" Tring ! tring ! " The bell in the house rang.
Bablu ran and hugged Vikram's mothers legs.
Virat just had his lecture here, so the house is at an ice cold temperature.
Vikram's father opened the door.
" Mr. Ashok ?! " he said in surprise and shock.
They are not that well known to each other despite living in the same apartment.
At most, they greeted each other in the corridors, and during special occasions such as festivals.
On top of that, Vikram's father was an employee, and Ashok worked in political and official circles. As what, nobody knows, only that he has great connections and can get things done for certain fee.
In other words, that's a lobbyist, not that it's an official occupation.
" Hello ! Hello ! " Ashok greeted Vikram's father genially, far more affectionately than expected.
