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A brand new Fiat car was swimming though the mirages on the streets which were formed by the beating sun on the roads of Gurgaon (1995), in May's heat. The driver was concentrating on the path, while the elite gentlemen in his mid-30's; well-built with broad shoulders dressed in an eloquent manner with his shades on was looking outside from the window at the forlorn empty streets which were covered in mud and dirt sheets. A tense line on his forehead indicated that the journey they were traveling was not for a good reason. He pulled out a piece of paper from the upper pocket of his white cotton shirt- it was a letter drafted in an untidy handwriting;

Mahesh Babu,

There is something terribly wrong on the Gurgaon site, the workers have refused to work, they say they will only resume after talking to you. Our chief worker; Sukhiya had been missing from the site since one week. Nobody knows what happened to him? Sir, the way these people are working or rather not working on the site will effect the stipulated time in which we have promised the builders to construct and finish the building. It will be great if you can arrange a visit to this place and sort out all the differences. I have tried talking to them on my level but they seem unsatisfied, so your intervention in this whole matter is must. I hope you understand the seriousness of the situation and will do something about it real soon.

Regards,

Shantanu

He folded the letter and kept it back in his pocket; took deep breath and looked at his driver in the rare view mirror with a strange stare. The driver nervously tried to avoid the glance which was coming from the back seat but after few awkward minutes he couldn't resist himself from asking the cause; "What happened sir?"

He remained quite and after few stares, he asked, "You are from which state?"

The driver was surprised with this question as he was hired by Mahesh Babu himself after enquiring about all the details but without any further question answered, "I am from Uttar Pradesh; Babu Ji".

"Why you came all the way from Uttar Pradesh to Delhi?"

"In search of work; Babu Ji", the driver was little bewildered with the conversation which was going on the highway of the newly constructed Delhi-Gurgoan road.

"So when it is offered, why don't you people do it seriously?" The answer from his employer clarified all his doubts.

The driver didn't responded and accepted the remark of disgust with silence, as a part of his duty. Mahesh Chandra was a fox in the business of property dealing. He started as a small agent but worked his way up. In a span of 4 years, he became a full fledged constructor without any formal degree in Architect; he with his sharp tongue, cold heart and active contacts backed some big construction orders. The isolated district of Gurgaon was about to be reshaped, the dust and sand was soon going to be replaced by attic towers of steel and glass, the barren land was a mine of gold for contractors who were working round the clock to finish with their existing projects, so that they can get more. Mahesh understood the importance of land and bagged an influential deal to construct a five star hotel on a site which was booked by world's renowned multi-national IT firm. The deal was attractive but the promise to complete it on time was stiff; this was the reason why Mahesh had rented three mega lights, so that the work can continue in night as well but as the letter suggested; the work was on halt and Mahesh didn't liked a single bit of that news.

After a tiring journey of 2 hours; he reached the site. He stepped out of his car and saw a lean structure of bones and muscles running towards the car with a black umbrella. He was a chief architect who was given the responsibility to construct a building on the site which looked arid and dirty. "Sahib, good to see you, you should have informed as I would have necessary arrangements." He spoke with lots enthusiasm to please his master who didn't look impressed at all. It was a huge area of land which was about 3,200 acres, out of which 700 acres was acquired by Mahesh to construct a 2 story shimmering building for a multinational bank; for which he had already taken an advance of more than 50%, he expected work to be in progress, and nearing completion of the first stage; instead he found that not even a single wall of brick had been constructed thus far. All the raw materials necessary to start the project was laying down like unwanted orphans, and on the left side, at far distance he could see about 35-40 poverty stricken men standing united in their resolute, refuting to surrender to the wishes of the command which was strict and precise. He was angry at what he was seeing, he wanted to blow all those 35 workers away with a single breath of fury, but he knew he had to restrain himself so he maintained his calm and hid his disgust within himself.

"What's their problem?" He asked without looking at the architect.

"Sahib their problem is that building over there"; raising his arm and pointing towards an old structure of wearing down bricks and cements which, stood on the other side of the road.

He turned back to examine the problem; it was a very old and tired looking construction, from its appearance it was evident that no one had been living or taking care of this old entity since a long time; the building was constructed as per Indian designs of 1960's. The flying birds had dropped the seeds of various plants that were not cleaned or removed, as a result there were roots and leaves that were grown in that place, and the whole structure which was once painted white was looking faded and jarred. It was a lone building in the entire area of 80 Km, to signify the aloofness and the detachment the owner might had seeked when he went for the construction of this two-story structure.

