Five AM that morning.
"Don't touch her!" A childish voice spoke, in an Indian accent.
It was sir Vikram. That was the t
He had given her the drugs and wiped her face with water. Soon Dale had gotten back her consciousness."You need to bath okay? Don't you worry about anything, you're with me now." He assured her, hands on her face and nodding at her.
Dale stared at the room for any sign of nervousness. There were no obvious indicators, she searched for the old man and then some of the men in big trousers and scarfs but none of them were around. “They have to be somewhere close.” Dale painted.
As Dale ran up the slope. She began sobbing thinking about what might have happened to Vikram. She had gotten so attached to him with the few minutes she had spent with him. He was more like a junior sibling to her now. After all he made her happy and had proved his worth as the boss he claimed to be.It was a busy night in the city of Parma or perhaps that was the case
It was wet July, how the heavy rain was that day; as if the taps in the sky had been turned on by the hand of whoever made the weather. In no time the city had become a mass of miniature rivulets. One could hardly believe that a few hours before, this same area had been completely dry. That morning water poured from the sky, deeming the sun which was struggling to come out, until the earth could absorb no more, and people thought the earth itself was now oozing water out as well. The heavy downpour blurred the windscreen of rushing drivers, parking off to avoid accidents. Daring pedestrians on large rain coats and umbrellas moonwalked through the street litter
Later that evening.Dale now wore a new cloth. A long dress and a pink jacket, with shoes to match. All these had been bought by her newly acquired friend. Dale felt she was now living the best day of her life.
With the speed of the automobile against her bare skin guarded with a jacket. The cold weather turned into a frozen zone for Dale. The far distance they rode through taught Dale that she had wandered off a hell of a distance with a boy she just met. They were now on the isolated part leading to her house, almost three poles away when Dale loosened her
Dale turned slowly, her breath increasing. She had turned to see someone flat on the mud. She couldn't recognize the figure. All she knew was that he was a human being was now in complete deformation. His pelvic joint was now pushed out and his right arm now amputated. His legs twisted in a position beyond repair. He muttered some words and was
"Look I don't have a plan. Just lead and I will follow." Dale yelled. "Don't you want to get even with the man who did that to you?" Jessy asked.