PROLOGUE
The room wasn't grim, it had its fair share of lighting clarifying the cracks and the crosses gracing the manky white ramparts enclosing her. She might have acknowledges that if her mind wasn't obsessed with thoughts. Just thoughts.
The room wasn't grim, she was.
"Miss Purohit have you nothing more to say? " The inspector asked trying to alienate any trace of humane from his grumpy tone.
"I have nothing more to say." she replied detaining the warm liquid threatening to overflow her lids.
"Witness reports that Mr.Malhotra was last seen with you before his disappearance. What do you have to say about that?"
"We met in the cafe yesterday."
"When did you meet?" he demanded.
"I think you already know that." She retorted.
"Miss Purohit. I already know that, but you are obliged to answer."
Obliged huh? She thought. Obligations were closing in. She was obliged to marry a man she didn't love. She was obliged to outstrip the only man she had feelings for, the only man she could, in any far future posses feelings for.
"We met for tea. In the evening." she pursued.
"Why did you meet?"
"We just met."
"Why did you just meet."
"To talk."
"But you, Miss Purohit, are engaged to... someone else aren't you?"
"Yes, I am." she cited.
"Then why did you meet your ex-husband?"
"That is none of your business." She cried allowing the words to materialize with a auditory level far above normal.
"We expect you to co-operate." His fingers thumped the wood causing it to jerk.
"I told you. I don't know where Abeer is."
Knock. Click. Turn.
A taller man fared in. Approximating from his appearance which made all assumptions possible he too must be a man of law-and-order, but of a lower grade. Proving all assumptions straight he stretched then pledged his respect.
"Miss Purohit's attorney is here."
"Attorney huh? So Miss Purohit I legally have no might to detain you. You are free, but do remember that you remain a suspect."
She nodded, evasively. Then lifted her fatigued frame.
She was free. Free from a temporary accusal, but was she free from the persuasions leading to him? She believed, or as a fact knew that he wouldn't run away. Abeer Malhotra would never run away. Infinite theories flooded her thought process. What if he was kidnapped? What if he was hurt? What if something did happen to him?
A lone tear streamed hinting the ones to come.
She paused.
Where are you Abeer?
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This story came from a passing thought and I knew I had to pen it. I hope I continue this. Do leave your views.
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