calm before the Strome.
when everyone in a room falls silent, I'm feeling as if time itself stands still, hanging in delicate suspense. suddenly the air grows heavy with anticipation, like the calm before an impending storm.
I can listen every individual's breath seems to echo in the hushed atmosphere, as if their very presence holds its breath in collective harmony. In this stillness, emotions simmer beneath the surface, ready to erupt like a tempestuous whirlwind.
Just like one of the moments that is pregnant with possibilities, where unspoken words and unexpressed thoughts linger, begging to be released. still, the silence pervades, wrapping its tendrils around each person, as if searching for solace or preparing for confrontation.
It is a captivating and haunting scene, akin to the pause before the chaos. as It's time unknowingly brace myself to stop the impending storm that will shatter the stillness and set emotions ablaze.
"stop glaring at me" I commanded, and sat on the couch near Mrs. Mehta, she reassured blinking her eyes. "I would have never visualized even in my dream. you're the daughter of Mr.Sharma." Turning my head towards the voice, It belongs to Yamini Mehta. at least one of them voiced out their thoughts.
Unfortunately "Yes." first time in my life, I want someone to speak or question back. this silence is damn awkward, I rather prefer an argument over this peace. "Why didn't you inform one of us you're the daughter of that son... "Please, don't you think it is enough for today?" I interrupted Anya Mehta, looking at her, seems like she is not at all pleased with my interruption. she instantly turned towards Akash. I don't want to defend Mr.Sharma. Let them assume for some days I love my father.
"It's all happened because of your stupidity. who will marry without even knowing their background."
he should be born again in the next life if he wants to know my background. no one can get my information without my knowledge and permission. "Akash." She hissed when he didn't reply. why this witch is trying to provoke him again, he had just calmed down after destroying the whole living room. whatever come in his sight, he just thrown on the ground, still, his knuckles are white. he is fuming inside.
"Maa, first time in his life he had done something smartly without realizing, just by marrying her." his uncle had spoken the first time after my father left. Akash just scoffed and instantly turned his gaze toward me. his gaze is enough to skip my heartbeat and my stomach started to drop.
"you're right, chaachoo." his smile is nowhere near giving me good vibes. even though I'm panicking inside, I rolled my eyes at him. "Then it's better to announce her to the world as daughter-in-law of Mehta's." Adarsh vocalized his opinion."you're right. It's our golden opportunity, to kill two birds with a single strike." I'm getting sick. they are using me as a tool, to rule a country.
"Why don't we arrange small reception at night, with few relatives and close friends," Rehan suggested. even my sweet mother-in-law nodded her head up and down with others, except my sister in laws who looked at me in pity. "you're not." I instantly stand up from the couch to protest, crossing my hands. "we don't need your permission." I snapped my eyes toward Mr. Ashwin Mehta.
"how are you going to introduce me to the world?" I greeted my teeth. "you don't need to bother about anything." he glared at me. " of course, It bothers me more than anyone. I can't show my face to the world. people will laugh when they find A true and honest criminal attorney had married into a criminal family. I have a reputation to lose unlike you bloody criminals." I snapped at him, maintaining my eye contact. Akash moved towards me, even his mother tell him to sit down.
"If we are criminals, what about you're father and brother? " Akash asked me, "No one knows who is my father. so It doesn't matter. Don't you even dare to involve my brother? he would never become a criminal just because his father is a criminal." My words are like adding fuel to the fire. Instantly he grabbed my hair from my back, pointing the knife at my throat. > Where he hides his knife?< > How would I know< > he is looking hot pointing a knife against your throat?<
moving a knife an inch right and upside on my throat, holding his hands, pressing the tip of the knife into my skin. "I would rather give a painful death than an instant one. if I'm in your place." he started to press more into my throat, glaring at me. I didn't remove my glare even though I hissed in pain, blood start to leak from the small cut.
"Akash, let are go." > Adarsh command more than he speaks, what do you think< >Yep you're damn right.< just focus on our life first. > You're the one who pissed him< > Even after he warned a few times, don't go near his father< > Now face consequences< I would rather die than, make you both sane.
I chuckled my tongue two times, "Tsk...tsk... you can't even kill me." I smirked, If he kills me, It's better to die pissing him off to my heart's content. he dropped the knife and started to laugh. "you will defiantly die in my hands one day." he leaned towards my ears. "first let me destroy you're soul, heart, mind, and body." he whispered near my ear, moving back.
"Akash, make her attend a reception. even teach her how to behave in this house?" his uncle ordered him, before leaving. everyone left from there one by one, after once glaring me.
Akash started to drag me to lift, grabbing my hand. my hand started to pain, and become numb to even try to move from due to the lack of blood circulating. he pushed me into the lift, once the door opened. I balanced myself before I fall on the ground by taking support from the sides. I hissed when he grabbed my hair and made me turn toward him.
