╏Play the Victim╏

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Note:: this would be second decent chapter I have written in this novel, it's basically an background information about a few characters, no gore, no violence here.
Hope you enjoy.
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Aarna Rao

Wednesday morning, birds chatter over and romped over the hedges, the daylight evaded windows and hacked onto the unbending plateaux positioned in the courtroom, and the trial nearly reaching its very demise, and the inspector appeared rather delighted and Mr Patil sitting over a leather chair had an inexplicable utterance bred his face, he continuously glared at Rashmi with this scarcely filtered rage and fury evident in his eyes.

"According to all the shreds of evidence and the witness's statement, we come to this conclusion that Rashmi Shaikh is the convict of the Erangal corpse's case" the judge began to read out the conclusive results, A smirk automatically romped over my face as I grasped Rashmi pass me a scowl, I proceeded to concentrate on the judge's affidavit, avoiding her glances for a while, "According to article 302, Rashmi Shaikh is penalized with imprisonment for 16 years, as she is underaged, she would spend her years in a rehabilitation centre until she is an adult and then resume the rest in prison." The judge finished his statement and the case eventually came to a demise

With handcuffs gripping Rashmi's wrist tightly, she was led out by two female cops, one of them I reckon was the sub-inspector, Devika. I swiftly got off my stool and took off towards them, asking the police to have a few last words which my darling comrade had.

I hugged her slowly and snickered as I felt her stiffen in turmoil but proceeded to lean on nevertheless, I plunged my head over her shoulder, my gazes opening up to see Devika gazing at us, like a cheetah, unmoving and harshen.

"Thank you, Rashmi." I mumbled in her ear, "for taking up the punishment of my sin."

Previously.

Tuesday night, 9:33 pm.
Exactly a month ago, I had my hands dyed in blood. I looked outside the window to see the mists gathering up grey, it might shower today. I recollected that night as clearly as a goblet, it was a thunderous erring horrid night, it feels like history is going to repeat itself today.

A hissing noise grabbed my notoriety as I whirled around to see my darling comrade waking up from her beauty slumber. She tried to move her hands only to find herself being hugged by thick convoys, tying her up to the chair. I gleamed at myself watching her frightened.

"Aarna?" She queried as if trying to recognize if it was me or someone else, I seized a step forward, enabling her to recognise it was no one else but her darling pal. A gasp passed her mouth and alleviated a portion of me as I proceeded to stroll to her until I was a stride away.

"What- why? Why did you bring me here, Aarna?" She implored, I couldn't hold a chuckle as I caught a glimpse of the tension swatting all over her complexion.

"Just to have a small talk," I explained monotonously

As if she knew what I was going to plead with her, she hurled her head back in frustration and spoke, "I have nothing to do with the people you have massacred."

"Oh! Is it?" I asked her, entertained as she daringly asserted that she doesn't have anything to do with the trial.

I plucked my pocket knife and in front of her, my hands on the table and utterance arduous. This might be brutal but I need to do it for my own sake. "Surrender yourself to the police, Rashmi", I unhurriedly uttered only met with a humourless laugh of denial.

"Why should I?" She enunciates with fury rambling her voice and her large wide coffee eyes glaring into mine. "I didn't kill anyone, you did, you should surrender yourself." She harshly twitched in her seat as she spat those words out with revulsion filling in her orbs.