The house call

Police constable Shankar Chettri thought he had seen it all until he received a late-night distress call.

With a packet of chips on his lap, constable Shankar Chettri sunk in his revolving chair. He looked at the clock, which showed 10 pm. He took a long breath and sunk deeper into the chair. The phone rang, and he shuddered in his seat. He casually picked up the receiver.