In the morning Badal da’s phone started ringing. He opened his eyes and found out that Swati was calling. He looked at the wall clock. It was ten past ten. He lazily picked up the phone. His head was still spinning and he did not feel like talking. "Hello, Swati madam." “Hello, how are you doing?” Swati chuckled. “I am good.” Well, I am going to give you some trouble. Will you help me find out one or two BHK apartment?” “Where, In Jamshedpur?” "Yes, of course," Swati replied. "I will try my best. Who is going to stay …...a