Chapter 2

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It's Saturday morning. It's beautiful outside. The kids are playing, birds are chirping happily and the wheather is perfect for a walk.

So I closed my laptop and walk toward my room turn on the AC and jump on my bed to sleep.

I was working the whole night on my story. Sometimes I think I shouldn't have left my job. I liked my job but following the same routine and deadlines made me frustrated.

Money was never a problem. My parents left me enough money to feed myself even if I don't work for 10 more years.

Still this bad sleeping routine is not good for my health. I sleep as soon as I stopped thinking about my life.

I open my eyes when Fari told me that she was leaving for clubbing with Rahul. I said ok and went back to sleep. The next time I woke was when I felt like I have my proper sleep.

The room have no light except the light coming from outside the window it looks like it already evening .

No wonder I am hungry and tired.

I walk out of my room and look at the clock in the drawing room, it's 10:30 pm.

I SLEPT FOR MORE THEN 13 HOURS.
Slow claps for me.

I sat on the sofa and debate, if I should make something or order. I end up ordering food. I think it was about 12 I finished eating and now I am sitting on my bed again working on my story .

I have started writing the story 20 days ago but I m still on the 3rd chapter. I just can't find any inspiration. I m even reading all kind of thriller novels but I just can't write something novel-like. So I started to read a novel on my laptop for reference.

It was about 2 O clock when I got a call on my phone from an unknown number. I usually never pick calls from unknown numbers but something inside me told me to pick it up. I slide the green icon.

" Hello? " I spoke up with confidence.

" Hello. Do you know fareha sheikh and Rahul rana? " A man on the other side of the line said.

" Yes ? " I answer came out as a question.  I think people ask for name first.

" Your name? " The man asked. Telepathy!!

" Pari. " I didn't gave my full name and thankfully he didn't ask me.

" And what's your relation with them. "

" One is my roommate and he is her boyfriend." I answered.

" Pari, your friends are arrested for buying and consuming drugs illegally. " He said in his monotonous voice.

Wait what? How? Fari and drugs. Impossible. It's like u drink hot tea with spicy rice. It's the deadliest combination, not in a good way. Like you can literally die. She never like people who do drugs. How can she be the one doing it.

" Hello are you there? " The man asked and I totally forgot I was on the phone.

" Where is she ? " I asked

" Vasant Kunj police Station. "

" I'll be there. " I said and hung up the phone. I booked a cab and went towards my room to get ready. I change out of my baggy cloths into some decent ones. I grab a scarf and my backpack.

I didn't even know what you should take to a police Station. I pack some cloths for fari, a water bottle, my wallet, my phone and my charger.

I don't know why but I felt like I there is something more to this. First of all, Fari and drugs can't be placed in the same sentence.

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