“Found him where?”Where the fuck?
“Somewhere in Old Town.”
What was happening?!
“Call her!”
Samar hit Call on Iram’s number and saw the car screen projecting the calling card. Then he pressed the Airplane mode on the side of the phone, and the call got cut. Samar quickly took the mobile off Airplane.
“Try again,” Atharva ordered, busy driving like a maniac. Early morning meant all the roads were clear. And he broke every signal and every speed limit.
“Yes.”
Samar took the silence to grab his own mobile and hit up Faris.
SAMAR
Adil escaped?
FARIS
We are after him
SAMAR
Where?
No response. Samar turned to Atharva — “ Where are we going?”
“Old Town.”
“Where in Old Town?”
“Let me drive.”
Atharva’s mobile shrilled with Iram’s incoming call. Samar gaped at the name but Atharva had hit Accept.
“Atharva!”
“Where are you? We’ve reached Old Town...”
“We are further down that road towards service pass. There is a dargah nearby, I don’t know…”
“I know. Are you inside it? Is Adil with you?”
“No! No! Don’t go there. The men following Adil are there right now. We are in a public toilet near it.”
“A what?”
“A ladies toilet. You will see it. Now come fast. Adil is losing consciousness. He doesn’t want to go to the hospital without you. He vomited blood… he is going to faint, his face is swollen. Can’t even drink water…”
Fuck.
“Iram!” Samar intervened. “Don’t make him drink any water. It will only pump more fluid into his swelling. Just keep talking to him until we come. Don’t let him pass out.”
“Ok.”
“We are coming, Iram,” Atharva steered the car like a rash asshole. “3 minutes.”
