All you need is love

chapter 25

In the stark and sterile cell, Ishan sat on the hard, cold concrete floor, his head resting against the white concrete wall. His hair was unkempt and tangled, sticking in different directions. His gaze was lost and unfocused, his eyes staring blankly at the cold, unforgiving wall in front of him. He seemed weak and exhausted, the weight of his circumstances evident in his disheveled appearance and slumped figure.

He had reached a breaking point, his spirit broken and his hopes shattered. He no longer desired anything beyond the confines of the four white walls that surrounded him. The notion of a different, better future seemed like a distant memory, replaced by a resigned acceptance of his current circumstances. It was as if he had surrendered to the reality of his situation, finding no way out or purpose beyond the cold, stark cell that held him captive.

Ishan felt utterly trapped and abandoned. He believed that even if he were to be released from the confines of the cell, he had no place to go, no one to turn to. In the eyes of many, he was nothing more than a murderer, burdened with a stigma that seemed impossible to shake off. The weight of this perception gnawed at his soul, reinforcing his sense of isolation and hopelessness

He had lost faith in the possibility of finding acceptance or care once he stepped outside the cell. It seemed like a world full of judgment awaited him, with no room for compassion or understanding. There might be few persons who can care for him for a limited time but there is no one who can take his responsibility.

Ishan sighed deeply, the weight of his emotions and circumstances finally taking a toll on him. He closed his eyes, seeking a moment of respite from the harsh reality that surrounded him. It was a fleeting attempt to block out the world and find some semblance of peace, even if only for a brief moment.

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Shubman gestured towards the empty chair next to ishan's caretaker with a polite nod. "Please, take a seat," he said to Mrs. Bose.

Mrs. Bose, offered a slight nod of gratitude and gracefully took the seat indicated by Shubman.

Aditi, Rishabh, and Rohit joined Shubman at the table, their expressions serious. They stood by his side, their arms crossed in a determined stance and a frown etched on their faces.

Before Shubman could inquire about her reason for being there, Mrs. Bose spoke up with a firm tone. "I'm here because of the verdict regarding Ishan," she said, her voice filled with unwavering conviction. It was clear that her purpose was directly related to the outcome of the case.

Shubman's gaze shifted between them, noticing the subtle signs of hope in ishan's caretaker's eyes. He couldn't help but wonder how Mrs. Bose's presence would impact their fight for Ishan's cause.

"You're here for Ishan?" Shubman asked Mrs. Bose, his tone laced with a mix of curiosity and anticipation. He was eager to hear her intentions and understand what she hoped to achieve.

"Yes, I'm here for Ishan," she confirmed firmly. "I believe that his situation is a grave injustice, and I want to do everything in my power to set things right."

Rishabh, Aditi, and Rohit listened intently, their expressions reflective of their own resolve to support Ishan and uncover the truth behind his predicament.

"We're glad you're here," Rishabh acknowledged. "But I'm curious, how can you help us? What do you hope to achieve?" Rishabh's question hung in the air, seeking clarity and understanding about Mrs. Bose's intentions and the contribution she could offer within their quest for justice.

"I want the detectives to keep investigating this case," she stated firmly. "Varun used to spend considerable time in one of his houses in Mumbai, but he never allowed anyone else access to that property. I, myself, had never been inside during our marriage." She paused, emphasizing the secrecy surrounding that particular house, and then continued. "I'm convinced that there is valuable evidence hidden within those walls," she asserted.