Sagar stood behind the counter struggling to control his urge to yawn. It was just two days in this job and he was dead bored.
God! What am I going to do here?
But then he knew that he needed this job, because his meat shop owner father had refused to give him any allowances going further. His old man had coerced him into this job of a bellman at a reputed hotel where he had been supplying meat for years. This was the first time, he had used his contacts for personal favors, and Sagar did not have the guts to go against his father’s will. But the question remained, Continue Reading