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We rushed Manya into the emergency wing, Dattatriya still carrying her with such care and urgency it made my heart twist. The moment we stepped in, the entire ER turned silent.
Doctors and nurses froze-not because of the severity of Manya's condition, but because Dattatriya Agnivanshi, the Chief Minister of Rajasthan, was in their hospital, carrying a severely burnt pregnant woman, his shirt soaked in her blood, face carved in stone fury.
"Move!" he barked, and suddenly everyone sprang into motion.
They took Manya into the emergency room, and the doors slammed shut behind them. I stood outside, my legs giving up as I collapsed on the bench. My hands were shaking, fists clenched on my knees.
But I wasn't crying anymore.
I was seething.
They were smirking.
Smirking.
As if burning her alive was a goddamn joke.
I could still hear her screams in my ears, still feel the heat from the fire, still smell the smoke clinging to my skin.
I was going to destroy them.
"Lana," I said emotionlessly, eyes staring at the floor. "What happened?"
Lana knelt beside me, bruises on her arms, her voice trembling.
"They came in saying they wanted to take Manya home, but she got scared.
She begged me not to let them touch her.
I refused. I told them she's under legal protection.
.. but then the old man grabbed the petrol can from under his coat and just-" she broke down, sobbing, "he poured it over her, and before I could scream, he lit the match. .. I-I tried to stop them-"
I placed my hand on hers. "You did everything you could."
Dattatriya sat beside me and pulled me into his arms, tight and secure. He didn't speak, just let me tremble in his hold, his palm gently cradling my head. The tears that rolled down my cheeks now weren't just angry-they were helpless, hot, and bitter.
Just then, I heard hurried footsteps and looked up. My entire family had rushed in-Papa, Bhairava, Gyan, Dyan, Utsav, even Sharaa was in Utsav's arms.
I frowned. "How did you guys know?"
Papa looked grim. "It's all over the news."
I pulled my phone out with shaking fingers, opened a news app, and there it was:
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?? brEAKING NEWS
Chief Minister Dattatriya Agnivanshi Carries Severely Burnt Pregnant Woman Into Jaipur Hospital
In an unprecedented and shocking visual captured just minutes ago, CM Dattatriya Agnivanshi was seen rushing into City General Hospital, carrying a heavily burnt pregnant woman in his arms. Eyewitnesses say the woman was screaming in agony, her body nearly engulfed in flames.
Sources reveal that the CM did not wait for any convoy or press, storming in with his own security team and demanding immediate emergency care.
The identity of the victim is unknown, but insiders report she may have been a client of Supreme Lawyer Katha Choudhury's legal firm. There has been no official statement yet.
The nation is in shock, witnessing one of the most powerful men in the country involved in such a raw, human moment.
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Comment Section:
@truthseeker44: CM carrying a burnt pregnant woman into a hospital?? What is happening?!
@rajasthan_queen_92: Omg this is why I respect Dattatriya. Man doesn't hide behind power.
@legaljunkie101: If Katha Choudhury's involved, someone's about to get legally destroyed ??
@sharmalegacytrust: This is false propaganda. CM doesn't involve himself in street cases. Stop making Sharma family look bad.
@justicemarcher: Who said anything about the Sharmas? Why so defensive?
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I clenched my jaw so hard I felt it crack.
Of course. The Sharmas were already trying to cover their tracks.
Before I could say anything else, a doctor stepped out. His face was pale, grave.
"Mrs.Agnivanshi ... CM Agnivanshi... I'm... I'm sorry..."
My heart stopped.
"The burns were third-degree... extensive. Her vitals were already failing when you brought her. The baby..." he looked away for a second, "the baby didn't survive. And... and we lost her too."
Time stilled.
The hallway became soundless.
I blinked, as if I didn't hear him right.
"No," I whispered. "No..."
"She was too far gone. I'm sorry."
I stood up slowly, eyes hollow, breath shallow. Dattatriya gripped my waist to steady me, but I couldn't feel anything.
She'd begged me to save her daughter.
She died hoping I could.
And I failed her.
But I wouldn't fail her now.
My gaze turned sharp. Ice cold.
The Sharmas were going to burn.
Not with fire.
But with justice.
And this time?
I wouldn't stop.
I wiped my tears with the back of my hand, inhaling deeply, and let my face harden into that blank, merciless mask the world feared. The Queen of Justice was back.
"Lana... file a case against the Sharmas. Dowry death, homicide, domestic violence- saara case jadd de unpe."
("Throw the entire law book at them.")
Lana stood there, watching me with wide, horrified eyes before nodding.
"Yes, ma'am. Right away."
