"Do you know she lied?"referring to the old woman, who had just publicly denounced her only living family. For some reason, the look of disbelief on the young woman's face kept hunting him, it shouldn't have but it did. And it annoyed him no ends.
"They are in on it" he still couldn't believe how an entire village had given in to one oppressive tyrant and cut off someone so ruthlessly, "They cut her off" he said, "This isn't loyalty, its fear" he threw the clay pot in frustration, "I can't believe this shit happens even today!" He wanted to help this town, but Rudra's hands were tied until they took that first steps away from Tejawat.
Rudra watched the water spill as the clay pot hit the wall and broke into fragments, and just above that low wall, through the one sided mirror, he saw her, curled up against the cold floor, clinging on to herself, the tears had stopped but she hadn't stopped muttering those inaudible words, and that dazed look staring at something on the blank wall on the other side of the room. She had been there all afternoon since he had brought her back from the failed trip to Birpur, where her own people had denounced her, her one and only family had denied ever knowing her.
"Sir, should I get her some food?" Aman was always the voice of reason. Rudra wouldn't ever acknowledge it but Aman's calm was needed to balance Rudra' hotheadedness.
Rudra did not respond immediately, prompting Aman to walk to over where he was starring at her through the glass, "Sir, she hasn't had anything to eat for the last 48 hours. She looks traumatized, if the women's organisation get a whiff of this..."
Rudra turned to Aman not pleased with his compassion, "She is a bloody terrorist Aman"
"And a human being Sir" Aman stood firm, "She needs food" he wasn't backing down.
"She is one of them" there was a real lack of conviction in Rudra's voice even as he spoke.
"And she will be useless to us if she dies Sir" Aman stressed.
"She is shielding Tejawat" Rudra argued.
"Look at her sir" Aman urged Rudra to see the human side of this trauma, "May be she is just a victim in this Sir. Imagine for a moment what if she is an innoncent?" he knew Rudra was not the heartless bas***d he portrayed himself to be, "Sir, right now you need a doctor" pointing to the wound at the back, "Looks like the bleeding has started again, you need to get it dressed"
"I'll take care of everything here" Aman reassured a visibly tired Rudra. The stress of the last forty-eight hours had begun to show on his face.
Rudra was too tired to argue, he picked up his cell phone and dialed Laila, "Are you in town yet?"
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