"What is this building saying to them?" he asked, in an irritated tone of voice not able to make any guesses about the reason for which such an important work was halted.

"Sahib, they believe that this house is haunted and they hear some strange kind of voices from inside during night. So they have refused to work till the time they are assured that they will not have to work at night and also there will be no deduction in their wages because of the same reason". Mahesh listened this quietly; while still gazing at the building which was giving jots to his workers and his million dollar dreams.

"What! For this stupid and nonsense reason they have not even started yet and you are asking me what to do, throw these bastards out of the site get the bulldozer right now and remove this disfigured building from this place". "Throw them off, ask them to leave right away and hire some new workers, if you can't get them of here; I will arrange them from some other place". He was disgusted to the core as the reason for delay in work was unbearable to him.

"Sahib, that possibility is also bleak as they have a very strong union, they represent the local tribe here and they will not let anyone else work at their own expense. Sahib it would ideal if you can have a word with them in a polite way, your assurance might instill confidence in them".

"So what should I do, beg them and take orders from them and ask them what it will take for them to complete the work for which, they will be paid; to buy the food to eat".

"No Sahib; this is our need a polite dialogue would calm things down and we can save the trouble because action against them can further delay the project". His words had stillness and logic.

He didn't want to look at their faces but knew the project was far bigger than his ego, so he agreed to speak with the workers his driver arranged an old steel chair for him to sit and stood at his back holding an umbrella; while Shantanu raised his arm, pointing towards the direction where the workers in a single line were standing; quietly observing the sequence which was unfolding. Two members of the union both poverty stricken, weak on their shoulders in their mid-40's with tired eyes walked toward the direction of the Architect, after receiving the signal from him.

"Namaste Sahib", they both spoke at the same time, folding their hands and bending their head. Mahesh nodded in his head in reply and came straight to the point.

"So why are you people not working on the site"? Question was straight and was asked in a stern voice.

"Sahib this building, (one worker spoke, signaling towards the building which was to his right) is Evil, the dead rule this place. They don't let us work and haunt us in night".

That was the most ridiculous thing he had heard; he was a property dealer and for him building were either profitable or less profitable, but they were never haunted. He wanted to mock the superstitious beliefs of those laborers but remained quite.

"See this place is very old and this area is isolated, there is a possibility that at night you might have heard some voices of animals because the whole new and different kind of world comes into life in dark, so might have confused it with the sound of a spirit or a ghost". He tried to be as reasonable as possible with his explanation about which he was totally convinced. He also tried to restrain the anger in his tone of voice but his words and logic were not able to bring any change in the reactions on the faces of people who were fear stricken.

"Sahib you might be correct but this is not what the case is", the fellow worker spoke; still with hands folded and head bend.

"Few years ago a writer came to live in this house with his wife; this place was isolated and his wife went into depression, despite her endless explanations and ailing health the writer didn't listened to her and carried on with his pursuits of world. Finally one day; she decided to take matter in her own hands and hung herself. The writer realizing the fact that he was the cause of her death became maniac and he didn't buried her body and kept it with himself, before one day he suddenly disappeared. Nobody since then knows where he or the dead body went". He said all that in one motion with lots of fear and honesty. He was a local and was completely aware of what had occurred there was uneasiness in his voice and that was easily recognizable in his gestures.

"Sahib even Sukhiya saw the ghost".

"Sukhiya, where is he and what happened to him?" There was a concern in his voice as the worker was associated with him for last 15 years, he was his most trusted ally and was ably skilled in his art, and his absence was another reason why he had traveled all the way from his comfortable bungalow in South Extension to muddy and dirty Gurgaon.

"Sahib, Sukhiya didn't believed us and against our consent decided to go inside the building, Sahib we don't know what happened next; as we were standing outside away from this place but Sukhiya came running after few minutes and fainted on the ground t", "When he regained his consciousness, he didn't spoke or told anyone anything about what had happened and simply ran away".

Mahesh looked at Shantanu who was standing in front of him with a riddled look. While the driver who was standing with an umbrella and silently listening to all this kept gazing at the workers who were standing at quite a distance from the talking place. He was noticing something strange but didn't want to interrupt the talks, so remained quite and kept things to himself.

