“Dad, what are you doing? Please take away the gun,” Tuhin directed, his heart in in his mouth.
“No, you won’t go anywhere Tuhin. If you do, I will pull the trigger,” Tuhin’s father warned.
“Dad, believe me, I am going to save a friend of mine. She is in trouble.”
“She? Don’t tell me it is Miloni.”
“It is Miloni, dad. She is in danger and I need to rescue her,” Tuhin pleaded.
“No, if she is the same one who exposed your activities, then she does not deserve your protection. She can take care of herself. Now, you need to go back to the room or I will shoot, Tuhin.”
Tuhin was confident that his father would not shoot him so he pivoted but the bullet that grazed his leg rendered him incapable of moving forward. The pain was excruciating and he stumbled down. Giving his father a slandero