"Ab dikhati hoon un kutthon ko- no, no... unko kutha bolungi na, kutthon ki bezati hai."
("Now I'll show those dogs-wait, no. Calling them dogs would be an insult to dogs.")
"I'll show those fuckers what happens when you mess with a woman," I spat, fire burning in my eyes.
Papa pulled me into his arms and hugged me tightly, kissing my head.
"Mera sher puttar." (My lion-hearted daughter.)
And that shattered me.
"They killed an innocent girl, Papa," I sobbed into his chest. "She just wanted her unborn daughter to be safe... she thought I'd save her. She trusted me... but I couldn't. I couldn't..."
"Shhh," he whispered, his arms like a shield. "You gave her justice, Katha. You will burn them alive in court. You are justice."
Later, we performed the final rites for Manya and her unborn daughter. I held Sheraa in my lap during the entire ceremony, his head nestled on my lap, quiet and still-as if even he was mourning.
When we returned home Arya bhabhi was on sofa waiting but dint speak, the silence of the house hit like a hammer. I collapsed onto the sofa, too hollow to feel anything. Gyan bhaiya and Dyan bhaiya sat on either side of me, both pulling me into their arms.
"Bas... ek signal de de choti," Dyan whispered, his voice trembling with rage. "Main unka har haddi tod doonga."
("Just give me one signal. I'll break every bone in their bodies.")
Gyan clenched his jaw. "Tu bas dekh... us raat ke baad woh zinda rahenge par har pal marenge."
("Just watch... after tonight, they'll be alive, but they'll die every second.")
"I want them to feel the pain Manya felt... the fear her unborn daughter felt... the fire, the betrayal," I whispered, eyes dead cold.
Finally, my family stood up to leave. Papa hugged me again, lingering longer than usual, kissing my forehead.
"I'm proud of you, always. No matter how broken, you stand tall. And that... that's my girl."
Then came Bhairava bhaiya, holding my face.
"You've never needed an army, but you've always had one. Tonight, we ride."
Dyan bhaiya wrapped me tight and murmured,
"Make them beg, little star. Make them crawl. I'll handle the rest."
Gyan bhaiya brushed my hair back.
"No forgiveness, no mercy. Just vengeance, your way."
Then Utsav, my ladla, hugged me like he'd never let go.
"You're the bravest, Katha di. The bravest. I'll hack them to dust if you even say the word."
Arya bhabhi came next, kissing both my cheeks and holding my hands.
"We lost one sister today... I won't let anything ever touch you. You're not alone."
As they all left, silence returned again, pressing on my chest like a weight.
Dattatriya walked in quietly, sat beside me, and pulled me into his arms. He kissed my head gently, his embrace strong and grounding.
"I'm here, sunshine," he whispered. "I'm not letting you go. Not now. Not ever."
I sat at my study table, surrounded by files, legal books sprawled open, and my laptop flashing witness reports and charge sheets. Sheraa was curled up beside me, his little belly rising and falling as he slept peacefully - a small spot of warmth in this chaos.
I was too focused, pen dancing on paper, when I heard the soft click of the door.
Dattatriya walked in with a tray. The aroma hit me first - my favourite comfort food. I looked up and sighed.
"No, Datta... I'm not hungry."
He didn't speak. Just walked over silently, placed the tray on the table, and sat on the chair beside me.
"Sunshine," he said softly, brushing a lock of hair behind my ear. "You've been at this for six hours straight. No breaks. No water. No food. This isn't justice, this is self-torture."
I looked at him blankly, then back at the file. "I can't stop, Datta. Not now. Not when my pen is the only sword she had left."
He gently pulled the pen from my hand and placed it aside. I frowned.
"Katha," he said firmly, eyes locked on mine. "You are not alone in this war. And you won't win it by collapsing halfway."
"I told you I'm not hungry," I whispered.
"I wasn't asking," he replied with a smirk.
Before I could argue again, he took a spoonful and held it to my lips. I sighed, opened my mouth, and let him feed me. Spoon after spoon, he stayed silent - his eyes watching me, protective and soft.
When the plate was empty, he set it aside and wiped my lips gently with a tissue.
Then he cupped my face. "Sunshine, you know right? I can make them suffer... without you even lifting a finger. Say the word - and their lives are over."
I nodded slowly, resting my forehead against his.
"I know, Datta. But I promised Manya... I told her I'd fight for her. And I will," I whispered, my voice steel beneath the sorrow. "The courtroom is my battlefield. My words are my bullets. And I'll fire every single one."
He kissed my forehead and held me tightly.
"Then I'll be the shield, Katha. You fight... I'll guard your back. Let the world come at us - we'll burn it to the ground."
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