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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The rain had stopped.
But the air was still cold on my wet skin, every strand of my hair was sticking to my face like wet threads. The Delhi night road is shinning under the weak streetlights which looks scary yet beautiful at the same time.
Alisha called me more than five times like I will die here with Rutvik- well her panic is valid I don't stay with boys this long and on top? Alone this late. But it's Rutvik so it's different and besides Alisha is busy with Chirag somewhere in campus. Gosh, I need tea later like what are these two doing in tennis court!?
Rutvik leaned against Karhan's bike, his tshirt plastered to his body. I rested my elbows on the bike seat, chin cupped in my palms. The LED balloon was tied to the front handlebar of the bike and glowing faintly.
"Will you tell me how you're here, Rutvik? And I need details... not jumbled words and lines." I said, watching the way the rainwater still dripped from his hair. The helmet was resting on his right hand.
"I got a few hours of release." he muttered. "His name is Raghvendra Rao Vedant. He bailed me out if that's the correct wording, or... I don't know, whatever this little freedom of mine is."
Raghvendra Rao Vedant!
The name struck me. That freaking name again!? What is the connection between him and Rutvik? And why the hell is he making these... moves? First on me that whole gang kidnapping, and now on Rutvik? Are Chief Defence Minister of India this free in our country? Should I tell Rutvik about the encounter I had with him? Nope! Not now. He's already carrying too much weight and confusion.
"Do you think he's trustworthy?" I asked carefully.
"I don't know." Rutvik said after a pause. "Trust is expensive. Maybe I don't trust him... but he's not fully bad. He's... just complex."
I nodded in agreement. Sometimes, that was worse than someone being outright evil. Complex meant unpredictable.
"Rutvik." I straightened, my tone sharpening, "let me tell you something important now. Uncle Verman you remember right?He is Dixit's father too- that guy who send you cake so his father will soon have a meeting with you, and your court hearing process will start soon. We have to move fast."
He just looked at me.
"First." I began, pacing slowly in the wet gravel beside the bike, "Uncle Verman will meet you in the jail's mulaqat room. He's going to take your full statement again-everything from the day you were arrested to the trial that put you in there. He's going to check for procedural lapses-any point where the police violated the Criminal Procedure Code. If he finds them, that becomes our leverage."
Rutvik's eyes stayed locked on me.
"Second! since your case is already old, the hearing won't start fresh. It's going to be a revision petition in the Session Court first. That means Uncle Verman will argue that your conviction was wrongful based on new evidence or legal faults. If the Sessions Judge accepts, the case can be transferred for retrial or directly appealed to the High Court."
