yeah.''

''You do it,'' Tasha challenged her.

''I don't have anyone's number,'' Tarika explained, ''except Salunke sir's''

''Call him then.''

''Tasha! Are you serious? Calling my boss at this hour for a ride seems a bit ridiculous.''

''Same goes with me too,'' Tasha said as if it was unbelievable what Tarika was trying to say.

''You must have some same rank officer's number in your phone.''