It was 8 in the morning. Priya was sitting in one corner of the cell she was locked in, her hand continuously moving on her lower stomach as she rested her head back against the wall with closed eyes. The first night hadn't gone too well at the police station, giving her a bad headache.
Suddenly, the calm police station was converted into a flurry of activities as the constables started to pace around on seeing the arrival of the seniors.
A sense of tension and drama unfolding before her as a handcuffed man came in front of her eyes who was trying his best to break free of the hold but alas no effects.
Frozen, Priya stood up, walking closer to the bars, "Krish," she murmured, as fear gripped her heart strongly.
"Aap proof dikhaiye pehle", "ma..main court jaunga", "aap jante nahi hai main kon hu", Krish continuously shouted at the officers holding him. His pleading eyes met Priya as his demeanor changed into defeated. Soon he was thrown into the adjacent cell beside hers.
Priya tried to look at him, but the restricted bars didn't allow much movement.
She was standing in the same position with her head rested against the bar when a familiar masculine voice reached her ears, "Thank you, officer." Her head immediately turned in the following direction; there walked in Ram wearing the blue suit. What scared Priya was his expression, which felt too unfamiliar to decipher.
The inspector moved closer to greet him, "Thank you, officer, apne meri ek call mein itna quick action liya," his gaze shifting from the officer to Krish and finally resting on Priya, as a smug smile appeared on his face.
Priya watched the scene unfolding with a mix of emotions: anger, hurt, and most powerfully, disbelief. Her Ram wouldn't misuse the law, right?
Ram reached closer to her cell, with arms in his pocket portraying toughness, but his eyes betrayed him. His swollen, bloodshot eyes showed her the person Ram truly was.
"Mr. Kapoor....," she had just started to speak when he cut her off.
"Are thank you mat bolo Priya, ye to tumhara pregnancy gift tha, the child's father should stay with the child, No?" He quickly glanced at the adjacent cell and then towards Priya, raising his brow. His fist clenched inside his pocket.
"Aap aisa kuch nahi karenge," she murmured, still in disbelief.
A sarcastic smile came onto his face, "Tch... mujhe bhi aisa hi lagta tha tumhare bare mein, par kya kar sakte hai sachai to alag hoti hai,"
"Par Krish ne kuch bhi nahi kiya," she argued, horrified.
"Kiya hai Priya, logo ko stalk kiya hai, politician se paise liye hai, police sight pe bina order investigate kiya hai aur mere sath to... khair choro," he spoke, exhaling loudly with the shake of his head.
"Nahi Mr. Kapoor... please nahi," she requested on the verge of breaking. She didn't want someone else to face consequences for her stupidity.
His clench tightened, "Are mujhe to laga tum khush hogi ki ab tumhara pehla pyaar tumhare pass hai, your child's father is with you."
Priya looked at him with pleading eyes; she was left with two ways: one to tell Ram the truth and save Krish, who had always helped her and is innocent, and second to protect her child from the threats of Nandani Kapoor.
Thinking hard, she finally chose the first, leaving the fate of her child in God's hands. "Ye Krish ka baccha nahi hai," she confessed, meeting his eyes, and saw no change in demeanor.
"Arre Priya aur jhoot," he mocked.
"Jhoot nahi hai," she argued angrily.
"Main kaise man lu, tum Krish ko bachane ke liye bhi to kar rahi ho sakti ho. Waise bhi you had a moment of weakness with him," he yet again mocked, making her rage up, the thin thread of patience breaking as he asked the constable for how long Krish will be behind bars.
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Family
Fanfiction#Quadrant series, Book 1 ; "I am grateful that at last I found my true family," he murmured, looking at the celestial body above. "Family," she corrected, "it's either a family or not," she spoke, looking down at his face as he rested his head on he...
