In her mid - twenties, she sits at her desk, meticulously reading through a file on the murder case she's handling. Her sharp, observant eyes miss nothing, a trait refined through years of rigorous training and fieldwork. Her hair, neatly tied back, underscores her no-nonsense attitude towards her work.
As she scans the document, her eyes flicker with intensity and she finds an important clue.
Despite the often grueling and demanding nature of her work, she maintains an air of calm and resilience, never allowing the pressures of the job to dull her spirit. Her interactions with the community are marked by a blend of firmness and empathy. She listens carefully, offering a reassuring presence to those in distress while ensuring that the law is upheld.
She is someone who loves to play with fire. The word "fear" does not exist in her dictionary.
Tania POV
"Miss Sakshi, come to my cabin right now!" I hang up the call, barely containing my frustration.
How could they miss this damn point? It's clearly written in bold.
Within a minute, Sakshi steps into my cabin.
"Yes, ma'am?" she looks at me, a hint of anxiety in her eyes.
"Miss Sakshi, did you all even read the article thoroughly?" I ask, my voice stern and unwavering.
"Yes, ma'am, we read it," she responds, nodding her head."I don't think so, Sakshi. You've missed an important clue in this file. Read it once again, word for word. I'm sure you will find the hint." I hand the file back to her.
She nods and, after giving me a quick salute, leaves the room.
I lay back comfortably in my chair, massaging my forehead with my fingers to ease the pain. It feels like someone is playing drums on my head... God!
But right now, I have more important work to do.
Hurrying, I opened my laptop to read the document. My eyebrows scrunch in concentration as I scan the sentences, searching for the crucial detail everyone else missed.I couldn't believe what I was reading:
'Dead bodies of 5 boys found near the lakeside. Numerous cuts and wounds were found on their bodies. Their faces can't be recognized as they were damaged in a brutal way, and research indicates it's all done by men working under the most feared mafia, Agastya Singhania.'
My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of horror and fury swirling inside me. The gruesome image of those boys, victims of such unimaginable brutality, ignited a fire within me. Agastya Singhania's name had always been associated with fear and ruthless power, but this... this was beyond anything I could comprehend.
My hands shook as I clenched them into fists, my knuckles turning white with the effort to restrain myself. The rage was almost overwhelming, but I forced myself to breathe, to think. I couldn't let anger cloud my judgment. I needed information, I needed to understand who this man truly was, beyond the rumors and whispers.
Taking a deep breath, I straightened up and muttered to myself, "There is something called law in this country, and no one can do anything against it. If anyone wants someone punished, they should call the police. Let the police do their work. No one has the right to take the law into their own hands."
As I said the words aloud, my resolve hardened. "As long as I am alive, I will not let Agastya torture people like this. For society, he can be a dangerous mafia, but for me, he is just a normal human being."
My fingers hovered over the keyboard, thoughts racing through my mind. I had to make a stand. I couldn't let fear dictate my actions any longer."I'm not one of those people who would become a scared kitten in front of him!"
The weight of my decision settled in, but so did a sense of liberation. In that moment, I knew that standing up against Agastya wasn't just about justice; it was about reclaiming my own courage and humanity.
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𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐋
Romance"What do you think of yourself, Agastya? That by doing all this, you win? No, no, no, Agastya. You are highly mistaken. The game has just begun, and there's much more to come. I will make sure you beg before me." A dark chuckle escaped my lips. "Yo...