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27. Why?

~~~AISHA's POV~~~

I was woken up by someone quite rude. They poked my shoulders and it felt like they were stabbing me. Oh! It can't be Atif. He knows how much I hate it when someone wakes me up like this.

I tried moving but, my body ached. It was stiff as hell and it felt like I was jammed somewhere. Slowly parting my eyelids, I was not greeted by the bright light but, 2 ladies standing in front of me. I frowned as I looked around me and then bellow me. That's right! That little boy still slept in my lap and that's why I felt like I was jammed somewhere. God, I don't even know his name yet.

"O madam- bache ko le ke jaane ka ae," one of the ladies said. Alka, read on her badge. She was wearing a khaki and blue coloured sari. Police constable?

I looked to my far left and spotted Waqas and Atif sleeping with their mouths wide open. On my left, I saw Malvika and Megha, sleeping, hugging each other. I sighed and looked at the officer again.

"K- kahan le jaana hai?" I asked, not being able to stand up.

"O hamko nai pata- bacha le jaana ae matlab le jaana ae," Alka said. She sounded more like a villager to me.

I looked down at the cutest little thing ever in my lap and looked up again, "you can't just take him. Where is his family? Call the inspector first."

The other officer, Bindu, huffed, "shaam ke saath baje chick chick nakko karo. Le jaane de na bache ko. Subha baat karna jisse bhi karni ho. Han?" This one sounded more Maharashtrian to me. My maid talks like that, for Gods Sakes.

"No! I'll talk to the inspector first. You don't have any written orders," I said firmly and they gave me a dead glare. "Atif? Waqas?" I called out when I thought that these ladies won't listen to me. My useless husband yawned and changed side but, didn't wake up.

"I can't let you take him. Where will you take him anyway? Let his family come and get him," I told the two ladies and they groaned. The conversation didn't go any further as we were interrupted by a male officer.

"What's happening here?" He asked Alka and Bindu and then turned to me, "ACP Deshmukh." He extended his hand and I shook it.

I straightened the little boy and resting his body against my shoulder, I stood up. "Where is his family and where are you guys taking him?" I asked, getting straight to the point.

"He has no family except his father. Her distant aunt refused to take him in so, he needs to come with us," the ACP said and I felt weak in my knees. He doesn't have anyone except his dying father.

"But, where will you keep him?" I asked, containing myself. I realised that Waqas and Atif were in their feet now.

"We will have to keep him at the police station tonight but, tomorrow he will be sent to the orphanage until his father wakes up," he told me, sounding so effin' proud of his plan while my eyes widened.

"What?!" I chocked, "you are going to keep him at the police station near all those criminals?"

"Don't worry- he will be kept in a separate cell."

"You are out of your mind ACP! How can you do this to a little boy?!" I spat, yelling, and the little boy stirred in my arms, "he is not going anywhere- I won't let him! At least not until we hear about his father! Plus It's safer than keeping him in the lock up."

Thinking about him, spending a night in a lockup, almost like a criminal- pained my heart. Why does such an innocent and beautiful soul has to go through this?

ACP dekhmuskh glared at me, like trying to defeat me with his gaze. When I didn't look away, he turned to Alka and Bindu. "Take the boy from her. Now!"