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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Warning: Heavy Torture, Blood.
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I was already frustrated, but the confusion was starting to make my head spin. Who was this man, really? His name-Rajvendra Rao Vedant-meant nothing to me. Yet, sitting in his grand mansion, surrounded by elite military personnel, I knew he was important.
To much important.
Before I could even process everything, Dixit and Aisha suddenly gasped, loud enough to echo in the massive hall.
"Wait, wait, wait!" Dixit pointed at Mr. Vedant, his jaw dropping like a cartoon character, then he whispered to us, "He is the Rajvendra Vedant? The SupremeDefence Ministerof India? The guy who literally controls the entire Indian military, second only to the President?"
Aisha slapped Dixit on the back of his head. "Dixit, don't point your finger at him! It's rude."
"But he's like the boss of all the bosses in the army! People pee on there pants infront of him with fear." Dixit whispered dramatically, as though Mr. Vedant couldn't hear him.
I frowned, my arms crossed. "So what? That doesn't excuse him from dragging us here without an explanation."
Mr. Vedant chuckled, clearly amused by my attitude. "Good point, Miss Agarkar."
I narrowed my eyes at him. "Dragging civilians out of nowhere is not justifiable, Mr. Vedant Sir. You might control the military, but the Constitution of India guarantees fundamental rights. This includes my right to freedom and privacy."
Dixit raised his hand like he was in school. "Technically, you did trespass on government property during the fireworks thing."
"Dixit! Asshole, you're supposed to agree with us," Aisha hissed, kicking his shin under the table.
"Oh my God! Sorry ladies, where is my manners" he fake apologies.
I continued, ignoring Dixit. "If this was about questioning us, you could've summoned us officially. Instead, we were brought here like criminals. What are you trying to prove?"
