At the police station

Baba looked at his son, who was blue and purple with blood on his face...There were a lot of bruises on his arm and face. The pain was painful enough

He was so distressed that he wiped his tears. His two old eyes screamed helplessness

"Officer this is a misunderstanding... My son has not done anything bad. He is innocent...Don't look into the case... It's baseless...please revoke this case...I beg you... "

The officer's brow was tight "A case that has been put on file can not be revoked by anyone who says that it can be revoked... I have no right to do so. If we want to cancel the case, we still have to investigate the specific situation of the case first, and make sure that the case has not caused great harm, the relevant personnel have no serious criminal intent and criminal behavior, do not constitute a crime, or the evidence is insufficient, we can report it to the superior for examination and approval, and then the superior can withdraw it after the approval of the superior"

Baba was stunned by his words Although he couldn't understand his words  he still understood that his son's case was difficult to cancel, so he asked timidly, "How long will it take to cancel the case?"

The police officer probably found that everything he said to the old man was in vain, and he said bluntly "Well, if this case does not constitute a crime, it will take one month at the earliest and several months at the latest. If the case constitutes a crime, there is no possibility of revocation. "

After a long time, he said "But my son really did not commit a crime"

"This case has been officially put on file. It's impossible to withdraw immediately. Go back and wait patiently for the police's investigation results."

"But my son..."

"Let us do our work old man...you can leave" and he was deliberately pushed out of the police station

He still wants to cry and make trouble, but this is the police station. He dares not, so he has to walk out

The bruised man in the lock-up lowered his head, closed his eyes, and clasped his arms. His whole body shrank tightly, not listening, not looking, not saying.

He was devastated...

After a long time, I heard Raghav say, "But my friend  really did not commit a crime..."

officer waved impatiently: "Your friend has committed a crime, not have the final say, Is the court's decision based on the police investigation results effective."

"But..."

"Look, our police officers are very busy. I have finished what I should say. It's time for you to go back."

A week rolled on and I was prohibited from meeting anyone...

One day Raghav came up from nowhere and tried comforting  "We have been trying our best but the police won't withdraw the case...though they are unable to prove that you have taken indecent photos and tried to make it viral they have strong evidence of domestic violence against you...people around your neighborhood claimed that they have eye-witnessed you hitting her badly"

Taking a long pause he said with a heavy face "It's not easy to do"

It was us who were originally a victim, of a situation of injustice and being stabbed on the back.

However, we had no way.

We really had no way but to go with her

No matter whether we were willing or not, we could only compromise and had to do it.

And when Raghav met her for negotiation she demanded divorce along with an alimony of 25 lakhs cash

To protect me Baba sold all the farms that he had in the village

This way we lost our everything

I was released...

But emotionally I was still imprisoned

I did not have any spirit to open my eyes , found that the room was dark, and then look at the mobile phone, it is nearly midnight, I slept for nearly 15 hours, touched his face, and the scum of the beard came out

My room was the jail for me

This continued for the days I didn't mind counting

I didn't want to see anyone, listen to anyone, or talk to anyone, including my father and friend

Though I always wanted to cry wanted to roar but could not utter a word...

I was so depressed that I really did not want to have anything to do with it..

People's disgust and their comments that I never heard and would never want to just kept killing me...

I was a man who would always stand on the side of truth...

I would criticize anyone who is wrong...help anyone who is wrong

I didn't cause anything wrong to anyone...

It was others who provoked me...

Cleaning up the feeling of injustice was so strong and rooted in me...alcohol became my relaxation but there was no escape to reality...

There were only silent tears deeper sadness and fear

I was even afraid of the coming tomorrow because I really did not want to go to the office and face up my colleagues

But I had to come out of my shell

Reason???

Baba...

He had only me as a reason for his survival...

I had given him enough pain

But not anymore...

I went to the office and people did their work as expected...cooking new stories

Although I knew this for a long time it made me extremely embarrassed to hear it from my own ears

"I heard he is impotent"

"True...Though he kept assaulting her she couldn't conceive that means he is definitely not a man enough"

"Some say he is gay and that's why he tortures women"

Their comments were poisonous and hard to hear that their every word felt like an invisible slap on my face

I wanted to abandon those sounds but couldn't...

Is this how people know me???..

I began developing self-doubt..

But somehow I managed to work

A few weeks passed but nothing changed...due to my emotional problems I  asked for leave many times, and even during my working hours, I was distracted, made mistakes, and became inefficient, which aroused the dissatisfaction of the senior management.

At night as soon as I closed my eyes all the laughter and comments of the people would haunt me...I was surrounded by people denouncing and cursing as if I was the worst person in this world...

I believed that as long as I worked well and was good to others people would forget my black history...after all, I am an ordinary person who is not worthy of people's attention

No matter how hard I tried and how much I fought it seemed that I could not get rid of control and torture of the so-called society

I am now used to it because as Raghav said "it's not easy to do so"

Flashback ends

She couldn't speak...

With her eyes full of tears she looked at him like a soulless doll while he just narrowed his eyes into a thin seam locking all his feelings and tears and said

"Everyone has to bear the consequences for what he has done"

Wiping her tears she asked naive

"What about the video footage??"

"The day I was arrested Yuvi deleted the video footage and never showed up"

He  bluntly answered and her heart stuck in her throat

"Probably he was scared to death thinking that  his name would be involved in the case...after all the evidence he had was illegal and a crime he had committed for which he too would have been put behind bars"

Covering up the faint disappointment he explained 

"What about her??" her voice was frightened of his reaction

"Everyone in this world uses someone to earn benefits for themselves...

It's just a small matter...

I took back my emotions and she took a large amount of cash...everyone took what they needed and left

And this is what life is"