"No matter how much powerful injustice is, justice always comes at right time to seek its place over injustice," ~Author
Trisha who was a reporter in profession faced the last and the worst tragedy of her life while collecting some confidential new...
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It was gun on his head!
This single realisation made a surge of blur vision rushed into her mind. She wasn't even trying to struggle against that surge, and had allowed that surge to shift her from present to past.
"Papaaaaaaa!" She screamed at the highest pitch of her voice.
Dinash along with his goons looked at the source of sudden intervention in their activities. Yes, it was Dinash who held gun on Parth's head. He and his father had resolved the issue of labour union alluring the labourers with fake promises of fulfilling all their demands. As the labourers drew back their voices their leader had to back out too, and he had informed Radhika about that who had nothing to do as a lawyer in that case.
After the case resolved Dinash's attention shifted back to his one sided love story. He was informed about Parth and Subhashikta's growing closeness. So, he thought to execute his plan of swiping Parth away from Subhashikta's life.
Attacking Parth on his way to home Dinash held him on gun point.
"Subhi, what are you doing here? Please, go back," Parth's pleading didn't get any response as Subhashikta was under the worse impact of her forgotten past.
"Are you listening me or not? I said go back," he kept shouting, but she didn't even move from her place.
"Let her join this game," Dinansh walked near her.
Before he could touch her she slapped him tightly on his cheeks. There was no sign of fear in her eyes. Rage was pooling up in her eyes scaring Dinash, unknowingly.
She snatched the gun he was holding, and pointed that on his head with a death glare towards him. He was too stunned to defend himself.
"Don't you dare to repeat the history of your father. Once he had made my heart bleed, but I wouldn't allow you to do so harming my Parth, even the slightest," Subhashikta's dangerous voice was justifying the nature of death. Dinash was just praying for his escape.
"If you wish to see yourself in mirror without any injury then leave this place right now," she pointed the gun on his head more tightly making him walk towards his car followed by his goons.
Once Dinash entered into his car he drove away as fast as he could.
"Subhi, are you fine? Why did you come here even? If something wrong had happened to you then?" Parth pulled Subhashikta into a bone crushing hug.
"I couldn't afford to loose you too like I lost my papa. I couldn't save him on that night. He killed my papa," she was sobbing, uncontrollably.
The pain suppressed since years was coming out. Those were the years she never had shed, because she didn't get the chance to do. Her trauma and trap of enemy around her had snatched that right from her.
"My papa was screaming in pain being fired by his bullets, but I couldn't even raise my voice in his safety. I was too helpless to hold myself even," she was pouring her heart out in Parth's embrace.
"What are you saying, Subhi? Say everything, clearly," he cupped her face which was buried in his chest.
"My papa, ACP Nityank Mishra was a honest and dedicated police officer. He was executing the most dangerous mission of unearthing the reality of mafia king Dikarsh. He was so close to achieve his target, but before he could do so that beast killed him," her tears were sliding down his hands which were on her cheeks.
"Papa had shared everything about Dikarsh with me. As a little girl I was expecting that evil to be defeated by my papa, but the opposite had happened. One night I saw papa was going out being tensed. I hided myself in his car, and reached at the destination of death of with him," she kept narrating.
"Dikarsh was threatening papa to return some proofs, but papa denied to do anything according to Dikarsh's wish. Then.... Then......," the pain of failing to protect her father chocked her voice.
"Calm down, Subhi. Please, hold yourself up," he rubbed her back with soothing hands.
"I will not spare him. I will not spare the murderer of my papa. I will not," a fresh surge of rage occupied her heart making her roar in anger.
"We can't do anything, Subhi. We don't have any proof against him. Do you have any idea where the proofs are now collected by your papa?" Parth's question silenced her. She managed to node, negatively.
"All the proofs are safe in my house. I have been preserved those since years, and those are enough for hanging Dikarsh to death by law," a voice answered.
"Trisha aunty!" Subhashikta was shocked to see the known face which hadn't even changed a little with the passage of years.
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So readers, here's the next part.
Now questions.
(1) Any fact did you like here?
(2) Any gesture to be commented?
(3) Any guess or expectation for next?
LAXMIPATI SHRI NARAYAN, please accept the positivity of my this work as an offering to you in name of all wellbeing of my LIFELINE.
