Heart On The Edge

Chapter 1

KASHVI'S POV

I walked in Dad's office. I hate going to his office, Its excessively vibrant. Looks like a fun writer's office rather a crime reporter's!

"Good Morning Dad. You called?"

He looked up from his file and smiled

"Yes. I have a very interesting person for you to interview."

Interesting People. Hella I am in!

"I am listening"

I said pulling a chair.

"Who is it?"

"Adarsh Dasgupta."

Ugh! Why him! Its not even interesting now

"I have already made it clear that I do not want to interview him."

"Well, I knew you would say this so I have a written order for you from me as a boss."

Dad as a boss...sucks

"But dad, He is a criminal!"

"And you are a crime reporter who also happens to have lots of knowledge in criminal psychology"

"Fine! Why do you want to me to interview him?"

"Because I have seen him play Kashu! He is not a criminal. He is just on the wrong path."

"Being a criminal is a wrong path....."

I said giving him a very fake smile.

"Take this file. Study it. Gopinath, the officer in charge of his case will help you out throughout"

"Okay. But just one interview, that's it!"

Dad smiled weirdly

"Ugh! Why smile like that! Mom hates that smile!"

"I am just seeing the future where you tell me that you want to interview him again"

Gave a fake smile and walked back in my cabin.
I called Gopinath, he told me details about the case. Most of things I already knew..some I didn't but all facts say the same thing- Adarsh Dasgupta is a killer. I don't know why dad can't see it. The either state cant see it.

But I have to admit...I have never so disappointed see a criminal get arrested.
Adarsh Dasgupta-- state's best shooter. He could have gotten a place in Olympics. Is now behind the bars for 3 murders of some random people...They were business tycoons of Kolkata.

Next Morning.

I filled the jail formalities and was let in. Gopinath accompanied me. He is young, In his later 20s. He is too much built, his uniform sticks to his body on every angle. I had to more police officers with me for protection and a cameraman- Amol.

They opened the door. The door made a noise to tell me the jail was too old! The room was once white..now its just paint coming out and grey cement. A fan that can't ran on speed 3 because it will definitely break and land on our heads! A small window with bars on it. A table in centre of the room.....How typical
And then
A man in handcuffs. Worn out shoes, dark blue torn style jeans, black hoddie with the hoddie over his head. He has curly hair...I can see them poppinh from the hoddie.
As I walk closer, I could see his finger were shaking. They were hurt. His lip was torn and the blood has dried. The dust in his face was hiding his natural colour. As he heard my heel's sound, He lifted his head. He seemed surprised to see me. Maybe he expected a man.
He got up from his place. He said nothing. He made a 3 second eye contact and then kept looking down.
The atmosphere in the room was soo suffocating. My walked changed when he stood up. For the first time. I was nervous.
Thats Interesting
And I love interesting shit!
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Kashvi Sen ya'll!
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