Behold Till Eternity

ch: 13

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This is not a lecture room; this is an open-air fish market. I really tried to focus on my useless notes I made, but every single person-boys included-seemed to have collectively lost their minds.

"Did you see his latest clip outside the Supreme Court's main gate? Oh my God, the way he looked into the camera!" one of the girls squealed, her voice filled with excitement.

Another joined in.

"I don’t care what he did. My uterus does not care. My uterus forgives him. Tell me why he’s handcuffed and still giving more energy than my ex at our convocation."

I clenched my pen so hard I was surprised it didn't snap in two. The man ate stale jail food and probably hadn't seen a skin care in months, but sure, let's crown him Zeus.

Some guy piped up, "Idc if he’s a criminal, that man can cross-examine me anytime."

Then another girl "Is it morally wrong to have a crush on him? Like obviously yes, but also no. But also... yes. But also...?"

I was dying. I was actually dying.

It wouldn't be weird for me if the criminal they are talking about was someone else but it is hella weird because I personally talked to Prisoner no. 704 and I want to erase these comments from my brain. Help!

Next to me– Alisha, and before I could even punch my pen on the desk, she smacked my thigh and hissed, "Don’t you fucking look now but everyone’s talking about your man."

"My what? Eww!!!"

She spun her phone toward me. I blink and there it was. A photo. Viral. Everywhere on Twitter (X) and IG.

Supreme court's entrance gate— being escorted out of the courtroom, handcuffed with black leather gloves hand, surrounded by police forces, expression blank, face which screaming 'Yes, I received death sentence and I don't give a flying fuck to this fucked up law system.'

Prisoner no. 704 of Central Jail, India.

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