There was dead lock in the conversation, where all the five persons who were standing at that place were looking at each other with silent expressions. Shantanu broke the silence with his comment, "Sahib they want to work only for 7 hours on this site from 10 to 5 as they want to vacate these surrounding before the dark".

Mahesh heard everything and with the gesture of his eyes signaled Shantanu to ask the workers to leave and he did exactly what was communicated. After few minutes; he stood up and in a dim voice asked his architect. "Since how long you have been here, on this site?"

"I came here five days ago, a day before Sukhiya went missing".

"Have you observed anything strange here, as these idiots are suggesting?"

"No Sahib, I haven't heard or seen anything yet, though I must say there is some strange uneasiness about this place, a kind of chillness which you can't describe an alienation, the peace, no worldly worries just waiting for an appropriate time to leave yourself and feel free". He looked with surprise in the eyes of his architect who had just gave him the most bizarre explanation he had ever heard. "Are you okay?" he asked straight looking into his eyes.

"Yes Sahib, I am sorry, actually I have been interacting with them a lot for last few days and might have picked something from them". "Yes, I am fine". He said shaking his head, shedding of any kind of an influence he might have picked.

"Sahib what should we do?", "If they work for only 6 hours a day, they will never be able to manage and complete this site."

"Wait for what? I am going to get this sorted right away, I am going to get Sukhiya; his return will have a positive impact on these idiots, and by evening I will have bulldozer to remove this building". He turned back without listening to the reply of his engineer, and asked his driver to head towards Sukhiya's home.

He knew the importance of the project as lots of money was at stake, had already taken a hefty amount in advance and knew that the successful completion of this project will open a new lucrative world of opportunities. He knew he cannot surrender his golden egg laying hen into the clutches of superstitious beliefs, and his mind was racing with ideas and strategies. The driver who was holding his thoughts to himself was getting restless but didn't want to disturb the meditative silence of his master who was lost in his own absurdity, at last he gave into his urge and finally spoke; "Sahib did you noticed something strange about the workers.", he was surprised at this sudden interruption from his driver, he didn't said anything just glanced at the driver with interest, giving him a silent permission to speak. "Sahib during the entire period of our stay there, none of the worker spoke even a single word with each other; they kept standing in a single line without uttering any word."

"What's strange in that?"

"Sahib normally people discuss among themselves and especially when the matter is this serious, I saw even when those two men went back and joined their fellow members, there was not even a single word that was uttered, they didn't even ask them how the talks went and what suggestions were made". "There was standing at fair distance so they could not have heard about what was discussed or said, but they somehow I felt as if they lack the curiosity or the consequences of that talk".

"Forgot about them, they are all mindless fools, and fools always discuss foolishness".

"They don't discuss, they don't have a darn mind to discuss, and they just follow the path which is shown to them like a sheep". "More than them, we have to focus about Sukhiya; we have to get him back on site". He silenced his driver and his arguments with his irritated tone of voice but the driver was still searching for the answers in his own silence.

Sukhiya lived in narrow streets of crowded Chandani Chowk. It is the busiest and most buzzing place of the capital and had many ancient architectural building of the Modern India; all the buildings which were now possessed and used by shopkeepers and restaurant owners were once left by the people who left for Pakistan during partition and never returned back. In one such old, tired, architect of ancient past was small little chowki, where Sukhiya lived with his 9 member family it was one room flat with attached kitchen and bathroom; a place too small for humans, but sufficient for Indian working labor class.

Mahesh never liked the look of Chandani Chowk, it was too crowded and messy for an aristocrat like him but his visit had a purpose, there was no door bell so he knocked the door, with his driver standing next to him with a black umbrella. "Sukhiya"…"Sukhiyaaa", he roared out loud. No response, "Darn", he said and kicked the door hard which opened; it wasn't locked from inside, Mahesh had a quizzing look on his face as he glanced towards his driver and they stepped in to an untidy, clustered small room which Sukhiya called his home. There was silence inside the room which looked empty and panic stricken, it was clearly visible that someone had packed everything in a hurry and had left the place without even worrying about their belongingness. The clothes were scattered on the floor and the utensils in kitchen were in mess. Mahesh and his driver tried to enquire about them in their neighborhood, who looked as baffled as they both were. After an enquiry of almost two hours they both left the place with lots of unanswered questions.

