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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As I stepped out of the prison gates, the weight of everything that had just happened still lingered in my chest. My thoughts swirled, and I barely noticed my surroundings until a faint fragrance pulled me out of my head.
I stopped mid-step, my eyes falling on a cluster of white flower plants blooming just outside the temple near the prison. They stood out against the dull, gray backdrop of the jail. Something about them made me pause.
I found myself walking toward them, drawn in by their purity. The closer I got, the brighter they seemed. Gently, I reached out and plucked a few flowers, cradling them in my hands as I entered the temple.
The air inside was calm, a stark contrast to the chaos of the world outside. I knelt at the doorstep, placing the flowers carefully as an offering. Straightening up, I noticed the priest nearby and couldn't help but smile.
"These flowers are beautiful," I said, gesturing toward the plants outside. "It's good that they've planted new ones. I guess the gardeners are doing a great job taking care of them."
The priest turned to me, his expression thoughtful. "Those flowers..." he began, his voice calm but firm. "They're not tended by gardeners. They're taken care of by one of the prisoners. Prisoner 704."
The words hit me like a stone, and for a moment, I couldn't breathe. Prisoner 704. Rutvik.
Before I could ask anything else, Aisha's voice snapped me out of my daze. "Nahella, we need to go. Now."
I turned to see her and Dixit hurrying toward the car, their urgency pulling me back to reality. Without another word, I followed, my heart pounding as questions swirled in my mind.
As the hum of the car engine filled the silence, Dixit drove us away from the Central Jail in his sleek, expensive car. This guy had expensive taste, but my mind was still trapped back there-outside the temple, with the white flowers and the unexpected incident back in the visiting room.
I stared out the window, my thoughts racing, but Aisha's voice broke through.
"So, Nahella," she began, her tone light and teasing. "How does it feel to wear Prisoner 704's shirt? Must be cozy, huh?"
I shot her a glare. "It was a necessity, Aisha, not a fashion choice."
But she wasn't done. "Necessity or not, you seemed to pull it off pretty well. Prison couture might be your thing."
Dixit laughed from the driver's seat, his eyes flickering to me in the rearview mirror. "I have to admit, 704 has taste. That shirt wasn't half bad. It's cooler than most of the stuff I've seen inmates wear."
"Exactly!" Aisha chimed in, smirking. "And the fact that he gave it to you? A gentleman behind bars. How sweet."
My cheeks burned in anger, and I crossed my arms defensively. "It's just a shirt. Nothing more."
