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 lower jaw was bleeding, over which the doctor put a bandage to prevent further bleeding. After providing me with the first aid the doctor was out again.
The van was started now, the driver was in and we were ready to go. I was to be imprisoned in Tihar the famous jail in India. All the cops were seated by my side and in front of me. They were doing their job of transporting me safely to Tihar. Now van started running in between some people pelted stones on it. The van now left the court premises and proceeded towards Tihar. I felt somewhat relieved but not from deep within. My deep within was still feeling a deep sorrow. A brilliant scholar is going to jail because of his rotten manly instinct. I spoiled my everything, my career, my life, my present, my future just because of human slavery of cultural instincts. 

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