Soon, the 5 floors were filled with people. They started searching for any clue or any response or anything.
"Holy Shit. Sir. Please come to room 2010 please." One of the officer said in the walkie-talkie. Since, the police officers, some reporters and Ashoka was standing next to two officers, who were there, taking care of Ashoka, who in any case can't run. After all, it was his hotel. His country. To where could he run to.
Soon, the people started searching more and more. And the forensic team, CID and post-mortem analyst were called, along with ambulances.
It goes without any saying, the things were going out of control.
So, he couldn't help but bring out his mobile phoen and was about to send the text ; " Deal with this mess. Soon." But before he could click on the send button, the nearby officer snatched his mobile phone.
Making him to give a death glare to the officer.
