The police station is so dirty. Everyone is looking at me. Maybe because i don't look like I belong here. I am polished new trophy among torn, old certificates.
"What the he'll are you doing?" someone shouts.
"Move."
"You don't know what you are doing! You don't know me!"
"Aye! Shut up!"
When they turn the corner I realise two policemen were bringing Meera's brother in.
"You might want to read this," a clerk hands me a letter wrapped in an envelope.
"So two of you are the main suspects behind Meera Banerjee's rape." A senior officer declares.
Rape?
Meera was raped?
"Oh, you don't know me han. I come from a huge association. Why would i rape my own sister. Just arrest this brat who did it." Mohit Banerjee yells.
"Shut up! Big big," one policeman copies Mohit.
"Mister-," Mohit growls like a wolf.
"We haven't declared who the father is. Some other suspects are being brought in. Everyone's DNA would be checked and the rapist would be found. Please maintain silence. Your words can lead bigger complications. "
I don't know after how long they bring in Taran, Pranab and several other guys.
I don't know what Taran and Pranab are doing here. They couldn't have harmed Meera.
"Akshay Kapoor!"
The nurse lady? I think calls me and takes me to a room in the back.
"Sit."
"Jerk off and put your semen in this container. Don't try to be smart. You're being watched."
Great! How do i do this when I know people are watching me?
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Kiss Of Life
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