It was one of the usual working day in the city of Mumbai.
A cab stopped at the entrance of a multi-storied building which read 'CID BUREAU MUMBAI'.
'Madam, bureau pahunch gaya.'
The taxi driver stated, propelling his head sideways to meet the passenger who've occupied the back seat.
A young, slim and tall lady in her thirties with dark curly hair stepped out from the cab.
She removed the dark shades which she was wearing, revealing her ebony black eyes.
One of her hands swiftly stroked her short curls, only to make it more messier than before.
Raising her brows, she scanned around and those eyes narrowed when her gaze fell on the watchman at the gate.
'Hey, you...Come here. '
She shouted and gestured the watchman to come near her.
'Ek kaam karo tum. Ghaadi se meri bags nikalo. aur..sambhalke haan? '
She ordered in a super authorative tone while watchman kept on staring her in a perplexed look.
He eyed the lady head to toe.
She was wearing a loose,white ,full sleeved shirt which was half-tucked in a black pair of jeans.
'Hello madam..Lagta hai ki aap galat jagah par aaya gya. Yeh koi apartment nahi hai.CID Bureau hai, CID bureau. Chalo jaldi niklo yaha se. '
Narrowing her eyes, she clutches the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer and says :
'Hey Mister, who are you to order me han? First you salute, then talk.
I'm Anura. Anura Mukherjee. '
She looses the grip on him and continued while chewing the gum :
'From kolkota, west Bengal. And yeah, a small change there. CID Inspector Anura Mukherjee, under training.'
'S..Sorry madam.'
He immediately salutes the lady with a horrified look.
'That's a good boy. Cab mein mera luggage hai, sambhalke bahar nikalo. aur han, take care. Bohot expensive things hai andar. Okay? '
'Ji...ji.madam'
The lady cop paid the cab driver and proceeded to walk but stopped in her track to enquire watchman about her new boss.
'Kaha hai ACP Pradyuman? Is he in?'
'Nahi madam, ACP sahab bahar.. '
She cuts him in a carefree manner :
'No probs. I don't mind. I can wait. '
And headed towards the elevator.
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Meanwhile a white innova enters to the bureau compound.
A handsome man got down from the car. His face was strong and well defined, his features molded from granite; especially that chiseled chin.
He had perfectly shaped eye brows, which sloped downwards in a serious expression.
In a formal black shirt tucked inside his deep blue jeans and an ash colored coat wearing over, he had a breathtaking look indeed.
Watchman salutes him, and he nods his head as an acknowledgement.
At the moment itself, his detective eyes captures the uneasy expression of that man and they doesn't failed to notice the luggage kept on floor near him.
'Yeh sab kya hai raghav? Kiska hai yeh luggage? '
The sharpshooter asks while stepping near him with a questioning look.
'Sir.. Madam..'
'Madam? Kaun mada.. '
A feminine shrieking voice interrupted the brave cop.
'My goodness!
Huhh..Look, what you have done to my bags!? Maine kaha tha na, ki sambaalke uthane ko? '
Her eyes were flaming with anger.
She points her finger against the watchman who stood there helplessly, staring at the floor.
Actually one of the bags fell down from his hand and it's lying on the floor then.
'And who the freak are you? '
The bold male voice made her to turn, only to meet the fiery eyes of the second in command of CID.
As soon as her gaze fell on him, she immediately recognised who is he is.
'Oh god! '
The words left her mouth unknowingly.
That beautiful pair of expressive eyes widened in surprise.
He was staring at her all the time with those eyes narrowed, rigid, cold and hard.
'I asked you, who are you to order things around here?'
His hands crossed against his broad chest, he wore a look on his face which is obviously demanding an explanation.
'Sir, I am Anura Mukherjee.. CID officer, under training. '
She utters in a humble way.
He wore an exasperated look.
'I…I'm sorry sir. '
Her expression altered from supreme anger to a pleading one within seconds.
Senior inspector chose to avoid the pleading voice and the regretting look on lady cop's face.
And he commands to raghav :
'Raghav, tumhe yeh sab karne ki koi zarurat nahi hai. Tumhara duty sirf gate pe rukna hai. Jao. '
'Ji sahab. '
Raghav nodded.
'Sir, I'm so.. '
The lady cop tried to initiate a conversation but little did she know, she hit the wrong person.
'Shut up. '
That was a bit rude, but what to do.
He has such a bad temper.
Anura sighed and gazed at her senior who walked away towards the stairs.
'huh.. I hate you..'
She cursed under her breath, turning back.
With the most innocent face she could make, the lady officer hopefully looks at raghav.
'Um.. Please, can you hel.. '
But All she received was a sarcastic smile from him before he left for the gate.
'Stupid..'
She made an annoyed face and kicked hard on her bag with rage, eyes fixed on the way her senior left.
'Ouch!!.. '
Her face wrinkles, with that sudden prick of pain.
'Dammit, kiska muh dekha tha maine aaj? Huh.. '
Murmuring to herself, she hopped towards the elevator.
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