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...
The Parliament House of India scene in this chapter are entirely imaginary from my head so any resemblance to real people, politicians, or institutions is coincidental.
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"The last hearing was rushed. How can you and the other judges take a decision like that so quickly and sign his death sentence, Chachu!?" I shout at him, throwing the blood-coated axe on the white tile floor of our sitting room.
He is looking at my hands where Hardeep Devraj's blood is still branded on my skin like dirt. Then his gaze shifts to my eyes, and he can clearly see all my rage. "Everything was proven, Nahella. How can I not? Do you know how sensitive that matter is?"
"No, Chachu!" I shouted. "Rutvik can never murder a pregnant woman. He can never! First they said he stabbed a male inmate, then he attempted to kill Hardeep Devraj, and lastly he killed an unborn child and the mother!? Everything was faked. All that evidence? Fake! Fake! Fake!"
"Nahella, calm down. It's not good for you-" Chachu came close to me, but I stopped him.
"Don't." I cut him off. "You lied to me. You all lied to me, saying Rutvik would stay alive." My body started to shake.
"Nothing is left. There is still one important and last hope left." Chachu said.
I froze.
"What..?" Hope rose from inside me again. "What option? Tell me!?"
"Mercy petition."
Mercy petition, or one can say mercy plea. The trial court gives the death sentence, the High Court confirms it, the Supreme Court upholds the execution, but our President decides whether to approve or reject the mercy petition for a death sentence prisoner.
"I know that, but we can't just go and talk to the President of our country, can we?" I shake my head in frustration. "I am just a normal girl, and I can't do anything even if I beg at our President's feet. No mercy petition will be given."
"Of course I know that, Nahella, but one way is still there. Only one guy can help us." Chachu said, but his expression was skeptical, not so sure.
I frowned and asked, "Who?"
"Agniv."
I immediately recognized that name. He is none other than Karhan and Vyank's best friend. Karhan, Vyank, Agniv aka the infamous, notorious gang trio cadets of the National Defence Academy at that time.
"Agniv Rathore?" I asked for confirmation.
"Major Agniv Rathore of Indian Army, currently serving as Aide-de-Camp (ADC) to the President of India." Chachu nodded. "He is the President's most trusted and favorite person. In fact, the President almost sees him like his own son. If we can talk to him about Rutvik, and if Agniv talks to the President and requests mercy for Rutvik's petition, then Rutvik can be saved."
