Amraha became serious for a moment, then asked the woman,
"Where is your village?"
"Yahiko," she replied quietly. "It's a small village near the railway and the forest."
Amraha let out a deep breath. "That's why no one pays attention to your people. Ever since the railway line was closed, the government stopped caring about that area. Nobody goes there anymore."
The woman nodded sadly. "All the trains became their hideouts. At first, they were only thieves, selling pieces of the trains. But when business slowed down and things started selling on license, they turned to violence. They began robbery, extortion, and ruling people with fear. They destroyed our schools and ended our children's education. Every teacher who could escape left the village. When we asked the police for help, our men were beaten instead. At first, those men were ordinary people, but then someone powerful began to support them. Guns and supplies started coming in, and after that we were too afraid to resist. We only did what they told us."
Amraha thought carefully, connecting the pieces in her mind. Those men were once ordinary people, but now they had weapons and power. The police refused to help, and their system was too strong to fight against. That could only mean one thing—someone from the police itself was supporting them, someone with a high post and great power.
Her face grew serious. ''I had to uncover the truth".
But firstly I have to stay safe this women, then, If I take her to the farmhouse, it will be dangerous. Father's meetings are often held there, and anyone could notice her. If I send her to another city, there will be no one to protect her or even look after her. What should I do? This woman was important—the only key that could bring freedom to the others.
"I can't let her die," Amraha thought. But if I bring her home, what will I tell Grandmother? And Father will only say I've brought trouble into the house. The police could not be trusted—once the case began, those men would hunt her like mad dogs. Keeping her alive is very important; and it's now my responsibility.
After a few moments of silence, Amraha pulls out her phone from the pocket of her pants, thinking about making a call. "No… maybe not. I can't tell Grandmother anything right now, she thinks. What if this woman refuses to stay with me? Then later I'll also have to face Grandmother's anger. With that thought, Amraha slips the phone back into her pocket.
"Alright! I've made a decision,"
she says firmly, turning to the woman.
"For your safety, it's necessary that you and your son stay with me in my house. And we will also file a case against those men. I'll hire the best lawyer in the city for this. Until everything is settled, both you and your son are my responsibility."
The woman, standing in front of her, lowers her gaze and replies anxiously,
"My son isn't completely well yet… and until he recovers, those men will keep troubling me. If I suddenly disappear, they will search for me like madmen."
"That is no longer your concern,"
Amraha responds with calm authority.
"Your child can be treated at my home too. Everything you need will be provided there. But I cannot leave you here any longer. What if those men try to take you away by force… or even harm your son? We won't be responsible if something happens. This is a hospital—people are constantly coming and going. It's impossible to keep you safe here."
She finishes her words with finality, knowing very well why that man had come to the hospital earlier. He wasn't here just to threaten the woman—he wanted to ensure she didn't reveal anything about them or try to seek help. He was watching her, waiting for the treatment to be over so he could take her away. But I has already thought ahead; I knows exactly what needs to be done.
"I'll go with you,"
The woman finally says, her voice trembling with fear and hope.
"But please… protect us. My son is everything I have in this life."
"I'll do everything I can. I'll take full responsibility,"
Amraha replies with quiet determination.
Amraha immediately instructs the doctors to prepare the boy for safe transfer. Under her orders, they carefully place him inside a sealed medical box, making sure no one notices what's inside. To any onlooker, it looks ordinary—the label on the box clearly states: "Medical tools for doctors' use. Unauthorized handling prohibited." The disguise is convincing enough to keep curious eyes away.
A hospital porter carries the box outside and loads it into the waiting ambulance. One of the doctors personally escorts it, places it inside, and climbs in as well. Once the van door is shut, the boy is quietly removed from the box. They immediately attach his oxygen mask and IV drip, making sure he remains stable throughout the journey.
Meanwhile, Amraha prepares the woman for her escape. She hands her a porter's uniform and makes her wear it. Covering her head with cloth, she hides her hair beneath the cap, pulls a mask over her face, and makes sure no part of her identity is not visible. With another porter walking beside her, she slips out of the hospital and heads straight to a garbage disposal van parked nearby. She climbs into the passenger seat, and within moments, the van drives away unnoticed.
A few minutes later, Amraha herself exits the hospital. Calm and composed, she gets into her own car and drives off. Behind her, the hospital ambulance follows discreetly. Several kilometers away, the garbage van pulls over at a secluded spot. The ambulance parks right beside it. The woman quickly switches vehicles, stepping out of the garbage van and slipping into Amraha's car. Together, they head home, while the ambulance continues trailing behind.
As soon as they arrive, Amraha wastes no time. She leads the woman and her child through the secondary entrance of her house and into the basement. The entire medical setup has already been prepared there. A nurse is assigned to stay on duty around the clock, while the doctor arranges all necessary equipment before quietly returning to the hospital in the van.
Before the woman can even thank her, Amraha has food sent to the room and then quietly leaves, making sure she remains undisturbed. Two guards stand watch outside at all times, part of the household security detail that monitors the property day and night. However, there are a few private rooms where they are strictly forbidden to enter—Amraha's personal quarters being one of them, a boundary she never allows anyone to cross.
.....
