The Unwanted Bride

33 - Police Station

Typed on 02/02/2025
Chapter 33: Police Station

What does she advise her clients when their soon-to-be ex-husband threatens them or physically assaults them? Police. Go to the police. And so she does.

Khushi walked into the police station, her heart pounding in her chest. Her hands were clammy, and her stomach was twisted in knots. Every step she took felt like a battle against the fear that was clawing at her insides. But she couldn't live like this anymore. She couldn't continue being terrified every time she stepped outside, every time she saw a shadow that looked too familiar. She needed to make it stop. She needed to take control.

As she approached the front desk, she caught sight of a familiar face. It was the same officer who had been assigned to investigate Yug's accident—the one who had looked at her with suspicion when she'd indirectly threatened him a few days ago. His demeanour was different now, though. He was standing behind the desk, flipping through papers, and when he saw her, his expression shifted to one of mild curiosity.

"Mrs. Verma?" he asked, his tone cautious, "as I said, we are still look—"

"I'm not here for that."

"What brings you here today?" There was a hint of cockiness in his voice.

Khushi swallowed hard. She didn't want to have any interaction with him, but she knew she had to do this. She needed help, and this was her only option. "I'm here to file a complaint," she said, her voice shaking despite her efforts to sound calm.

The officer raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "A complaint? Against who?"

Khushi's heart raced, but she pushed herself to speak, forcing the words out. "Samar Rathod."

The officer's expression faltered for a moment, confusion flashing across his face. "Samar Rathod?" he repeated slowly. "Do you mean–is this someone you know?"

Khushi bit her lip, trying to control her nerves. She didn't want to go into details, not yet. But she knew she had to explain enough for him to take her seriously. "Yes. He's—harassing me. Threatening me. He knows where I live."

The officer's interest was piqued. He straightened up, now fully focused on her. "And how does this Samar Rathod know you?" He needed basic information to understand whether this was worth a complaint or not. Especially considering she's a lawyer–threats are thrown rapidly in this particular profession, he couldn't file them all.

Khushi froze. She hadn't expected him to ask that question. She did but not this quickly. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her, and she knew he was expecting an answer. Her mind raced for a way to dodge the question. She couldn't tell him everything—not yet. She couldn't tell him that Samar was her ex-husband, not in front of this officer. The less he knew, the better.

"I–I just want to file the complaint," she said quickly, her voice rising slightly. "I don't want to go into details right now. I just need this to stop. He's been following me, showing up wherever I am, and I'm scared. I just want it to end." Her last sentence was a wave of fear and sadness, she looked so close to crying.

The officer leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as he studied her face. She could see the gears turning in his head, and for a moment, she wondered if he saw through her act. His tone became more probing, more assertive. "You're being vague, Mrs. Khushi. I need more information to process this complaint properly. Why is he targeting you? What's his connection to you?"

Khushi's throat tightened, and she felt the walls closing in on her. She had to stay calm. She had to remain in control. She didn't want to give him any more ammunition than he already had.