CHAPTER 42: MISSING

● Darsh's P.O.V.●

"You don't have any meetings for today, Master Darsh." As he examined the Notepad screen, Uncle Hemant said.

"Hmm."

"Master Darsh?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you anxious about anything?" Uncle Hemant asked.

"Why do you ask?" I asked him, looking up at him in curiosity.

"You seem to zone out too much these days. I thought you might have been stressed over something." As he took the seat across from me, he continued.

"You could say that I'm a little anxious. Khushi was attacked by a street gang." I explained as I poured my glass of wine.

"What?" Uncle Hemant gasped. "How is she? How did it happen?"

"Calm down, Uncle Hemant. She's alright.

I've dispatched three bodyguards to keep her safe." I stated before sipping my wine.

"Aaah, thank God!" He sighed, and his expression relaxed gradually.

"Yet I feel that something is off with her. Perhaps, someone wants to harm her." I explained as I turned to face the glass window.

With an orange tinge in the sky, the sun was setting to the west.