“this way” he said as we walked towards a car. “After you” he said courteously, opening the car door.
“One question, Mr. Jadav.”
“Yes, my dear?”
“You did kill them, didn’t you?”
He stared at me affably, even smiling a little. “Yes, I did, and I did see you there. But we have all the time in your life to talk about the reasons now, don’t we?”
I didn’t know what to say. My brain was too clogged, I was either too scared or too angry to react, and the ride just seemed to stretch on for freaking forever.
“You’re awfully quiet for a person who had so much to speak back in the court.” He observed.
I looked at him. “I am sorry, this whole ‘understanding’ process takes a while.”
“Ah, I see. I thought you would already start firing me with questions, so I was a little curious.”
“Why?” I asked simply.
He looked at me for a long time, not saying anything. I remained silent too, not breaking the gaze, because more than anything else in the world, this is what I wanted to know.
“Because when you trust people, breaking it is a move of a low life. And low lives don’t deserve to live in this world.”
“Says a low life.”
He smiled a little. “Just like your parents; quick tongued and scathing to boot. And you should be. It is what made them who they are.” He patted my head in an almost fatherly way, and though I wanted to wince and move away, I held ground. I wanted him to know that he didn’t intimidate me, no matter how scared I was.
“Yes, and in a while, its what’s going to land your ass in jail, but we have all the time to talk now.” I said affably.
“Oh, Sameera. The amount of wishful thinking that brain of yours has- it makes me almost wonder why you need to disappear.”
“Mr. Jadav?”
“Yes, my dear?”
“I demand to know why you killed them.”
He looked at me, considering.
That was it. I am going to play it cool, arrogant and spend as much time possible and get him to talk. Rest? Well, we will see.
“Your demand, dear, cannot be fulfilled.”
“Consider it as my last wish, if you will.”
“I do, because believe it or not, I don’t plan on letting any more of the past alive anymore.”
“That’s good. Good for you.” I said carelessly, clenching my fists together, hoping that the trembling would stop. “Actually. If I were you, the day you saw me as you killed my parents, you should’ve killed me too. Why didn’t you?”
It sounded like we were old friends discussing that memorable incident that happened all those years back. Only it wasn’t memorable in the good sense; this low life had done the one thing that had turned my life over.
“I would’ve- but you were a four year old. I just wondered what you would’ve even seen. Call it a sudden sense of- conscience if you will.”
“No, I wont. Conscience is for the ones who have a heart. And Mr. Jadav, we both know what you lack, and its not just sense.”
He sighed. “You’re such a trying girl. I really want to hurt you now. But, I made it a point that since that day, I don’t want to get my hands dirty. So-you. Deck her.”

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