My eyes emitted flashes of total surprise and if I had remained in that room for another few seconds only God's knows what would have happened.
I wondered why he was so angry. What have I done wrong? Was it my fault I love him? Was it my fault he didn't ask me out even when I was the most beautiful? He should have known he was the remote cause of this all because if he had asked me out and treated me properly, none of this would have happened in the first place.
The way things were going and for the words that fell from his mouth; what does he mean when he said he had gone to various police station, none of them took him serious as they think he was a drunkard? Could this mean he had been going around reporting things he was not even sure of?
No wonder I had reached home a couple of minutes later that day and I found the police waiting for me at the entrance.
"Come with us," they said softly, and they opened their mouth slowly.
