Abhay was inside his study alone . It was late at night . He was in deep thoughts . Victor's words were ringing in his head . That call , then kidnapping and those unwanted media people . All are inter connected .

His thought broke when Vishal entered inside .

' Chote papa ? You are here at this time . '

' Oo you old man . I didn't get sleep tonight . Can you make a coffee for me ? '

Abhay smiled and made two cups of coffee . He gave him the cup and started talking ...