Here is the next instalment —
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“Excuse me, could you please tell me where L-67 is?” Varun asked a roadside vendor.
“Straight from here and then the second block on the left,” the vendor said, pointing down the road.
Reaching his destination, Varun knocked on the door. He asked for Mr Rahul Sharma when the door was opened. Varun was led into a nice spacious house and they passed a living room to enter a workroom.
Rahul Sharma, a man in his mid-thirties, was sitting behind a large desk. He greeted Varun with a warm smile. “Welcome to Dost. What can we do for you?”
Varun shook the man’s offered hand and took a seat. “I’ll get straight to the point,” Varun said nervously. Fidgeting with his wrist-watch, he continued, “There’s this friend of mine that needs Dost’s help…”
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