Circuit House, South Kolkata-------

Circuit House, South Kolkata

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'No No No...I didn't get it...you mean Mrs. Hamida Banu transferred money to Jodha's account!!! How come...she knows Jodha...?' Abdul was hell shocked at the latest disclosure.

'Yes Sir...on many occasions she transferred money to her account. In fact Mrs. Hamida Banu made some investments on Salim's name as well. And they are of pretty handsome amount.' continued the guy, in charge of gathering information on Jodha.

'Now who the hell Salim is? Things were just going above Abdul's head.

Sir Salim is Jodha's son. I told you other day na? Uttered the guy.

'But you told Jodha's son's name is Rico...' Abdul was growing more impatient with every passing second.

Rico is his nickname Sir. His actual name is Salim Singh Rajput. I got this from his school records'. Uttered the guy in black shirt confidently.



'What Salim!!! Jodha has a son named Salim!!!...interesting...very interesting', a smirk appeared on Abdul's face as he uttered those final expressive words. He was curious about the boy since he heard about him. His age...seemed pretty much interesting to him, keeping in mind the exact time when Jodha came in Jalal's life. Abdul wanted to believe what his heart was rapping to him...but his mind was yet to be convinced. Hence he decided to plunge deeper.



'Rashid, do one thing...go to Salim's school. His bag, Tiffin box, water bottle...everything is still there...last day Jalal dropped him home and the boy couldn't come back to school to collect them. You just go and get those stuff and take them to LAB...retrieve his DNA samples from those stuff. That won't be much difficult I guess. Then I will send you a different sample...you just need to confirm whether they match or not. Am I clear?' Finishing the order, Abdul awaits for a confirmation.

'Sir dusra sample kiska hoga?' the guy couldn't hold back his curiosity this time. But Abdul surely didn't like it.

'Jitna kaha jaye utna karo. Put your head...not your nose. Is that clear? Or do I need to elaborate?' Abdul almost gritted his teeth. His reaction was enough for the guy to end it there. He decided not to venture further. 'Yes Sir it's clear'.

'Good for you...and the work must be done by tonight itself. Now go'. Abdul waved the guy to leave and started walking towards his room.



Abdul knew he won't get the report before midnight. World functions at its own speed not anybody else's. But that's surely gonna be the worst waiting in Abdul's life. He didn't know what will be in the report...he didn't know whether those samples will match or not. But somewhere deep inside him...something was telling him to brace himself for the great news...for the great moment. Just then for a second Jalal's face flashed before his eyes...a broad smile appeared on Abdul's face.



Precap: Jalaluddin Mohammad's son.