𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬.
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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📌 Warning: Brutal Torture, Blood
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After Rutvik left closing the door. I stared at the space where he had been standing. My breath refusing to return to normal. My legs were still trembling, not from fear. From something else. Something I didn't have the nerve to name yet.
After few minutes,
Footsteps were screaming outside the corridor. Boots, rushed voices, keys jangling. Then the library door flew open and suddenly I was being pulled into a flurry of uniforms and panic.
"Nahella!"
I turned-and then was yanked into my Chachu's arms.
He was shaking. Supreme Court judge, man who stared down ministers and murderers daily without blinking was shaking like he'd just seen me on a noose.
"What happened? What the hell happened?" he demanded, holding my face like he was checking if someone hurts me. "Did someone touch you? Did someone threaten you? Speak, Nahella, please!"
"I-I'm okay, Chachu, I swear-"
Uncle Verman was beside him, looking like he was two seconds away from pulling out a Glock and going full Sunny Deol on someone. "Where is he? Any prisoners? Who came in here? Who let her stay unsupervised?!"
One of the guards stammered something about a paperwork error and jail break. The officer from the prison admin department stepped forward. "Ma'am, did any prisoner approach you? Attempt to harm or threaten you in any way?"
I swallowed.
"No one harmed me." That part was true. "No," I said again, more firmly this time. "I was all alone here to protect myself- lost my way during the prison lockdown."
Chachu and Uncle Verman exchanged a look. The kind where politicians make silent war strategies. "You're not coming back here," Chachu snapped. "This-this entire arrangement is over. I shouldn't have let you in this place to begin with."
"But-"
"No, Nahella," he said, already guiding me out like I was made of glass. "We're going home."
The guards were still fussing, the officer still blabbering apologies, but I barely heard them. My heart was still back in that jail library room. I don't know where does he went off but I just hope Rutvik is doing alright.
