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Love is hope for the hopeless and sin for the saint. Love is both a salvation for the lost and a temptation for the righteous. It drives people to cross lines they swore ne...
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I am outside the Jail. It should make me happy and clear my head. But it didn't. I wrapped my arms around myself as we walked toward the main gate while the students, professor with guards following us.
Everyone is looking around the prison but I wasn't thinking about the prison. I was only thinking about Prisoner no. 704.
I hadn't said a word to him. Not during the research discussion, not when the project was being outlined, not even when he spoke. And I definitely have no plan to replied to his letter. Not that I had to.
Why should I?
It wasn't like he was actually connected to my past case so I am all good now. I thought 704 was friends with Yash Devraj. The home minister's son-the one person I had every right to hate, every right to despise-was dead. Prisoner 704 may have killed him, but that didn't make him close to me. We didn't know each other.
Yash Devraj and 704 might have had their own past, their own separate war, which led to 704 murdering him. Not that I give a f*ck about that disgusting f*cker's death.
But that's it. That's all. We are done. I am on my way. And prisoner 704 should be on his. Whatever past he had with Yash Devraj was between them not me.
'How many seconds, minutes, hours, days does it take to write one sentence for a person who isn't in captivity? Who isn't a prisoner?'
His words still sat in my mind and I still can't take it out. Had he been waiting for a reply all this time? Did he think I owed him one? I didn't owe him anything. But a strange, unfamiliar guilt itched at the back of my mind, but I pushed it away.
"Nahella are you okay?"
I blinked, glancing at Alisha, who had fallen two step beside me. Her brows were raised and concern was there in her eyes.
"Yeah." I muttered. "Fine. Why?"
She didn't look convinced. "Liar! You've been quiet since we left. So stop lying!"
