CHAPTER-50 COURT   Naomi’s POV Eight years later, I, in a light blue sari, with my loose hair left freely on both sides in the front, was busy driving to the court. The milky white barrister’s bands almost choked my neck but I loved the attorney’s attire. My black coat lay alone on the slang. “Madam, please help! Please!”, requested a teenage guy, joining his hands and sobbing at me, as I witnessed through the glass window. I stopped my car within seconds. I peeped out and pitied the pregnant woman whom he accompanied. “My didi is suffering from severe