terrifying truth

Erwik ignored the thought for the day even though it kept bugging him.

He chooses to ignore the evening because he was tired and was sleeping like a dead man,

The next day as he woke up and experienced Bengal's sweet morning with burning heat he felt an odd feeling he never felt before on his used to humidity skin.

Since he hated wasting time, he got into his work quickly, not sparing any extra words or glance to others, he frankly found the British officers stationed here weird, ahm anyway

He was continuing his work throughout the day, commanding troops and singing papers, he got a news of a protest being held in a familiar chowk, it annoyed him to no end, but he can understand the tension emergency..

In midst of blood, gunpowder, shouts and scorching heat, the fight of dominance continues, until Erwik saw the same bright red shawl, now in a terrible state, the same man, but with fresh cuts and defiance sharper than a Turkish blade, even while bleeding that man held fierce bolder than the trenching heat, Erwik found a fire in that man's eyes, he never had before..

He felt envy.. And odd sense on controlling that fierce.. He wanted it. He wanted fear, he ordered the officer next to him "you see that red shawl? Arrest him, bring that one alive no matter what you do" the officer response with a nod as they charged to that journalist through the crowd, but

Arup ne bhi ye khel, pehle bhi khela hai

Arup didn't have fear to get caught, because he didn't have anything to lose, what can Britishers do to him? Kill him? He least cared about that, he ran in his all might to Dodge bullets and officers, until he tripped in a scheduled alley, he was feeling weak from the loose of blood and numbness of summer heat, he was slowly losing his mind, suddenly he heard the officer's voice, he quickly hid, he thought he won this take too, but not for a long time, as the officer's caught him, he ran again, barely holding onto his consciousness, until he was caught outside the chowk as he felt an officer pulling him back grabbing his hair, he didn't felt pain, he was used to it, he felt worse, defeat.

He hated the fact he got caught by a British officer, but he was too weak to react.. To fight back.. To do anything, he just felt himself being dragged by his hair, but he didn't felt an ounce of desperation or humiliation as he felt sorry and anxious eyes of his fellow mates on himself as got dragged, he's shawl suffocating him, not literally but metaphorically as it weighs his guilt and defeat, he loses his consciousness fully not knowing where he might wake up..

It a cell or directly on a execution sight.. But the future had other plans he never knew would exist..

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