Bangladesh to Thailand: The Journey of Nil and Stranger's Love [BL]

chapter 55: Untold care of love

In the dimly lit confines of the interrogation room, the tension hung thick in the air like a shroud. Gamora, her once confident demeanor now shattered, found herself ensnared in the unforgiving clutches of suspicion. "Please, I swear I'm innocent," she pleaded, her voice quivering with desperation.

Before she stood Inspector Wirat, a stern figure exuding an aura of authority, flanked by three female officers who observed with unwavering intensity. "Confess your crime, Ms. Gamora," demanded Wirat, his gaze piercing.

"But I didn't do anything," Gamora protested, her words falling on skeptical ears.

Hom, one of the constables, interjected coldly, her cynicism palpable. "Every criminal claims innocence until proven guilty."

"No, please, you have to believe me," Gamora implored, her voice tinged with anguish.

As the atmosphere thickened with doubt and suspicion, a crucial piece of evidence arrived at the station in the form of a lab report. With trembling hands, Inspector Wirat perused the document, his expression morphing into one of disbelief and shock. "The bullet recovered from Nil's body doesn't match Gamora's gun," he announced, his voice betraying a hint of incredulity.

The revelation sent ripples of astonishment through the room, prompting a collective realization that the case had taken an unforeseen turn. "How could this be?" murmured Wirat, his mind grappling with the implications. "Is there someone else involved in this sinister plot?"

Turning to Gamora, Hom implored her to recount the events leading up to the fateful moment. And as Gamora recounted her version of events, her words resonated with a sense of urgency and fear. "At Lava's behest, I concealed myself behind the trees, a silent sentinel in the shadows. But throughout, I felt the chilling gaze of an unseen observer, a premonition of impending danger. And when Nil appeared on the balcony, I raised my gun with trembling hands, only to be met with the sudden crack of a bullet that had already found its mark."

Hom stood in stoic silence, her gaze fixed upon Gamora with an inscrutable intensity as if seeking to unravel the truth hidden beneath her words.

Meanwhile, Inspector Wirat remained contemplative, his features etched with a mix of concern and determination, pondering the implications of Gamora's startling revelation.

As Gamora continued her account, recounting the fleeting glimpse of a suspicious figure fleeing the scene, a sense of urgency permeated the room.

"Why keep this crucial detail from Lava?" queried Wirat, his tone betraying a hint of skepticism.

Fear and desperation etched into her features, Gamora confessed, "I was afraid she wouldn't compensate me if I didn't take the fall. I never informed Lava or attempted to investigate further. It was simply a transaction."

With a solemn nod from Wirat, Hom escorted Gamora away, the weight of her actions settling heavily upon her shoulders.

In the quiet aftermath, a tension lingered in the air, reflected in the furrowed brow of Inspector Wirat, his mind wrestling with the complexities of the case.

Meanwhile, in another corner of the unfolding drama, Kao stood before Lata and Nil, his hesitance palpable.

Nil's response was one of stunned silence, his thoughts racing as he processed the unexpected request.

However, it was Lata who offered a compassionate solution, extending a gesture of kindness toward Kao. "For now, wear Nil's clothes. Later, Nil will take you shopping," she suggested with a gentle smile.

Despite Nil's protestations, Lata's insistence prevailed, casting a warm glow amidst the awkwardness of the moment. As Nil and the Kao retreated indoors, a flush of embarrassment tinted Nil's cheeks, juxtaposed against the stranger's subtle smirk.