Avant garde love

Chapter 1

Shravan Pov:

After a big blow to my ego, I sat there slumped. Shame drowning me inside a dark abyss. 
The loud voices inside the police station poking me repeatedly at my wounds.

"Shravan kumar? " A voice brought me out of my self pity.  "Come inside AC (assistant commissioner) is waiting
for you. " Said the constable irritated at my space outs.

Dragging my embarrassed ass into the cabin,  I felt anger and shame wash over me.  Being here isn't something worth boasting.

Getting in,  I had no mood to know who the person in front of me was.  It was done for.  My reputation the moment I was accused for corruption wrongly.  I never did anything out of law.

But to be here in police station accused of a crime was never something I imagined.

"Shravan Kumar? "

A deep voice called out making me tremble.  I'd rather him accuse me than finding out I'm scared.

My useless crushed ego peeked out.

"Shravan, is it ? " His voice more intimidating and demanding made my head look up at the source of voice.

Opposite to my assumption of an old age  grey haired police with a pot belly,  sat a man of enigma with a fit muscled body that was clad by his uniform.  His beard just as black as his scrutinizing eye balls.

I nodded as I saw him still waiting for my reply.

"I need words, Mr. "He said as his hands played with the paper weight.

"I'm Shravan sir. "I said once again putting my head down at his accusative glance.

" See the only reason I'm calmly interrogatimg you is because  your boss is really not the most truthful person out there.  So confess while I'm still patient" he said clearly getting uninterested of the conversation.  His long fingers still rolling the paper weight.

Wanting to get out of here fast,  I spilled the exact truth. "Sir I never did and wouldn't do any sort of corruption. I was framed to uphold the responsibility.  It was my colleague Sanjay,  to be more exact cousin of our boss who did the corruption.  I am just a victim who got caught in this. " I said with patience which was contradicting to the storm that raged inside me.

I looked at this name card and saw his name was Rudra Deep. As I glanced up,  I saw a smirk that clung to his brims.  It was a crazy curve that made him look maddeningly attractive.

Hitting myself mentally for such out of situation thoughts,  I asked him "When can I leave Sir?"

He looked up as he kept the paper weight aside.  "Mmm when you sign the papers promising you'll come whenever we need for interrogation."
He pressed his Telecom asking for someone to get the papers ready and he stood up. 

Smoothening the wrinkles in his uniform shirt,  he took steps at my direction with beaming confidence and authority.

" Tomorrow at 10, I expect you to be here. " Stated his deep voice that sounded even more deep as he spoke in a low voice,  if that was even possible. And with that he was gone , leaving me alone, dumbfounded .

Sighing , I drag myself to sign the papers and do some confessing shit.
Tired of all these drama,  I pulled my bike keys out of my jean pocket to start my bike.

But as my damned luck would have,  the bike too deserted me by refusing to start.

Frustrated out of mind,  I kicked it. Of course lightly cause I'm in no situation to buy another bike immediately.

Hearing a deep chuckle followed by a horn,  I turned back to see AC  Rudra enjoying my misery sat classy in a police jeep.

He mocked "Oh Mr. Kumar would you like a ride home? "
Knowing very well that getting down from a police jeep in the mid of the afternoon at my house would only stir unwanted rumors.

I kindly declined his offer to which he returned the crazy arrogant smirk back. "What a pity. You refused my help.  Well then enjoy your walk back home. " he waved as he rode down the road with his smirk still intact.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

I just wanted to shout. Why everybody is set on making me furious.

First Sanjay for doing corruption. Then my boss for blaming it on me and now even the AC is set on testing my patience.

Taking my bag, I started walking home in hope of getting a cab , auto, bus or anything that would take me home.

This day couldn't get any more worse.

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