My Angel Is A Devil

Chapter 8

Chapter 8 :

The Following Day…

Pravalika finished her morning routine, had breakfast with her uncle, and headed to the police station. Upon arriving, she parked her bike and walked inside, where she encountered Rakhi.

“Good morning, Madam!” Rakhi greeted.

“Good morning, Rakhi! Any updates? Have we got any new information about Gangu?”, Pravalika asked.

“Yes, Madam! We’ve caught a woman who was Gangu’s girlfriend. Ajith sir is interrogating her and asked me to stay out until he’s done”, Rakhi replied.

Pravalika arched an eyebrow and questioned,“Why did he tell you to stay out? Don’t you know that a female officer must always be present during the interrogation of a woman?”.

Rakhi nodded in agreement, though she looked uneasy. “Yes, Madam! But Ajith sir mentioned that the interrogation might get rough, and he didn’t think I could handle it. Since he’s my senior, I didn’t feel I could refuse when he asked me to leave”.

Sensing something off, Pravalika’s expression darkened. Without a word, she strode towards the interrogation room, with Rakhi hurrying after her.

As Pravalika reached the room, she saw Ajith towering over the suspect, his tone menacing.

“Listen, young lady! You know where Gangu is hiding. You’d better tell the truth, or you’ll face the consequences”, Ajith threatened, while Pavan and Imran stood silently behind him.

“I swear, I don’t know where he is! I haven’t seen him in a long time, and he hasn’t contacted me recently”, the woman sobbed, trembling in fear.

Ajith's lips curled into a sinister smile. “You really think we’ll believe that? Tell me the truth, or my hands will make you talk. And once I start, I can’t promise they won’t wander to places you won’t like”, he said, his voice dripping with malice.

The woman’s fear intensified, her sobs growing louder. “I really don’t know anything about his whereabouts!”, she cried.

Ajith stepped closer, lifting his hand to press his index finger against her forehead. Pavan and Imran exchanged uneasy glances, their hesitation evident before they finally spoke up.

“Sir! Please don’t cross the line. Madam won’t go easy on you if you do”, Imran cautioned.

Ajith scoffed, irritation flaring at the mention of Pravalika's name. “I know exactly what I'm doing”, he replied curtly. “If we don’t apply some pressure, how else are we supposed to get the information?”.

Ignoring their pleas, Ajith slowly traced his finger from the woman's forehead down to the bridge of her nose, inching toward her lips. She was undeniably beautiful, and in Ajith’s twisted mind, this was an opportunity to indulge in his vile desires.

But before he could proceed further, a thunderous voice echoed through the room. “Dare to move one more inch, and you’ll be buried six feet under”.

Everyone’s head snapped towards the door, where Pravalika stood, her eyes blazing with fury. Her entire body trembled with the intensity of her anger.

Before Ajith could stammer out an excuse, Pravalika stormed over and delivered a swift kick to his chest, sending him crashing to the floor several feet away. He hit the ground with a thud, his head bouncing off the floor.

Pravalika was on him in an instant, twisting his arm painfully behind his back. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Is this how you treat women? How dare you pull such a stunt in my station? I want an explanation for not having a female officer present during this interrogation!”, she growled.