"Nayantara Suryavanshi attacked by some unknown people she was found unconscious in her house she's currently in coma and police is suspecting that's it's because of her rivals, updates awaited." The reporter finishes as I turned off the T.V. and slammed my fist on the desk, as if Nayan's condition wasn't enough to stress me out here these media people, I swear my hands are tied by law other wise I would've killed them all by now.

"Hello Ritwik?, I think we should investigate the crime scene one's again." I said on the call.

"Fine I'll meet you there." He replied before hanging up.

I took my car and drove off to Nayantara's house.

We started our investigation but we couldn't find anything.

As we were about to leave I paused only to find a locket in the corner of the living room.

I picked it up it was fully covered in blood.

My blood ran cold

This is my mother's

This locket belongs to my mothers but how is it even possible?

She..........

And how my mother's locket reached here?

This locket the one she used to wear daily.

But my mother.............

she died 9 years ago.

Then?

How?

I was thinking, battling with my thoughts just then my phone rang, I picked it up, it's an unknown number.

"Hello?"

"How do you feel your dear girlfriend laying in the hospital?" Came a sinister voice of a women from the other side.

"If something happens to her, I swear I'll hunt you down." I growled.

She laughed like literally laughed, I greeted my teeth, then in a low dangerously controlled voice asked.

"What the hell do you want from her? Why can't you just leave her alone?"

"Where's the fun in that? I just love to see her suffer." There was a pause before she continued. "You need to be more careful or I might just kill her one day and you can't do anything." Before I could say anything the line went dead.

Damn it

Well I don't raise my hands on a women and I don't even touch any other women who is not my Nayantara.

But-

Whoever this is if she tried touching my Nayan again I am gonna burn her alive.

I got into my car, the drive back to the police station was silent except my thoughts still fighting that what's my dead mother's locket which I never for once I saw her taking off from her neck, doing in my girlfriend's house?

Is it possible by any chance my mother had survived that day?

No it's not possible not at all I did her last rites with my own hands, and at that time the locket was in her neck, she never took it off when she was alive as my mother was a really big devotee of Shri Krishna and this locket she got it from Dwarka.

I chuckled......

But there was no humour in it,

My mother used to tell me that when she was a child since then she's wearing this locket and she never took it off even for one's.

I still remember the day my had beaten her so badly and he had snatched the locket from her and had thrown it on the floor causing it to shatter into countless pieces my mother refused to eat and sleep for 5 days straight all the time trying to fix it which never happened.

Then on the fifth day when I returned home from school my mom was so happy just like a child who got her favorite candy after days of denial, when I asked her why she's so happy all off a sudden?

She showed me the locket it was back in shape like before.

"Y-you fixed it maa?" I asked taking it from her hands into mine inspecting it was fixed with such a smoothness like it was never broken.

"No I didn't Dev." She replied excitedly.

"Then?" It's a little girl I met at the orphanage where I work, you know she was so sweet and cute."

"Which girl maa?" I asked

"Today there was a rich Politician came to the orphanage to meet the kids his daughter was also with him I was showing her around and she's such a sweet girl immediately caught that something is bothering me and then she asked me so I told her about it and she fixed this locket for me."

My car came to halt in front of the police station time to get back to work my personal life can wait but work can't.

Although I still feel sad because I never got to meet that girl who made my mother so happy, it wasn't every day I got to see my mother that happy as my father was alcoholic and abusive.

Pushing my thoughts aside I went inside sitting on my desk as I buried myself in the case file.

If I want to protect Nayantara from whoever that women trying to hurt her is, I first need to find that mysterious women.

𝘼𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧

[Ansari Nagar, New Delhi]

"Are you sure you wanna proceed with this?" He asked concern flaring across his features.

"I'm 100% sure, if I have to win I have to use his death for gaining sympathy." She replied a sinister smile grazing her lips.

"You're insane." He said shaking his head.

"I'm insane? Or the people of this country are dumb?" She replied leaning back against the pillows.

He chuckled.

"You're the first politician I've heard calling her voters dumb."

"Where's the lie?" She said raising an eyebrow.

"You seriously think that?" He asked genuinely intrigued by her instances.

"Bro don't get me started on it now mean, these people who come out fight on the basis of religion and cast and now even genders because some politician said something like serious what the hell is that a comedy show?"

She paused took a deep breath then continued.

"These people who treat politicians like some God like seriously?? They're god damn humans just like the normal people of this country. And yep how can I forget the politicians doing blah.....blah promises but never fulfilling even one of them, or do some just for show and God forbids if you say something about them their blind supporters will lable you as a terrorist."

Frustration taking over her as she sipped her chocolate milk.

"मतलब जिनसे अपना खुद का घर नही संभाला जाता वो देश संभालेंगे । Isn't that funny?"

[ "I mean those who cannot manage their own home will manage the country."]

"You're a genius." He said giving her a exasperated salute.

"Now enough of talkings, you know what you have to do next right? And make sure no one should know."

"Consider it done boss."

He left.

She took another sip, savouring the taste of the choco milk, her eyes glued to the ceiling.

A sigh escaped her lips.

"ये sypathy card खेलना इतना easy नहीँ होने वाला, but I'll get it done anyways. I'm winning this election anyhow no matter how many people I have to kill no matter how many life's I have to ruin."

["Playing this sympathy card is not going to be that easy"]

As she was thinking about her elections strategies her thoughts went straight to him.

"Poor guy, I almost feel bad about him." She said to herself a smirk playing on her lips.

[Indira Nagar, Lucknow]

"Dad how many times do I have to tell you that I don't wanna marry him or anyone else." She shouted her voice breaking slightly.

"Baccha it's for your own good please understand." Her father said his voice, desperate filled with undeniable concern.

"No. Not happening, I will rather die then marry him." She shouted and went to her room slamming the door shut, as she leaned against it her eyes tightly shut as she finally let her tears fall, memories rushed back in her mind........

Memories, she wants to burry memories she wish she could delete from her life.

She shut both her ears with her hands desperately trying to block the screams in her head.

Everyone thinks that it was just a past she should forget it and move on, from it.......

Move on??

How?

When they seem to haunt everywhere she goes?

When someone says something even politely she gets scared like that person is gonna kill her, she can't even sit around men without being scared even her relationship with her father got affected because of this.

And people tell her to move on

Better said than done

It's not the people or the SOCIETY who lived that nightmare for 2 years it was her.

She's the one who gets scared everytime she's around men, she's the one who gets panic attacks everytime someone touches her out of nowhere, it's her not the society.

"Why." A voice in her head asked.

Well this is been happening from past three years.

People say that today's generation girls fall for red flags......

What a lie they fall for those chameleons who pretend to be a green flag until they get whatever they want from you and one's they're done or in our language they're bored,

Boom........

They change their color in an instant.

Her story is the same as well, she was a lover girl one's as well.

And guess what?

That was her biggest mistake......

Women in love always turn their brains off (not all women)

Loving him was her biggest mistake.

Ever since she had vowed to never fall in the trap of love, no matter what happens

She'll never let love ruin her.

Never

Again

Wiping her tears with the back of her hand.

"No, I will not let this destroy met not anymore.