I searched for her everywhere, but still I couldn't even find her anywhere in the entire building.
'Whom are you searching for,Rina?'
'Well, have you seen any girl who is a little shorter than me, is a blonde, and has pale skin with freckles all over her face? She also has doe-shaped eyes with light green pupils.'
'Oh, are you talking about Aisha?'
'Her name is Aisha?'
'Yes, I saw her going into the staff's room with one of the professors.'
'Ok, thank you very much. I will be getting going.' and ran towards that room.
'Wait, I will be going too.'
'Can I go with you too?' asked Bhaskar while running behind me.
'Okay, come. You are already running with me.'
'Hahahahaha. Jeez.'
'Dear, it's not the time to laugh. Somebody's life is on the line.'
'What!'
'Follow me.'
(In my mind) 'I don't know what I am thinking is right or wrong. I am pretty sure she had bruises all over her body, and her shirt was torn when she was attempting suicide. That means she was either bullied or assaulted firsthand.
On the other hand,
'Aisha, What happened? Why are you scared? You even look prettier like this.'
'Leave me. If you try to touch me, I will scream. I WILL SCREAM.'
'Of course, you will scream. I will make you feel even better.'
'NO, DON'T TOUCH ME.' He grabbed her hand. 'NOOOOO! HELP!'
'Huh! You see the door. It is closed. Nobody can hear you.'
CRACK!
The door was broken open by Bhaskar.
Just as I thought. Emma started making a video as evidence of what was going on. Meanwhile, the other students noticing us running called the principal to complain about our discipline.
Without any hesitation, I straightaway went to the girl to cover her, to make her feel more secure.
'What the hell were you doing just now, Mr. Professor?'
'What—what are you talking about? Is this any way to talk with the professors?'
Bhaskar punched him straight in his face.
'I have the full proof. I took a video of you before you knew', Emma said.
'Hey, give me the phone, give me that fucking pho—' and 'crack,' Bhaskar twisted his arm, thus breaking the bone.
'What the hell is going on here?' asked the principal.
'Sir, you came at the right time. Please, watch this video, Sir', said Emma.
'What the hell! You! How dare you? Chichichi! Never expected this from you! Chi! You are fired! Come to the office! Time to go to prison.'
'No! Sir, please, please. It was not me. They photoshopped it.'
'Everything can be proved, even the fact of whether it is photoshopped or not. COME!'
'Next time, see you in the prison,' said Bhaskar with a villainous smile on her face.
The guards took him to the office.
'Are you okay, Aisha? Everything is going to be fine. Everything!'
'Thank you. Thank you for saving me from that beast. He used to harass me even in the class whenever I was in his reach.'
'It's okay. Let's go to the nurse chamber to treat your bruises. And then let's go to the cafe for nice caffeine. You like coffee, right?'
'Yes!' said Aisha with a brightened face.
(In my mind) 'Now, I can see her face properly. Yes! I have met her in my past life. As I was obsessed with the dream of becoming a pilot but couldn't be one because of my injury caused by falling from the stairs (actually pushed by Parbati during my school days), I used to visit the airport every time, watching it to take leave every day. And there was this girl who used to comfort me, and we naturally became bosom friends with each other. Later, she became a successful pilot, too.'
'What are you thinking, girl? Let's go,' said Emma.
'Yes.'
(To be continued)