Barrister Babu Novels & Stories

Now can you leave my office as a gentleman" He retort back. "Calm your horse, barrister Abdul. I will surely leave your office. But remember your life is as stake, choose wisely. Either your life or money!" He said coldly and walk out on him. Leaving barrister astounded.

After ten consecutive slaps, Gabriella was left dizzy. Director Artus intervened, "Mr. Damien, that should be enough." Damien, however, looked at Gabriella coldly and warned, "Don't try to deceive me." He then left without another word. Duke told Director Artus, "Mr. Damien invested in this movie to make a profit, not to witness any fighting. I hope this won't happen again." "Absolutely, we'll make sure of it!" Producer Zack assured him. Duke nodded and left. Ciara glanced at Jane, who was engrossed in reading the script, seemingly indifferent to everything else. She felt relieved, realizing she had been overthinking.

Kabir said with smile and mukti clutched her hairs in frustration listening him. " Really kabir, you're an army officer i am an IPS Officer still we are going to sustain, our father is a hitler. After serving so many years we are going to serve those stupid students who would do nothing but piss us off. " Manik yelled and kabir smile and point towards mukti.

That's why devika doesn't want to take Abhinav into court. Devika is wriggling in Abhinav's embrace. Abhinav left her but he is determined that he will always be there with Devika. The Next Day At Court Bhabani Gupta is standing in the witness box in front of the judge. She is lowering her head and looking too much sick. She is devastated because her children hate her now and she has no reason left to live for.

“Mama, just because the teacher called you, that already means I’m the bad one? What if it turns out I did something good? Wouldn’t you be embarrassed then?” I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. “And who taught you to talk like that, huh, Jarvis? Didn’t I tell you—” “I said po and opo,” he cut me off, chuckling softly. “Maybe I just forgot… po.” I sighed deeply and shook my head. “I’m telling you, Jarvis. You’re only in first grade, but you keep getting into fights. Your teacher keeps calling me to school! Do you want them to think I’m a bad mother who doesn’t teach her son good manners?”

Baka isipin nitong ang boring niya at malayo ang kanilang life style. Kagaya nang unang nakita niya ito sa bar, light lang ang make up nito. Simpleng pulbo at liptint lang pero litaw na litaw pa rin ganda. Mahinhin na mahinhin sa suot na bestida, kabaligtaran sa may pagka-wild na pagkatao nito sa bar. "So apo ka ni Lola Carmen? How come?" Parang ayaw niyang maniwala na ito ang apo ng matandang babae. Malayong-malayo sa katangian ng conservative nitong lola si Gieselle. At dahil doon ay mas lalo lang napukaw ang kanyang interes.

He doesn’t understand the importance f a mother-child bond, how could he possibly given how cold he is even to his own illegitimate son? It’s that last thought that causes me to freeze and stop talking. Did I just have sympathy for Robert? “I was able to get one lawyer to at least start the case. He’s a friend of a friend, I don’t know him personally.” Roman says and I can tell by his displeasing introduction that whoever he sends isn’t going to be the best of the best, of at least Hurricane Pack worthy. “What’s his name?” Cathy asks. “Calvin Claws.” Roman says leaving no opinion in his voice. Cathy gives a bleak laugh.

Miral gasped, looking at him passionately. At Night, Ranveer was back from a hectic day of work when Seerat brought her a glass of water. "How was work?" She questioned, sitting beside him. "Hectic," he answered, drinking the entire glass of water. "Any information about Baba's case?" She questioned. "Yeah! The reports were correct. He has been proven guilty. The police are just waiting for him to get better so that he can be brought in front of the court. We can't do anything about that," Ranveer honestly answered.

This was only the second time in six months that she had visited “The Sanctuary”. True to its name this building housed one of the most capable, experienced, honest and dependable persons in the world. Senior Advocate Prativadi Bhayankar Chakravarthy or PBC as he was known was one of the fiercest advocates of truth and justice. He stood by the real victims getting them justice. He was also a close friend of Sahithi’s grandfather Mr. Jagannatham which was why she had come to here. As their family lawyer, he held answers to many questions.

The sergeant flipped through the paperwork, tracing a line down a court document with his finger. “Eddie Barrett’s got the brief,” he said, grunting with mild disgust. “He’ll have this knocked down to ABH quicker than you can say ring-a-ding-ding.” I frowned. How had Bobby managed to secure someone like Eddie Barrett? He was the most recognisable defence solicitor in the country—part legal strategist, part media performer, with a talent for distilling complex cases into perfect soundbites. “How much was the bail?” “Five grand.” Given Bobby’s circumstances, it seemed an impossible amount.