Rescued Twice: A Tale of Gratitude

Loneliness within the four walls of the orphanage was a constant companion, but I found solace in singing to my friends and madams. Music became my refuge, and as my love for it grew, I dreamed of singing in the college play. With Trisha's sister directing the drama, I eagerly looked forward to the auditions.

Entering the bustling auditorium with Dev and Trisha, I felt surrounded by a carnival of melodies and performances. Various groups showcased their dance and song talents, creating an electrifying atmosphere. Trisha's sister and Tanushree, the judges, scrutinized the participants. Tanushree, known for her sharp critiques, didn't hold back in judging the freshers.

Despite the brewing nervousness, I signed up for the audition and awaited my turn. When my name was called, the anxiety within me threatened to overpower my resolve. Still, I stood strong and chose to sing the Titanic's theme song, 'My Heart Will Go On.' As I took the stage, the auditorium fell silent, and when I began to sing, the room seemed to embrace the melody. The applause from Dev and Trisha fueled my confidence, and I sensed Piyali's satisfaction with my performance.

However, the joyful atmosphere was abruptly shattered as police officers in red turbans stormed into the auditorium, transforming the lively scene into a desolate desert.

"Who is Tia Singhania here? There are charges of drug trafficking against her," they announced.

Bewildered and afraid, I responded, "Sir, I am Tia, but I don't understand what you're saying."

"Criminals always deny their crimes. You'll understand once you spend some time in jail. Constable, arrest her," the officer ordered.

Dev and Trisha came to my defence, pleading that I was innocent and questioning the veracity of the charges. However, the officer dismissed their pleas, reminding Dev to stay away from criminals and cautioning Trisha to think about her father's reputation.

I was taken into custody, consumed by fear and anxiety. The questions and threats from the police only added to my distress. I felt broken, unjustly accused without any guilt, and my fate was suddenly ruined.

Then, a glimmer of hope appeared in the form of the hostel warden, along with the two seniors who had invaded my room earlier. She falsified about acquisition against me, proved me innocent and told police officers about the incident last night. It became clear that they had falsely accused me as revenge for my complaint against them. My anger toward them mixed with the relief of escaping imprisonment.

Upon my release, I was welcomed by Trisha, whose presence brought immense happiness to my heart. However, seeing the man with her, my head seemed to spin, and I felt as though I was being struck by a thousand hammers. It was Abhishek, the same person who had publicly insulted me earlier.

My emotions were conflicted. I resented him for his arrogance, yet he had helped me not once but twice - first by saving me from the ditch and now by intervening in my arrest. Trisha explained that her father and Abhishek's father were close friends, and when she informed her father about my situation, she found Abhishek already present. Together, they unravelled the truth, proving my innocence.

Gratitude overwhelmed me as I realized the kindness Abhishek had shown. My anger melted, and I felt an unexpected sense of indebtedness towards him.

I understood that Abhishek's persona held layers beyond his initial impression. Gratitude towards him began to mend our strained interactions. As the days passed, we found ourselves sharing conversations and laughter, building an unexpected connection.

The college play auditions continued, and I was overwhelmed by the support from my friends. Trisha's sister was impressed by my singing, and she selected me for a significant role in the drama.