Barrister Babu Novels & Stories

“You’re bold enough to yell at me and crazy enough to argue with me. That’s rare. And entertaining.” She crossed her arms, refusing to lose. “So you just want entertainment from your secretary?” “No,” he said flatly. “But if you’re going to babysit me—which is basically what secretaries do—I need someone who won’t faint every time I raise my voice.” She almost laughed. Babysit? Really? “Babysit you? Sir, last time I checked, taking care of you is not part of the job description.” Their eyes locked. Lukas, cold and arrogant. Shaina, brave but playful. Neither wanted to back down.

I felt the weight of the cream lace against my skin, a strange contrast to the demeaning tag that was still trending on the mobile phone of many NUAT students and staff, that algorithm would probably have shown to some in this waiting room. I watched the clerk, a woman with tired eyes,a funny Bob wig and a heavy make-up, flip through the forms. She didn't know she was holding the fate of the son of an influential man and a Hawker’s daughter in her hands. She just saw two young people in a hurry. "Witness?" she asked, her voice flat. Baba stepped forward, his presence filling the small, cramped office. He signed the book with a hand that didn't shake, his eyes meeting mine with a silent promi

“You will not get a cent from us. You will leave this city today. You will never look at my daughter, my friend, or my husband again. If you do, the man you call ‘the king’ will not send lawyers or police. He will come for you himself. And you will learn what aggression really means.” His pleasant mask slipped. Annoyance flickered across his face. “You’re making a mistake. I’m not a thug you can scare. I’m a professional. And professionals always have insurance.” “What insurance?” Louis’s voice snapped in my ear. “Ask him.” “What insurance?” I repeated.

Babuji chose to ignore him. “Wipe your tears. Stop crying now, Preetah. Too much crying is good for no one.” Babuji said. I nodded, feeling a lot better that Arjun was working on getting my father here. After wiping my tears, I sighed a sigh of relief and then smiled. Babuji returned my smile. “You okay now?” I nodded. “Yes, babuji.” “Good, can't have my daughter in law crying her eyes out 3 days into the marriage.”

“I want to catch the sonofabitch who took your daughter, but I want to get the right guy.” Mr. Barrett wrapped his arms around himself, leaning slightly forward so that his posture began to mimic that of his wife. His face became a collection of tics and twitches, as if he were about to undergo a change, a metamorphosis. When he spoke, his voice was hushed and choked. “Hank Bukhari is the right guy.” Hammett stood and walked around his desk. He hesitated but then placed a hand lightly on Mr. Barrett’s shoulder. He almost expected the man to jerk away, or even throw a punch, but instead he stood still and silent, allowing the contact.

“It is nice to see you, Mr. and Mrs. Owens. Kindly take your seat.” “Thank you, Sir.” They appreciated at once before they sat on the visitors' seat as he continued writing on an A4 size paper which was in front of him. To their amazement, they observed that the barrister was not cheerful and welcoming as he used to be, and they could not decipher his reasons. Now, Mr. Evans waited for him to speak concerning his case, but he heaved and mumbled to their hearing. “Why are some people still barbaric in this century?”

She whispered something to him as he didn't say anything or even changed his stare. While Zee came closer to me and bended towards me asking me what happened. "He's just like you but a non-understanding version of you." I said as he rolled his eyes. "He's correct at his place and also he's the one who's gonna speak." He said , making me confused cause what is he gonna speak? "And who are you? Her lawyer?" Came bhai's voice making us look at him. "Obviously not." Bhabhi said irritatedly and again pulled him down, whispering.

Jai asked. “Because Carrola asked me to take care of you. In case you want to press charges, I have the confession ready for you and we can finish it by law. You only have to come to court once, and everything will be settled.” Baji said it as if it was very easy. “I don’t even have a lawyer.” Jai said. “I can be your lawyer. I studied in law school and I am also a certified detective officiated by the Windlet Headquarters.” Baji said.

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"I'm going to ruin the man, his lawyer is going to stop representing him and I'm going to make your lawyer confesses his measly effort despite the amount of money you've given the man." "Did you find anything on my lawyer?" Bree was curious, she had a feeling that she was being duped but with no one to confirm her suspicion she couldn't do anything but keep paying the man for his so-called services. "Yeah, not good, the man is such a bastard for taking your money. I'll take care of him." What Bree didn't know was that Gage, with his business dealings, he knows people. He did purchase Babes from the most nutritious Russian Mafia in the city.