Four hours after he slept, Vikram's phone rang.
He woke up with a start, scrambling to look at his phone.
It was not his phone.
It's Vinod's.
" Brother ! you are awake. We are out of meat. You said to wake you up if we are out of meat. " Vinod informed him.
" We sold this entire refrigerator full of meat ? " … Vikram asked in surprise.
This is not America, people don't eat hamburgers here. He put in nearly three hundred kilograms of meat. They are out of it ?
" What time is it ? " he asked Vinod.
" It's Two in the noon. " Vinod answered lightly, looking at Vikram cautiously.
" How much meat do you need ? " Vikram asked, getting up.
" As much as you could get. There is a haleem restaurant which wants to have as much meat as possible ! " Vinod answered, looking skittish.
" This .. is not Ramdan season ??! " Vikram wondered groggily.
