I will hang your dead body

Das sat amidst the chaos, his mind elsewhere, as drama unfolded around him. Ignoring the commotion, he reached for his mobile and opened his contact list.

With practiced ease, he navigated to Amara's contact. Just as he hovered over the call button, he paused as another thought invaded his brain.

"What's the use of contacting Amara?" He muttered to himself, his finger hesitating. "She'll undoubtedly come to the aid of this donkey," he glanced at the tall figure in groom's attire kneeling before him, "and showing mercy won't earn me any favors from her. This is merely a trivial matter in her eyes."

His thoughts wavered, and instead, his fingers swiped to another number. He dialed a member of the Farus family, Leela. Her sweet voice greeted him with a lovey-dovey tone.