What If They Will Be Mated?

Narendra Prasadh's room office looks modern and minimalist. The ceiling and walls are soft beige to match the guest chairs. There are not many decorations on the walls, only two fairly large abstract paintings. His desk is dark brown with a leather-covered working chair. Two smaller chairs across from him. Two big flowerpot filled with ornamental plants, the large one by the glass window showing views of downtown Mumbai's CBD area, and the other in the corner near the guest chairs.

Once they were in the room, Narendra closed the door, and motioned for Amaneesh to sit on the guest sofa. He sat in the armchair first. His thought, what for is the number one in the Mumbai police coming to him.

Amaneesh Chakraborty also tried to look relaxed, but it was undeniable that his authority can also be seen in the suit he was wearing.

"How are you, Mr. Narendra?" Amaneesh opened the conversation.

“Yes, as you can see, Mr. Amaneesh," replied Narendra as he sat cross-legged and leaned his back ag