A brand new Fiat car was swimming though the mirages on the streets which were formed by the beating sun on the roads of Gurgaon (1995), in May's heat. The driver was concentrating on the path, while the elite gentlemen in his mid-30's; well-built with broad shoulders dressed in an eloquent manner with his shades on was looking outside from the window at the forlorn empty streets which were covered in mud and dirt sheets. A tense line on his forehead indicated that the journey they were traveling was not for a good reason. He pulled out a piece of paper from the upper pocket of his white cotton shirt- it was a letter drafted in an untidy handwriting;

Mahesh Babu,

There is something terribly wrong on the Gurgaon site, the workers have refused to work, they say they will only resume after talking to you. Our chief worker; Sukhiya had been missing from the site since one week. Nobody knows what happened to him? Sir, the way these people are working or rather not working on the site will effect the stipulated time in which we have promised the builders to construct and finish the building. It will be great if you can arrange a visit to this place and sort out all the differences. I have tried talking to them on my level but they seem unsatisfied, so your intervention in this whole matter is must. I hope you understand the seriousness of the situation and will do something about it real soon.

Regards,

Shantanu

He folded the letter and kept it back in his pocket; took deep breath and looked at his driver in the rare view mirror with a strange stare. The driver nervously tried to avoid the glance which was coming from the back seat but after few awkward minutes he couldn't resist himself from asking the cause; "What happened sir?"

He remained quite and after few stares, he asked, "You are from which state?"

The driver was surprised with this question as he was hired by Mahesh Babu himself after enquiring about all the details but without any further question answered, "I am from Uttar Pradesh; Babu Ji".

"Why you came all the way from Uttar Pradesh to Delhi?"

"In search of work; Babu Ji", the driver was little bewildered with the conversation which was going on the highway of the newly constructed Delhi-Gurgoan road.

"So when it is offered, why don't you people do it seriously?" The answer from his employer clarified all his doubts.

The driver didn't responded and accepted the remark of disgust with silence, as a part of his duty. Mahesh Chandra was a fox in the business of property dealing. He started as a small agent but worked his way up. In a span of 4 years, he became a full fledged constructor without any formal degree in Architect; he with his sharp tongue, cold heart and active contacts backed some big construction orders. The isolated district of Gurgaon was about to be reshaped, the dust and sand was soon going to be replaced by attic towers of steel and glass, the barren land was a mine of gold for contractors who were working round the clock to finish with their existing projects, so that they can get more. Mahesh understood the importance of land and bagged an influential deal to construct a five star hotel on a site which was booked by world's renowned multi-national IT firm. The deal was attractive but the promise to complete it on time was stiff; this was the reason why Mahesh had rented three mega lights, so that the work can continue in night as well but as the letter suggested; the work was on halt and Mahesh didn't liked a single bit of that news.

After a tiring journey of 2 hours; he reached the site. He stepped out of his car and saw a lean structure of bones and muscles running towards the car with a black umbrella. He was a chief architect who was given the responsibility to construct a building on the site which looked arid and dirty. "Sahib, good to see you, you should have informed as I would have necessary arrangements." He spoke with lots enthusiasm to please his master who didn't look impressed at all. It was a huge area of land which was about 3,200 acres, out of which 700 acres was acquired by Mahesh to construct a 2 story shimmering building for a multinational bank; for which he had already taken an advance of more than 50%, he expected work to be in progress, and nearing completion of the first stage; instead he found that not even a single wall of brick had been constructed thus far. All the raw materials necessary to start the project was laying down like unwanted orphans, and on the left side, at far distance he could see about 35-40 poverty stricken men standing united in their resolute, refuting to surrender to the wishes of the command which was strict and precise. He was angry at what he was seeing, he wanted to blow all those 35 workers away with a single breath of fury, but he knew he had to restrain himself so he maintained his calm and hid his disgust within himself.

"What's their problem?" He asked without looking at the architect.

"Sahib their problem is that building over there"; raising his arm and pointing towards an old structure of wearing down bricks and cements which, stood on the other side of the road.

He turned back to examine the problem; it was a very old and tired looking construction, from its appearance it was evident that no one had been living or taking care of this old entity since a long time; the building was constructed as per Indian designs of 1960's. The flying birds had dropped the seeds of various plants that were not cleaned or removed, as a result there were roots and leaves that were grown in that place, and the whole structure which was once painted white was looking faded and jarred. It was a lone building in the entire area of 80 Km, to signify the aloofness and the detachment the owner might had seeked when he went for the construction of this two-story structure.

