Misha stepped right up to the police officer, completely unbothered by his authority.
She crossed her arms, her chin tilted up in a fierce challenge.
“But what is the proof that those drugs are Piya’s?” Misha demanded, her voice ringing down the quiet hallway.
“Her roommates also live in that exact same room.
And on top of that, Piya has only lived there for “one day”!
Anyone with half a brain could see she’s being framed!”
The leading officer frowned, clearly annoyed by the interruption.
He looked from Misha to Piya, his expression hardening.
“The proof, Miss, is that the stash was found sewn directly inside “her” mattress,” the officer stated coldly.
“And her three roommates were the ones who called us this morning. They were terrified. They gave a joint statement claiming Piya brought a strange, heavy bag into the room late last night and threatened them to keep quiet.”
‘”What?!”‘ Piya gasped, the blood draining completely from her face.
Suddenly, the pieces of last night’s bizarre puzzle snapped into place.
“That is a lie!” Piya cried out, her voice cracking with panic.
“I didn’t bring anything! When I walked into the room last night, they were all just sitting there staring at me! There was a weird smell—”
“Save your story for the station,” the second officer interrupted, pulling a pair of cold metal handcuffs from his belt.
He reached out to grab Piya’s arm.
Before the officer could even touch her, Kabir stepped smoothly in front of Piya, his tall frame completely shielding her.
All the playful charm was gone from his face, replaced by a dark, dangerous intensity.
“She isn’t going anywhere,” Kabir said, his voice dangerously low and calm.
“If she brought the bag in late last night, then your witnesses are lying.
Because she was with “me” the entire night until the warden sent her inside.” Enjoying the story? Read on at g.com.
“Please step aside,” the officer warned sternly, raising a hand.
“We are just doing our job. If you have anything to say, please come to the station with your lawyer. If not, do not interfere.”
Before Misha or Kabir could react further, a female officer stepped forward and grabbed Piya’s arm firmly.
“Wait—stop!” Misha shouted, lunging forward to break the grip, but the other officers immediately blocked her path.
“Please cooperate with us,” the female officer said coldly, pulling a pair of heavy metal handcuffs from her belt.
With a sharp “clack”, she snapped them tightly around Piya’s wrists.
Piya gasped as the cold steel pressed against her skin.
Tears flooded her eyes, blurring her vision.
The officers began dragging Piya down the long college corridor.
Her feet stumbled as she tried to keep up.
She slowly turned her head, her teardrop-stained eyes locking onto Misha and Kabir standing helpless in the hallway.
Piya frantically shook her head “no”—desperately trying to convey through her silent, pleading gaze that she was innocent, that she hadn’t done anything.
Misha shouted her name in rage and panic, her fists clenched tight, while Kabir took a step forward, his eyes burning with a dark, dangerous resolve as they watched Piya being led away in front of the entire stunned student body.
Misha tried to sprint after the officers, but Kabir instantly caught her arm, pulling her back with a firm grip.
“No, Misha, don’t!” Kabir urged, his voice tight with panic.
“If you attack the cops, you’ll get arrested too and make the whole situation so much worse!”
“Let me go, Kabir! They’re taking her!” Misha cried out, her eyes blazing.
Suddenly, a sharp, cruel burst of laughter echoed across the courtyard.
Tina and her clique stepped into the light, watching the police drag Piya toward the waiting squad car.
“Oh, look at that, girls!” Tina sneered in a high-pitched, mocking voice.
“The so-called ‘innocent scholarship girl’ turns out to be a drug dealer and an addict! See how the cops are dragging her out like trash?”
Her friends burst into nasty chuckles, clapping their hands in delight.
Misha snapped.
In a fraction of a second, she lunged forward, grabbed Tina by the back of her head, and shoved her straight into the deep college fountain.
“SPLASH!”
Water erupted everywhere as Tina thrashing frantically under the surface.
Her friends gasped in absolute horror, screaming in panic.
“Oh no! Help her! Someone help!”
Panchi rushed through the crowd, her eyes wide with shock.
“Misha, stop!” She grabbed Misha by the shoulders and forcefully pulled her back, reaching into the fountain to haul a coughing, dripping Tina back out onto the concrete.
Tina sat on the edge of the fountain, gasping for air, water streaming down her designer clothes.
But as she lifted her head, one of her friends let out a blood-curdling shriek of pure horror, pointing a shaking finger at her.
“OH NO! A WITCH!”
“What?!” Tina shrieked, wiping the water from her eyes.
Her waterproof mascara had completely failed, black ink running down her cheeks like dark tears.
Her foundation was washed away in splotches, and her heavy contour was completely smudged, making her face look terrifyingly discolored.
Tina leaned over, catching her reflection in the rippling fountain water.
The second she saw her own ghastly, ruined face, she let out a piercing scream of utter horror.
“OH NO! MY FACE!”
While Tina panicked and her friends tried to cover her face with paper towels, Kabir leaned over to Misha, his tone shifting into deadly, quiet focus.
“Let Tina play the fool,” Kabir whispered fiercely.
“We have to get to the police station before they register a formal charge against Piya.”