Phone rang.
"Who is it?" Veer's mother asked.
"It's important." Veer answered and left the room.
He received the call.
"What happened?" Veer asked.
"I am in trouble. I need your help." Jeet said from the other side.
Veer got panicked.
"What has happened? Tell me!."
"I can not get admission to IIMC Shimla."
"Why?"
"Please come I need your help."
"Fine, I am coming."
Veer ordered his driver to drop him at his hostel.
"What's going on? You can not leave in the middle of the discussion." His mother said with anger.
"Discussion is over. Now I need to focus on my studies. I can not skip classes." Saying this, he went to his room, packed his bag, and headed towards the hostel.
When he reached his room he saw Jeet holding a basketball sitting on his bed.
"What was the fuss about?"
