Barrister Babu Novels & Stories

Mama steps aside to grab ice from the freezer, and I see Baba for the first time. My stomach drops. Bruises litter his olive skin, and a dark line of dried blood seeps from a cut on his cheek. Mama’s already cleaned the cut on his forehead and closed it with a few spidering black stitches. He looks like he’s been in a fight with a brick wall. Or Frank Lombardi, a man with as much grace and tact as one. A deep, fiery emotion starts to build in my gut, one I’m not very familiar with. As Mama applies ice to a few of Baba’s bruises and he winces, the emotion becomes clear.

“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

“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?”

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.

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.

It was hard, but Bonnie managed to convince me. On the other row, Anthony and some few people I didn't recognize sat. His gaze was on me, but I didn't want to look at him. I was still struggling to come to terms that the devil might actually be my father. That was something that I would never be willing to accept. The judge, a stern looking middle aged man entered, and everyone rose on their feet. When the judge took his seat and everyone at down, the bailiff announced; "The court is now in session."

His name was Barrister kuti mudi. I booked an appointment. The next day, I walked into his office. His office was in a modest but professional-looking building downtown. A gold-plated nameplate on the door read Barrister kuti mudi – Criminal & Civil Litigation. I knocked once before entering. "Come in," a voice called. I stepped inside.

It was an email notification. Dear Ms. Barlow, Greetings from DesmondTech! Congratulations on being selected as the perfect candidate for the babysitting job! We are interested in offering you an exclusive contract and a monthly premium pay of $50,000. To discuss the details, you will need to go to our office personally. Please see attached address for your reference. Should you have further questions, do not hesitate to email us back.