Guilty Pleasures

19

"They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered from."

Hours had gone by and our heroine found herself sitting in the depths of a prison cell (yes you read that correctly); her hair slightly out of place and dishevelled, her form shivering at the lack of heat.

The smell was bothering her more and more as the hours passed, her eyes holding unshed tears at the corner of her silver orbs partly due to the ache in her heart and partly due to the smell.

Her mind had seemingly gone into a frenzy, she had been kidnapped by the so called police and then taken into actual custody in a matter of seconds and still she was unable to wrap her mind around what had happened. 

She had aggressive fingerprints marking her skin, a sign of her struggle, a sign of her fight against her captors and even if she was safe from that she had landed into something deeper.

She wiped at her eyes, using the ends of her pallu to dry the amounting sweat at her temple.

She had to think rationally she had berated herself. She needed to get herself out of this mess; for she knew that no hero was written in her story. If she wanted to be saved, she would have to stand up and save herself. Forcing a breath into her lungs she stood, her eyes covering the fear and pain an emerging fire spreading within them.

She stalked forward, demanding to be seen by an officer, screaming that she had been kept here unlawfully for the past few hours.

She ignored the stares of those around her, some a look of pity others a look of annoyance.

She would pave her own way out of here.

Soon, she had easily won over the officers who had forced her out and dragged her unceremoniously to the front desk belonging to the ACP, she had cursed them in Marathi, her fury epitomised through her mother tongue as they now regarded her with a sense of fear.

She slammed her fists against the desk, no longer caring if they turned and threw her back into that cell for murdering the complacent ACP in front of her.

"I have been in here for hours!" She stated.

"And you can be held here up to 24 hours."

"Are you going to try and school me in Law Sir? Because let me warn you now, this will not end well for yourself."

"Was that a threat Ms Deshmukh?"

She chuckled, crossing her arms over her chest. "No it wasn't a threat it was me being courteous and making you aware of what you're about to sink yourself into since I'm so considerate. If you wish to remain an ignorant fool I'll have no qualms in destroying your ego."

"Take her back in."

"As stated in Chapter five of the Code of Criminal Procedure in 1973, arrests are to happen with a warrant. You have not shown me any paperwork regarding this nor have you even bothered to tell me of my so called crime which is a direct disregard for Article 22 of the Indian constitution. And the up hail of this law as a serving officer is your lawful duty sir."

She paused walking around to seat herself on his table, her eyes meeting his dangerously.

"Now let's think for a moment that this arrest was lawful, and you have arrested me without a warrant because I have committed a reasonable crime as dictated by section 42 or there has been a substantial complaint against me, but you have already failed massively within that aspect by not telling me off the said crime."

She leaned forward slightly.

"And  that isn't even half of the wrongdoings you have done in this arrest. Section 41-B, tell me Sir..." she mocked rather callously.