"What is this building saying to them?" he asked, in an irritated tone of voice not able to make any guesses about the reason for which such an important work was halted.

"Sahib, they believe that this house is haunted and they hear some strange kind of voices from inside during night. So they have refused to work till the time they are assured that they will not have to work at night and also there will be no deduction in their wages because of the same reason". Mahesh listened this quietly; while still gazing at the building which was giving jots to his workers and his million dollar dreams.

"What! For this stupid and nonsense reason they have not even started yet and you are asking me what to do, throw these bastards out of the site get the bulldozer right now and remove this disfigured building from this place". "Throw them off, ask them to leave right away and hire some new workers, if you can't get them of here; I will arrange them from some other place". He was disgusted to the core as the reason for delay in work was unbearable to him.

"Sahib, that possibility is also bleak as they have a very strong union, they represent the local tribe here and they will not let anyone else work at their own expense. Sahib it would ideal if you can have a word with them in a polite way, your assurance might instill confidence in them".

"So what should I do, beg them and take orders from them and ask them what it will take for them to complete the work for which, they will be paid; to buy the food to eat".

"No Sahib; this is our need a polite dialogue would calm things down and we can save the trouble because action against them can further delay the project". His words had stillness and logic.

He didn't want to look at their faces but knew the project was far bigger than his ego, so he agreed to speak with the workers his driver arranged an old steel chair for him to sit and stood at his back holding an umbrella; while Shantanu raised his arm, pointing towards the direction where the workers in a single line were standing; quietly observing the sequence which was unfolding. Two members of the union both poverty stricken, weak on their shoulders in their mid-40's with tired eyes walked toward the direction of the Architect, after receiving the signal from him.

"Namaste Sahib", they both spoke at the same time, folding their hands and bending their head. Mahesh nodded in his head in reply and came straight to the point.

"So why are you people not working on the site"? Question was straight and was asked in a stern voice.

"Sahib this building, (one worker spoke, signaling towards the building which was to his right) is Evil, the dead rule this place. They don't let us work and haunt us in night".

That was the most ridiculous thing he had heard; he was a property dealer and for him building were either profitable or less profitable, but they were never haunted. He wanted to mock the superstitious beliefs of those laborers but remained quite.

"See this place is very old and this area is isolated, there is a possibility that at night you might have heard some voices of animals because the whole new and different kind of world comes into life in dark, so might have confused it with the sound of a spirit or a ghost". He tried to be as reasonable as possible with his explanation about which he was totally convinced. He also tried to restrain the anger in his tone of voice but his words and logic were not able to bring any change in the reactions on the faces of people who were fear stricken.

"Sahib you might be correct but this is not what the case is", the fellow worker spoke; still with hands folded and head bend.

"Few years ago a writer came to live in this house with his wife; this place was isolated and his wife went into depression, despite her endless explanations and ailing health the writer didn't listened to her and carried on with his pursuits of world. Finally one day; she decided to take matter in her own hands and hung herself. The writer realizing the fact that he was the cause of her death became maniac and he didn't buried her body and kept it with himself, before one day he suddenly disappeared. Nobody since then knows where he or the dead body went". He said all that in one motion with lots of fear and honesty. He was a local and was completely aware of what had occurred there was uneasiness in his voice and that was easily recognizable in his gestures.

"Sahib even Sukhiya saw the ghost".

"Sukhiya, where is he and what happened to him?" There was a concern in his voice as the worker was associated with him for last 15 years, he was his most trusted ally and was ably skilled in his art, and his absence was another reason why he had traveled all the way from his comfortable bungalow in South Extension to muddy and dirty Gurgaon.

"Sahib, Sukhiya didn't believed us and against our consent decided to go inside the building, Sahib we don't know what happened next; as we were standing outside away from this place but Sukhiya came running after few minutes and fainted on the ground t", "When he regained his consciousness, he didn't spoke or told anyone anything about what had happened and simply ran away".

Mahesh looked at Shantanu who was standing in front of him with a riddled look. While the driver who was standing with an umbrella and silently listening to all this kept gazing at the workers who were standing at quite a distance from the talking place. He was noticing something strange but didn't want to interrupt the talks, so remained quite and kept things to himself.

