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Continuing from the last part,
It’s past midnight. There has been misty rain all night.
Karan came out from the bathroom in his black pyjamas. His hair, still damp, was combed behind his ears. He took a look at the bed. Monami was sleeping with her head buried in the pillow. Her long hair scattered on the white bed sheets.
He looked at her for a while. Then he walked over to the window. Drops of water formed and dripped down on the window as the soft rain hit the glass. He gave Faizi a call.
Faizi did not sound pleased: “Tumhe pta bhi hain tum kis time call kar rahe ho? E bah 9 baje mujhe ek operation karna hain. I need to have a good sleep!”
Karan looked at the clock on the wall, and answered accurately: “1:20am.” He said without any guilt or shame in his voice.
But Faizi knew he was calling for a reason at this hour, so he asked: “…. Kya pareshan kar raha hain tumhe?”
“We’ve lost him.” Karan said in a low voice, “He vows to commit more serious crimes. He might be targeting people who are close to me.
Please be careful.”
Faizi was quiet for a while, then he said: “Ok. I will. Humari tension mar lo. Yeh btao.. tum aur Monami kaise ho?”
Karan answered: “I am fine. Par Monami…. one of her good friends may have become the Flower Cannibal’s victim.”
Faizi gave a small sigh: “Please send my regards.”
“Will do.”
Faizi said to him: “I know tum abhi case me uljhe hue ho but as a boyfriend, tumhe dhyan rakhna hoga ki tum Monami ke sath bhi waqt bitai and usse.. you need ti comfort her.”
His words were what Karan has in mind. He frowned.
Faizi waited for a response. But when he didn't get one for more than a minute, he asked: “What is it?”
Karan asked faintly: “Main kya Karu to comfort her?
He saw her grieving for her best friend. But this genius/natural born lover was running out of ideas.
Faizi smiled. He thought for a while, then said: “Simple. Jab bhi woh down feel kare tum... sing to her. I guarantee she will laugh.”
Karan showed disbelief on his face: “No way?!” Then he hung up.
Monami pushed herself to sit up on the bed. She was awake. Her eyes were still swollen from all the crying she did yesterday, her face looked pale under the light.
“Karan.” She called him softly.
Karan walked over and sat down beside her.
He was as handsome as ever. His black eyes looking gently at her. He was concerned about her.
“Are you feeling better now?” He asked with a warm voice.
Monami nodded: ‘Yes, better.”
“Then give me a kiss.”
Monami’s voice was still a little coarse: “Tum bachhe ho kya?”
Karan looked at her: “Yesterday, you left at least one litre of tears on my shirt - who’s the kid?”
She remembered Sid. The crime scene. Sid’s empty house, his police uniform hanging in his room….
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Moran - Dare to Love
General FictionA story tells about Monami Mahajan, a soon-to-be graduate, freelanced by Karan Shergill, a young psychologist. But who would have known a short time would turn into 'life-long agreement'... But is every love story is simple... especially, when the...
