𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬.
Love is hope for the hopeless and sin for the saint. Love makes you do things you never intended to do, but it's distinct when you hold hands and promise to behold each oth...
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I tapped the fingers of my right hand on the table while witnessing the betrayal I received, which was flashing in front of my eyes. The betrayal my university had thrown in my face. The assignment. The freaking bombshell semester-end assignment that determines the passing and failing of my life.
The university clearly said that we have no assignments this semester, but look at them taking their words back.
I took a deep breath and read the options given on my laptop screen, which said, "Make a report on why you chose to become a lawyer" or "Do a case study of a prisoner and prison education."
I let out an annoying laugh out of frustration. "This is bullshit."
The first option is safe and easy to look at, but for me, it's not. Not at all easy. It's very different for me why I chose to become a lawyer, and if I write that down, the past might haunt me again. I didn't choose my law degree because it is available to study. I chose it to escape my fear, and my darkness, and it's a blessing that I am strong now.
I close my laptop screen, grab my phone, and send a text to my elder cousin, Karhan Agarkar. It was a simple text that said, "Send a ride at 7:00."
I need to talk to my uncle tonight. He is my father's elder brother, and he is currently one of the best judges in the Supreme Court. Not to mention how popular he is among my college professors and students. Sometimes I feel like a nepo kid on campus just because of him.
Just as I was about to get up from my desk, my phone rang, and it was none other than my girl Aisha-the only person who laughed at my mistakes and cried with happiness at my successes. I put the call on speaker, as her voice usually starts with a scream.
"Sali Kutti, let's go to a party!!!"
The pitch of her scream was so high that my ears were still hurting from so far away. "Girl, how many times do I have to repeat no sudden screams while we are on a call? And no, I am not going anywhere."
"Pooper, you are, but why not?" she asked as I got up from my chair and started to clean my desk. "Assignment. You know I need to talk with my uncle so I can get a pass to visit the Central Jail." She went silent on the call for a few minutes before speaking.
"Bitch, don't tell me you are planning to interview a fucking criminal or something? Are you??"
"Uhm. Kinda maybe?" I joke.
"You know you are a good-ass ranked student of National Law University. Why are you choosing such a hard option when I know fully that if you write the first option, you will score well?" she said, her voice a bit concerned.
"No, I want to do the second one. The first one will trigger me. If I write a report on why I want to become a lawyer, I might go to jail for what I will write." I joke, but I am partially not lying.
"Ah ha! Why? Because you want to murder my ex and get away?" she said, and I laughed. I mean, I hate her ex, though. "Really, he is still on my victim list."