There was dead lock in the conversation, where all the five persons who were standing at that place were looking at each other with silent expressions. Shantanu broke the silence with his comment, "Sahib they want to work only for 7 hours on this site from 10 to 5 as they want to vacate these surrounding before the dark".

Mahesh heard everything and with the gesture of his eyes signaled Shantanu to ask the workers to leave and he did exactly what was communicated. After few minutes; he stood up and in a dim voice asked his architect. "Since how long you have been here, on this site?"

"I came here five days ago, a day before Sukhiya went missing".

"Have you observed anything strange here, as these idiots are suggesting?"

"No Sahib, I haven't heard or seen anything yet, though I must say there is some strange uneasiness about this place, a kind of chillness which you can't describe an alienation, the peace, no worldly worries just waiting for an appropriate time to leave yourself and feel free". He looked with surprise in the eyes of his architect who had just gave him the most bizarre explanation he had ever heard. "Are you okay?" he asked straight looking into his eyes.

"Yes Sahib, I am sorry, actually I have been interacting with them a lot for last few days and might have picked something from them". "Yes, I am fine". He said shaking his head, shedding of any kind of an influence he might have picked.

"Sahib what should we do?", "If they work for only 6 hours a day, they will never be able to manage and complete this site."

"Wait for what? I am going to get this sorted right away, I am going to get Sukhiya; his return will have a positive impact on these idiots, and by evening I will have bulldozer to remove this building". He turned back without listening to the reply of his engineer, and asked his driver to head towards Sukhiya's home.

He knew the importance of the project as lots of money was at stake, had already taken a hefty amount in advance and knew that the successful completion of this project will open a new lucrative world of opportunities. He knew he cannot surrender his golden egg laying hen into the clutches of superstitious beliefs, and his mind was racing with ideas and strategies. The driver who was holding his thoughts to himself was getting restless but didn't want to disturb the meditative silence of his master who was lost in his own absurdity, at last he gave into his urge and finally spoke; "Sahib did you noticed something strange about the workers.", he was surprised at this sudden interruption from his driver, he didn't said anything just glanced at the driver with interest, giving him a silent permission to speak. "Sahib during the entire period of our stay there, none of the worker spoke even a single word with each other; they kept standing in a single line without uttering any word."

"What's strange in that?"

"Sahib normally people discuss among themselves and especially when the matter is this serious, I saw even when those two men went back and joined their fellow members, there was not even a single word that was uttered, they didn't even ask them how the talks went and what suggestions were made". "There was standing at fair distance so they could not have heard about what was discussed or said, but they somehow I felt as if they lack the curiosity or the consequences of that talk".

"Forgot about them, they are all mindless fools, and fools always discuss foolishness".

"They don't discuss, they don't have a darn mind to discuss, and they just follow the path which is shown to them like a sheep". "More than them, we have to focus about Sukhiya; we have to get him back on site". He silenced his driver and his arguments with his irritated tone of voice but the driver was still searching for the answers in his own silence.

Sukhiya lived in narrow streets of crowded Chandani Chowk. It is the busiest and most buzzing place of the capital and had many ancient architectural building of the Modern India; all the buildings which were now possessed and used by shopkeepers and restaurant owners were once left by the people who left for Pakistan during partition and never returned back. In one such old, tired, architect of ancient past was small little chowki, where Sukhiya lived with his 9 member family it was one room flat with attached kitchen and bathroom; a place too small for humans, but sufficient for Indian working labor class.

Mahesh never liked the look of Chandani Chowk, it was too crowded and messy for an aristocrat like him but his visit had a purpose, there was no door bell so he knocked the door, with his driver standing next to him with a black umbrella. "Sukhiya"…"Sukhiyaaa", he roared out loud. No response, "Darn", he said and kicked the door hard which opened; it wasn't locked from inside, Mahesh had a quizzing look on his face as he glanced towards his driver and they stepped in to an untidy, clustered small room which Sukhiya called his home. There was silence inside the room which looked empty and panic stricken, it was clearly visible that someone had packed everything in a hurry and had left the place without even worrying about their belongingness. The clothes were scattered on the floor and the utensils in kitchen were in mess. Mahesh and his driver tried to enquire about them in their neighborhood, who looked as baffled as they both were. After an enquiry of almost two hours they both left the place with lots of unanswered questions.





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