Prologue of my upcoming book
My Hated Love Story Prologue The Tihar Jail was waiting for me and I was sitting in the police van used to transport prisoners. It was a warm sunny day in winter. The crowd was there staring at me from outside. Some reporters were trying to ask questions but I was not interested and want to just leave the site. I want to escape the hatred which was there in the air against me. I was the villain, villain of this story, caught by the police, sentenced to life imprisonment and now waiting for going through the punishment. I was feeling deep regret today, a regret of no use today, just disgusting. Feeling deep sorrow and shameful about my existence. Suddenly I felt a jerk a man pushed a steel rod from the net of the van. It hurt me and my jaws started bleeding. Police caught that man and slapped. The hatred against me was big and people could even kill me. The doctor was there so they took him into the van for providing me with the first aid. The injury was small and my lo...