Demons of the Past - III
Rishi was sitting there with his head hung down. With every word that came out of the lawyer's mouth, he cringed like he couldn't accept that he had done something that he was so ashamed of. Yet he couldn't deny his mistakes. My heart sank when I saw Rishi. I felt even worse when I saw Pratiksha flinch at her lawyer's words. She was still adamantly refusing to look at Rishi. Hell, she was not looking at any of us in the room as her eyes were still glued to the floor. Her whole demeanor screamed that she was itching to get the hell out of this room. I wouldn't be surprised if she ran out of here in a few minutes unable to stay trapped in this situation any longer.