Novel & Cerita Barrister Babu

" I want a promise from you ...that you will be a good and won't cry ever again for your moo.... And yes I taking your moo with me but you can meet her Whenever you want to meet her.... You know na (no) that I am her husband and she have to live with me ...in my house ..so she can't stay with you at your house Babu ...try to understand .. .. And I think you're an intelligent , good and smart girl who will understand everything like a big mature girl... So, stop crying and behave like a mature girl " Varun said all this to my panda with softness filled voice. And my panda nod to this and again said innocently.... " But I am scared for my moo that you will hurt her ...I can't leave her with yo

Lights brightened the stair ways down into an office, the office looked familiar to Roxanne then she remembered the man who spoke to them on the large screen at RIYA, it was the office, there was no one in the office and there was no other door. “Mission Accomplished Miss Roxanne” they looked to see a man sitting on the chair behind the table, it was the man from the video at RIYA “I remember you, you are the man behind all these” she said but he remained silent for a while “My name is Barrister” “You killed 100s of people and put me through hell to be at this point” she lamented, he got up and walked over to the other side of the table and sat partly on the table, they stared at him

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.

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.

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.

she giggled in spite of the serious conversation. Atticus cleared his throat, “the five families do meet monthly with me in attendance. I also remain on retainer to manage any potential issues which arise in our business. I am an international law lawyer with my own company and several exceptional talents who report to me. I am legally able to represent you in more than nineties countries all over the world.” “Holy shit. You need to be brilliant.”

“Barrister Brady.” Before them stood Farrington’s chief legal hound, a laptop under his arm. Elena forced her mouth shut, swallowing against the painful knot tightening her throat. Seeing Barrister Brady there sent a shiver deep through her bones.

Bill James, the head of this detachment, stormed up and through Bart Hebbs’ office door. He hated his domain being invaded, but there was no telling this human. Bill was opinionated, brash, and pushy with his rank. He was a typical bureaucrat through and through. Bart didn’t believe he’d been to a scene of a crime or on a call in decades and his waistline showed it. If that wasn’t enough, the man’s receding grey hairline gave him the air of a boiled egg.

“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.