Abhijeet had a stern gaze on the pin-up board, carefully looking over all the information around the photos of ishita, kavin, dushyant and purvi. He took out a thread and a pin on ishita's photo, was connected to mention of Gautam Singhania, taking out another thread and pin, placing it on an empty corner. 

"yahan, mujhe gautam singhania ki saari information chahiye...jabse woh inn khanna brothers se mila hai tabse..." dictated abhijeet, as the sub-inspector was confused. 

"but sir, iska mrs.khanna se kya lena-dena?" he questioned, as abhijeet smirked, a smug glance on his face. 

"kabse duty kar rahe ho pasi sahab?" quizzed abhijeet, as he immediately uttered in response, "5 saal sir...". 

"kya haina, hum UP mein 15 saal duty pe the...do minute se zyada nahi chahiye humein ek bande ki nas-nas se waqif hone ko...aap bhi seekh jayenge, chinta mat kijiye, theek?" assured abhijeet, as pasi nodded along. 

suddenly, a constable entered, as abhijeet's attention turned to him. 

"sir, jasmine ke pichle do mahine ke saare whatsapp messages, phone records, sab extract ho gaya hai..." he informed, as abhijeet signalled to his desk. 

"chaliye phir, baithiye, dekhayi kaun-kaun tha jasmine ke khasam-khaas mein...." directed abhijeet. 

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dushyant, whose glance was fixed outside the window, and his ear glued to the receiver on the phone, but his mouth mum, simply listening. 

"toh sir, 24 saal ki hi umar mein second attempt mein UPSC clear karliya tha yeh mathur sahab ne...uss waqt bas ek constable the...Balia mein hi sabse pehle ACP lage, aur wahan ek saal ke under pura gangster network khatam kardiya wahan...kaafi transfers hoti thi, UP mein messiah ban gaye the logon ko gangsters se bachane ke liye...inke tenure mein toh inhone mantriyon ke gundhon ko bhi nahi choda...isliye ab home ministry ki special demand pe, delhi ke badhte crime rate ka bhi kuch karne ko yahan posting ki hai..." explained the caller on the other hand of the call, dushyant's face, stoic throughout, hung up after getting the information he needed. 

he opened his whatsapp, chat with a man named 'rajan', deleting the name of abhijeet mathur he had sent half an hour ago, blocking the contact that now had an empty chat window. 

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A list of numbers with every date and time and incoming/outcoming column next to them, different highlighters for a common set of numbers. 

"toh 5 numbers hain jinke saath sabse zyada baat hoti thi jasmine ki..." pointed the constable to the highlighted numbers. 

"aur kabse baat ho rahi hai iski inse?" cross-questioned abhijeet, as the constable was confused. 

"kya hua?" doubted abhijeet, as the constable was left speechless. 

"sahab, woh, apne woh toh check karne ko nahi kaha tha.." admitted the sub-inspector, in the constable's defense. 

"kyun? aap logon ka dimaag ek locker mein band karke rakha jaata hai, jiski jab-jab hum chabi ghomayenge woh tab hi chalega?" rebuked abhijeet, reclining back on his chair, as they both stood with their heads down. 

"dekhiye, hum ek police force, milke kaam karenge, sab apne-apne dimaag lagakar, toh hi ek force ki power kaam aayegi...aise dimaag band karke, chote bachon ki tarah har choti-choti cheez ke liye order ka wait karke kaam nahi chalega..hum jab tak yahan hain, tab toh bilkul nahi..." lectured abhijeet, as they both nodded. 

"shabash, toh pasiji, yeh numbers note kijiye, dekhiye kya pichle 6 mahinon mein bhi jasmine ne itni hi baat ki hai inhone..." ordered abhijeet, as pasi nodded, and abhijeet turned back to the constable. 

"haan, toh ek pen aur paper nikalo, aur batao kaunse-kaunse number ye hain, yahan likho, aur kitni baar woh repeat hote hain woh unke aage likhte jaiye, chaliye..." instructed abhijeet, as the constable immediately took out his pen and tiny notepad. 