Grandmother sits on the sofa in her room, her legs stretched straight before her, a magazine resting in her hands. Glasses perch on the bridge of her nose, and there is a serene calmness on her face. A soft stream of light filters through the window, filling the room with a gentle glow that makes the atmosphere almost aesthetic in its stillness.
A warm, familiar voice suddenly pulls her attention away. She turns her head and finds Amraha, who walks in with a radiant smile and throws her arms around her from behind.
"What happened? Did my child's paper do well today?"
Grandmother asks, holding her arm and guiding her to sit beside her.
"My papers are always good,"
Amraha teases with a mischievous grin, "but today my happiness has a different reason…"
"What reason? Tell me,"
Grandmother asks curiously.
"Mother… if I tell you something, promise me you won't scold me or get upset,"
Amraha says, her tone half playful, half hesitant.
"You always say this after doing something reckless,"
Grandmother replies with a soft smile.
"Fine, I promise, my child. I won't say anything. I never do… now tell me, what happened?"
Her reassurance eases Amraha's hesitation a little. Still, she struggles with the decision. Should I tell her? Or should I keep it to myself? But hiding it is impossible—when her father returns home, he will find the truth anyway. Someone will tell him that Amraha has brought a woman and a small child into the house. Taking a deep breath, Amraha begins narrating every detail, word by word.
When she finishes, Grandmother looks at her intently.
"Amraha, you're studying to be a lawyer yourself. Tell me—do you think it's so easy? Do you really believe you can get justice for her in court?"
Her voice is calm but filled with concern.
"I believe I can,"
Amraha replies quietly, her eyes lowered. "With the best team beside me… and I've already given my word. I can't take it back now."
Grandmother sighs softly.
"Alright then. Don't be sad. Let me think how to handle your father—whether to tell him or… to hide it from him."
"No, Grandmother,"
Amraha interrupts gently.
"We can't hide it from him. When the case begins, he will know everything. We just have to tell him in a way that he neither refuses… nor gets angry."
"Fine," Grandmother says at last, though her expression shows uncertainty. What she will do remains unclear, but one thing is certain—she has already said yes.
....
After checking the dinner preparations, Grandmother takes a slow walk around the courtyard, her face carrying traces of thought. It's almost dinner time, she thinks. Upstairs, her son Asahi must be resting in his room after returning from the office. As always, when the family gathers, he will come down on time.
And so, right on time, Asahi descends. With his usual punctuality, he walks toward the dining table where Amraha and Grandmother are already seated, waiting for him.
"Oh?
" You're both here earlier than usual,"
He says with a pleasant smile, settling into his chair and tying the napkin neatly around his neck.
"The food looks wonderful tonight."
That is the second thing he says after sitting, but even as he compliments the meal, he notices the silence stretching across the table. The cheer he expected is missing.
He sets his spoon down and looks at his daughter.
"Amraha."
His voice is steady, but probing.
"You went to the hospital today, didn't you? How's the child condition now?"
"Yes, Dad, I went there,"
Amraha replies, her tone serious.
"The boy's condition is still critical. And those men… they were threatening his mother even there. They told her outright they would kill her son. They've already murdered her husband."
Ohh! That's Soo sad to hear,"
"And what did you do then?" Asahi asks, still calmly spooning his food.
"Did you file a case against them?"
"Not yet,"
Amraha admits honestly.
"If I had taken that stand now, those people would have come after me as well. They would have known I was supporting her, and then they might have harmed her or her son even more. That's why I didn't make a move immediately." firstly, I have to covered myself."
Asahi pauses, studying her. Then, to her surprise, he smiles.
"Smart. Not just covered but also protect, That's the kind of decision a lawyer should make—measured, strategic. You've learned well. Truly, Amraha, you're showing yourself capable of handling business too. I think the time is near when everything can be entrusted to you… I just need to test you in my own way first."
"Dad…"
Amraha lowers her eyes for a moment before lifting them again. "What I've done… you don't know it yet."
"What do you mean?"
He demands, his smile fading.
"I brought the woman home,"
she says firmly. "I've kept her and her son in our protection. When the time is right, I'll file a case against those men and expose them for what they are."
For a moment, silence grips the table. Then Asahi slams his spoon down. His voice hardens.
"Do you have any idea what you've done? Do you know who those men are, what kind of power they hold? And you—without thinking—have dragged their war right into our home! I told you, help if you must, but never bring danger upon us. And yet here you are…"
"Dad!"
Amraha rises from her chair, her own voice fierce.
"A lawyer's duty is to fight for justice. That's what I'm doing. This is my responsibility."
"Fine then!"
Asahi stands too, his face stormy. "Whatever happens now will be on your shoulders. You'll learn soon enough what arrogance costs when your enemies strike back. Remember this moment, Amraha!" With that, he turns sharply and leaves the table, his footsteps echoing through the hall. His muttered words linger in the air: "Foolish girl… fighting an enemy without even measuring their strength. She'll pay the price."
The sting of his words cuts deep. Amraha feels a wave of hurt and anger—her father has always treated her this way, never understanding, never listening.
"My child,"
Grandmother says softly, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.
"Have courage. Stand firm."
Amraha lowers her head in silence but nods once, acknowledging her grandmother's strength in place of the support she longs for from her father.