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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If the rain wasn't bad enough, we still made it, unfortunately. I wasn't so sure. Something about the whole situation felt... off. But there was no turning back now. I squared my shoulders and followed Aisha up the cracked steps to the entrance.
The officer stationed at the gate looked up, his eyes narrowing as he scanned us. His gaze lingered on Dixit for a moment before shifting to me.
"Purpose of visit?" he asked gruffly.
"We're here for an assignment," Aisha said smoothly, her voice calm and professional. "We're law students, working on a project about the prison system." The officer didn't move. He folded his arms, his thick brows furrowing as he looked back at me and Dixit.
"Assignment, huh? And these two are with you? Did you get permission from the authorities?" He gestured toward Dixit and me, suspicion dripping from his tone.
"Yes," Aisha replied, her confidence unwavering. How does she lie so casually? "We're all part of the same team," she added. The officer didn't look convinced. He stepped out from behind the desk, towering over us. "They look suspicious," he said, pointing first at Dixit and then at me. "And her-she looks like trouble."
Trouble? Me? I blinked, stunned. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me." His eyes narrowed further. "You two aren't coming in. Now, give me your names, addresses, and your parents' contact details. Submit everything now."
"What?" Aisha's voice rose, a mix of disbelief and frustration. "We're here for academic purposes! You can't just-"
"This isn't a negotiation," the officer cut her off, stepping closer. "But I might reconsider if you submit your details."
Dixit stepped forward confidently. "Lullu Singh," he said. "And here's my father's phone number."
I almost burst out laughing but covered it with a fake cough. Aisha bit her lip, probably trying just as hard not to laugh. Then she took a deep breath and said, "I'm Billo Rani. Here's my father's contact number too."
I was dying inside. Please, what are these two idiots doing with these fake names?
"What...? The name Is this a joke?" the guard asked, glaring suspiciously. But, as usual, Dixit and Aisha feigned offense. "Are you insulting the names given by our parents?" Dixit asked indignantly.
Aisha added, snapping, "Do you know we can file a legal case against you under Indian law for making derogatory remarks about our names?"
They're so good at acting. These two should be actors, not lawyers.
The guard panicked, his tough demeanor crumbling. "No-it's not like that. Please, go in," he said, waving us through without bothering to ask for my details.
Once inside, I turned to them. "I never knew your names were Mr. Lullu and Miss Billo." They both burst into laughter and so did I. "But seriously, did you give your parents real numbers?"
