The Call from the Minister

It was already evening and Sushant couldn't believe the girl was the Home Minister's daughter!!!

What a shitty luck.

He had googled Tara Chowdhury in the afternoon and all he found was lists of social activities and ample praise for this budding next generation political persona. Nobody was sure if she wanted to pursue her father's steps but one thing was clear, she was not a social butterfly. Then how did she end up in his bed?

Nishant was busy checking CC TV footages but due to Sushant's strictness on privacy, the first floor was devoid of coverage. All they gathered was Tara Chowdhury was indeed sick and probably her drink was adulterated. But since the party's theme was Halloween and everyone was bizarrely dressed, it was impossible to decipher the identity of the woman who escorted her to the stairs leading to the 1st Floor.

The morning didn't progress in the way the Saxena brothers expected. Even before Nishant could convince the Officer in Charge of the local Police Station to drive off the paparazzi, in came the Minister's convoy with his own Z category men and a jeep full of uniformed escorts.

Everything was too fast for the brothers to process and the girl was gone even before they could blink properly.

And then came the dreaded call for Sushant.

SHYAM KUMAR CHOWDHURY HERE. YOUNG MAN, SHOW UP AT MY RESIDENCY AT 7. IF YOU ARE EVEN REMOTELY RESPONSIBLE FOR DEFAMING MY DAUGHTER, PARTY TICKET WONT BE THE ONLY THING YOU WILL LOSE.

Since then Nishant has been working franatically to get some proof of his innocence. But things were simply against Sushant.

Nishant was constantly grumbling and cursing Sushant. "Asshole, couldn't you treat her a bit respectfully? You were simply a jerk Bhai. Had you seen her face when you threatened to strangle her? What if she was calling her father right then?

We are soooooo dead man, we are soooooooo dead. "

As the clock touched six, Sushant started dressing up. Bitterly he looked towards his cell phone which had been used to post that scandalous picture from his own Instagram Account under the hashtag MY BROTHER'S BEST PHOTOGRAPHY.

His mind was racing.... He woke up dressed but in the picture he was shirtless. How could he sleep through the mess? Unless .... unless.... and then it strike.

Tara was not the only victim of the adulterated drink. He himself didn't remember a single thing post 10 PM.

Hastily he called his friend's pathological clinic and requested a sampling.

May be he could save his career ... may be...