A SMALL APARTMENT
NORTH KOLKATA
"Triiiiiing, triiiiiiing. ..." he pressed the calling bell for the nth time in an hour but there was yet no sign of anyone. 'Huh!' Sighing he took out his handkerchief from the back pocket of his jeans and swiped away the droplets of sweat from his forehead and pressed the bell again.
"You are going to loose a big fortune of money, for making me do this adi...." and he mentally counted the money he would ask for walking on the foot path on the hot burning summer afternoon, asking every second person on the road about the address they had got from Mrs. Annie Mukherjee, and now of course standing an hour pressing the damned bell, of an damned apartment of the damned neighbor of Adi's wife.
Two days ago, Aditya has suddenly called him and he has got one aft
