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WEB : AN ENTANGLED MISERY
CHAPTER 01 -
NEW BEGINNINGS
“ Every moment is a new beginning ” - T.S Eliot.
“ Navya Patil , you are suspended !! ”
Suspended ….
Suspended ?!!
The word echoes all over the scene to a good number of headshots, making the place contiguous with silence . As plausible to awe, the goosebumps emerge every tenth of my skin , bringing icy stir to my spine .
Yes , I can sense it .
The dreadful tremble in the hands , weakening in posture, grip of the legs with the soul deeply shuddering in terror .
With the thrive to regain my lead of the situation . I lift up my eyes to meet the embering glare from the weary downtrodden eyes of a man , austere in demeanour , with clasped hands , standing right in front , in a greyish lounge suit .
I mustered up the last grains of courage in me and say ,
“ S..Sirr…Sir, it wasn't me , please trust me , I'm being framed , sirr… ah ah..” tears started to roll down my cheek as I defended the harsh claim on me .
The man seems to have curtailed to some extent his aggression , after seeing the anguish state I have gotten myself into and a downhearted expression mounts on his face when he speaks out ,
“ Miss Navya , it's not my place to help you out as you are suspended from our institute as you are found guilty for………”, But before he could finish his words , a sharp manly tone pierces our ears ,
“ Mr.Bhadra , please don't heed to her words , as they are nothing but hollow pleadings .” blurts the man , who was standing adjacent to both of us from the prelude of this advanced commotion.
This man , who has not even an inch of guilt in his misconduct , gives me a frosty gaze from his deep dusty eyes which may penetrate into one's consciousness to devour , leaving you with vast emptiness.
Yes , it was scary ,
he was scary …..
More like a nightmare . That too a never ending one.
With a smirk on his lower lips , he continues his talk without diverting his stare on me . “ Sir , if you insist I will give you the clear picture of what had happ…. ”
“ Enough Mr.Prahal Desai , we had enough of this melodrama of yours!! Even you are rusticated from the college for your involvement in this matter . I have already reported this incident to your father , you better have a good explanation coming ” Mr.Bhadra intervenes Prahal , who was dead set to fabricate me as a wrongdoer. I wonder where he gets his sheer determination for framing the innocents as culprits come from .
{ “ See I know you guys are taking your own sweet time in this poppycock , but we , as police , have the duty to interrogate them and have their blood samples , so please cooperate with us ” } utters the khaki-clothed officer with a sarcastic smile.
( Note :- {/} Are used to express the context is originally spoken in kannada )
I wonder whether it was a mockery of our current circumstances or if it's a foretelling of calamity to be bestowed upon us . All I can do as for now is to maintain my vigilant temperament.
Anyways , we reluctantly had to follow the officer , along with a stationed mid aged female cop, I recollect her as the one who had earlier escorted me to this police headquarters .
Yes ,
I was in a police station , Being interrogates .
Not as a witness but as a criminal.
...
NEW BEGINNINGS
“ Every moment is a new beginning ” - T.S Eliot.
“ Navya Patil , you are suspended !! ”
Suspended ….
Suspended ?!!
The word echoes all over the scene to a good number of headshots, making the place contiguous with silence . As plausible to awe, the goosebumps emerge every tenth of my skin , bringing icy stir to my spine .
Yes , I can sense it .
The dreadful tremble in the hands , weakening in posture, grip of the legs with the soul deeply shuddering in terror .
With the thrive to regain my lead of the situation . I lift up my eyes to meet the embering glare from the weary downtrodden eyes of a man , austere in demeanour , with clasped hands , standing right in front , in a greyish lounge suit .
I mustered up the last grains of courage in me and say ,
“ S..Sirr…Sir, it wasn't me , please trust me , I'm being framed , sirr… ah ah..” tears started to roll down my cheek as I defended the harsh claim on me .
The man seems to have curtailed to some extent his aggression , after seeing the anguish state I have gotten myself into and a downhearted expression mounts on his face when he speaks out ,
“ Miss Navya , it's not my place to help you out as you are suspended from our institute as you are found guilty for………”, But before he could finish his words , a sharp manly tone pierces our ears ,
“ Mr.Bhadra , please don't heed to her words , as they are nothing but hollow pleadings .” blurts the man , who was standing adjacent to both of us from the prelude of this advanced commotion.
This man , who has not even an inch of guilt in his misconduct , gives me a frosty gaze from his deep dusty eyes which may penetrate into one's consciousness to devour , leaving you with vast emptiness.
Yes , it was scary ,
he was scary …..
More like a nightmare . That too a never ending one.
With a smirk on his lower lips , he continues his talk without diverting his stare on me . “ Sir , if you insist I will give you the clear picture of what had happ…. ”
“ Enough Mr.Prahal Desai , we had enough of this melodrama of yours!! Even you are rusticated from the college for your involvement in this matter . I have already reported this incident to your father , you better have a good explanation coming ” Mr.Bhadra intervenes Prahal , who was dead set to fabricate me as a wrongdoer. I wonder where he gets his sheer determination for framing the innocents as culprits come from .
{ “ See I know you guys are taking your own sweet time in this poppycock , but we , as police , have the duty to interrogate them and have their blood samples , so please cooperate with us ” } utters the khaki-clothed officer with a sarcastic smile.
( Note :- {/} Are used to express the context is originally spoken in kannada )
I wonder whether it was a mockery of our current circumstances or if it's a foretelling of calamity to be bestowed upon us . All I can do as for now is to maintain my vigilant temperament.
Anyways , we reluctantly had to follow the officer , along with a stationed mid aged female cop, I recollect her as the one who had earlier escorted me to this police headquarters .
Yes ,
I was in a police station , Being interrogates .
Not as a witness but as a criminal.
...