"toh pehlo do numbers do ladkiyon ke hain, priyanka aur deepika..." informed the constable, as abhijeet chuckled. 

"yeh school mein padhti hain uske saath?" cross-examined abhijeet, as the constable nodded. 

"sahi hai, ameer log bhi heroinon pe naam rakhte hain yahan...badhiya hai..." remarked abhijeet, as the constable chuckled along. 

"arre, aage bhi badhiye, koi ranveer bhi hai?" joked abhijeet, as the constable shook his head in no.

"nahi sir, woh arjun hai, arjun singhania...gautam singhania ka beta hai..." disclosed the constable. 

"hmm, aur baaki do?" queried abhijeet, as the constable immediately looked again. 

"uhh, sir, papa aur mummy..." looked up the constable, as abhijeet nodded. 

"toh din mein kitne call ho jaate hain inke?" probed abhijeet, as the constable looked again. 

"sahab 4-5 ho hi jaate hain, par kaafi chote hote hain, mushkil se do minute..." observed the constable. 

"school timings ke beech mein?" followed up abhijeet with another question. 

"nahi sir, school ke baad, aur shaam ko bahaut zyada, 4-5, 6-7 baje..." responded the constable. 

"hmm, aur koi driver ka number hai inke phone mein?" interrogated abhijeet. 

"haan, sahab, par unse baat nahi hoti jasmine ki...haan, joh aapne mr aur mrs khanna ke phone records check karwaye the...usmein jasmine se baat karne ke baad, inko aur apne bete nihaal ko inka call bahaut gaya hai..." revealed the constable. 

"wah paswan sahab, bilkul hi dimaag band karke bhi kaam nahi karte hain aap..." complimented abhijeet, as paswan smiled, and pasi appeared.

"sir, pichle 6 mahinon mein sabse zyada phone inn numbers mein arjun singhania aur uske bhai nihaal khanna ko gaye hain." informed pasi, as abhijeet nodded. 

"aur yeh anushka, priyanka?" suspected abhijeet. 

"sir, deepika, priyanka..." corrected paswan. 

"matlab deepika, priyanka hai, koi anushka nahi hai?" questioned abhijeet back. 

"arre nahi sahab, anushka hai, par priyanka, deepika jitni nahi..." replied paswan. 

"yeh saala south delhi, south bombay zyada lag raha hai..." retorted abhijeet. 

"ek kaam karo, yeh arjun aur nihaal ko uthalo, aur dhyaan rakhna minor ladke hain...saath mein ek parent chahiye hoga...par unke papa logon ki jagah, mummy ko aane dena, thik hai?" directed abhijeet, as pasi and paswan nodded. 

"aur ek kaam karo, priyanka, deepika ke saath anushka ko bhi le aao..." added abhijeet. 

"sir, woh bhi minor ladkiyan hain, unke saath bhi papa ko aane se mana kardein?" attempted paswan to clarify his doubt, as abhijeet glared at him. 

"ab woh kya karte hain?" asked abhijeet rhetorically. 

"sir, woh bhi, businessmen hi hain..." replied pasi. 

"toh kaunsa business woh ek monday ki dopeher ghar baithe chala rahe honge?" retorted abhijeet, as paswan just signalled at him, as if saying that he had a point. 

"theek, chaliye, jaiye, sabki mummy saath mein leke aayi..." commanded abhijeet, as they both nodded and left. 

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Dushyant stepped out of his car, as kavin's just stopped in front of him, a mob of women, all atleast above 30, surrounded all around a man who had his desk set up at the construction site. kavin, who too stepped out of his car right now, only had to take one glance to know, that things were way out of control. 

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author's note: toh bhaiya humne finally mirzapur dekh liya hai apni mummy ke saath, toh UP waali bhasha badhi nayi-nayi seekhi hai, toh galtiyan maaf kardena, baaki comedy daalne ki koshish ki hai iss update ko bhi dukhad na banane ki uspe bhi apni rai bata dena...baaki chapter acha lagein toh vote aur comment zaroor kar dena.