"Welcome to hell, my dear kitten. I promise you, from now every second you will regret why hadn't I killed you." his voice sounded like he had taken an oath, just like I made to achieve my vengeance.
Everything will go in vain.
whatever I had done to keep my Identity surreptitious from the world until now will be pointless. from living like an orphan in front of the world, changing my surname seems to be worthless, if this reception takes place.
my mother-in-law had understood my problem, but couldn't help me. even though I tried to negotiate with Mr.Mehta nothing worked since It's not their problem. when Akash found out. he locked me in his room, showing a sample of his hate.
handling his hate will be an extremely incredible challenge both emotionally and physically. just like a dark cloud that looms over my mind, casting a shadow of danger viciously that can consume my soul's thoughts and actions.
his unpredictable character makes me difficult to predict how may he attack or when the act of aggression may occur. his every word and action he said and done today leave me with a vulnerable feeling and risk of exposing.
made me constantly on edge, making me constantly on guard, unsure of what their next move may be. The sheer magnitude of his hate made me feel suffocating, vulnerable and helpless.
Remember it's not my responsibility to fix or change his hatred, but rather to focus on my self-care and finding ways to navigate and minimize the impact of his toxicity on my life. I grabbed my laptop, started to check on new emails and reply a few of them.
There is a case transferred from the Mumbai branch to the main branch. The Bombay high court punished accused for seven years under section 307. ( attempt to murder ) of Ipc. accused filed a petition under Article 136 against the high court judgment in the supreme court.
It had been nearly ten days, I should inquire why no one had still accepted a case from the main branch. As the head of the criminal department, I should find a perfect advocate to handle a procedure.so I dialed My secretary Riya.
after a few rings she accepted the phone. "good afternoon ma'am." she greeted. "good afternoon, can you inquire why no one took up the case of Gayatri Devi vs the state of Maharashtra." I
asked. "I will inform you as soon as possible," she said and cut the call. > You can find it out by studying minor details, Instead of asking her< > what is the use of a personal secretary if we find everything ourselves.< one of the reasons why I always work or study is because if I'm free I will talk to myself.
so I started to study the facts of the case, Gayatri Devi is a twenty-six years Independent woman working as a software engineer in the S.P. IT company. After working hours, she attempted to murder the person,
Tring... Tring... I glanced at the phone, Riya had called back after twenty minutes.
I lifted a call, "Ma'am, according to her she had just wanted to protect her life when the Manager of the company wanted to attempt to kill her. there is no proof or evidence that the manager had assaulted or any act indicating that he committed such an act. due to the manager proving to the company she has checked some documents in the CEO's room." I started to understand why no one had taken up this case. "you're telling me that the company owner used his influence. whom does the company belong to?" I questioned her. "It is the main branch of S.P software company, which is owned by Mr. Harshad Pawar," she said, should be waiting for my answer.
"any senior advocate is available to trial a case." the trial has more than one month time, from today. "even some of them are interested ma'am, but they are busy." I signed listening to her answer. "you find anyone from the junior advocate who is capable to handle the pressure? if not keep a file on my desk next Monday." I said and cut the call.
who will take up a case, there is no proof or evidence to prove the accused is innocent. Hopefully at least one come forward to handle a case, I can't take care of two cases at a time. where there is no evidence at least proof who I'm defending is innocent. If innocent how should I have to prove innocent in court? I started to study the case.
at seven-thirty. she attempted to murder because the manager caught her checking confidential files. they are three questions roaming in my mind. first, why she was checking the confidential files of the company, after working hours? second, what is there in that file, that Manager wanted to murder her? third, she is innocent? keeping it aside. I called a few advocates who were working on a few important cases giving suggestions or enquiring about their status regarding the case.
I sat on the balcony, looking at the garden. I would have roamed inside of the east wing of the mansion, to observe and collect information on security aspects instead of looking at the beautiful garden. he just locked me in the room for fun, anyone knows looking at him. he just want to piss me off, tracing the cut on my neck over a small bandage.
"Eesha." I turned back to look at Divya and Meera entered into the balcony. I didn't listen any sound of footsteps or a door. "what." I would have knocked on the door once before entering anybody's room, even if it is closed from the outside. they don't mind my tone and answered back but sat on the double couch in front of me. "how may I help you." I asked them, not having any mode to communicate with them.
"How are you feeling?" Divya questioned. "fine" as always just fine. I raised my eyebrow when I noticed a big bag beside Divya. "what is in it?" I questioned, pointing to a bag. they exchanged a look before Divya opened a bag. It should be a dress from an expensive fashion house or boutique. I had zero knowledge about fashion, literally zero sense. I had no problem, Riya would always arrange drees from me.
"It's a dress for you to wear at your reception." Divya hesitated to answer. resting my head back on the couch, and closing my eyes I deeply inhaled. "we can understand how are you feeling. everything will be fine at the end, little sister." Meera tries to assure me, looking at her.
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