"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...
It was lone road with the pitch of darkness which was supporting the deadly silence of that night.
A well dressed man was staring at the almost dark sky, and was smiling dangerously while drawing the lines of his next move on the edge of his gun. The way he was playing with gun was indicating the fact that he was a professional with guns.
All of sudden the sound of a car was heard which halted at some distance away from the professional of dangerous profession.
"Dikarsh, I am here. What do you wanna talk?" One more young man came out of car, and walked near the person playing with gun.
"Welcome, ACP Nityank. I am so glad that you accepted my invitation. You are a great guy with high morals. Honest officers like you is so rare in police department. Even though you are a family man you don't back out from your duties," Dikarsh was sounding sarcastic yet there was smile on his face.
"Have you called me here to praise me?" Nityank was sure there was a different motive behind Dikarsh's build up.
"No, I have called you here for a final talk. Do consider the last sentence told by me," Dikarsh threatened Nityank in name of his family, indirectly.
"My family is my strength, Dikarsh. I won't give you the proofs I have collected against you. You will be served by law very soon," Nityank was an officer of determination. He never had moved even an inch away from his determination.
"Think once more, Nityank!" Dikarsh was controlling hard over his temper which had started to free itself from his grip.
"In this matter I don't prefer a second chance," Nityank turned to walk back towards his car.
"You have lost the last chance to save yourself. I had tried to convince you in each way, but didn't mend your way. You have made bound to chose the last option of my list which is going to be worst decision of your life," Dikarsh pointed his gun on Nityank's head.
"Before law can serve me you will be served by death," Nityank too had his gun, but before he could defend himself Dikarsh pressed the trigger.
Dikarsh's rage had a faster pace than Nityank's rationality. The sound of firing bullets rang in air thrice along with painful scream of Nityank.
"Papaaaa!" A little girl of eight years came out of car, and screamed at the sight of heavy blood shed in front of her.
Before she could react anything else her tender age tolled over herself, and she fainted on the spot.
"Dikarsh, what had you done? Why did you kill him?" Before Dikarsh could think anything a young woman rushed near him, and scolded him with a broken voice.
"He wasn't getting convinced by me. So, I made him a corpse. Sorry, a would be corpse," Dikarsh laughed loudly while the woman was sharing few last glances with Nityank who was requesting her something, silently.
That woman assured Nityank through unspoken words wiping out some portions of his agony while leaving the mortal world.
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