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world. Yet his
actions are not known to most, but why would they be? Ninety-five
percent of the world’s population did not even care for the
stranger next to them. Hasini was different; she was part of the
special five percent that dreamt of making a difference in the
world. Journalism was her tool to make things right, and once
grasping hold of this story she turned all attention towards
it.

    A lot of important people turned their head
the other way when it came to criminal activity orchestrated by the
Duranji’s, but Hasini is one for the people, and she kept tabs on
all events led by the family. According to the word she received,
Miran was in Toronto. Kidnapped women were to get transported from
Canada back to India to be sold to the wealthy. Violence against
women has become a major concern in India as of late, and the
leading cause of it is because of men like Miran. The location of
the warehouse was quite sketchy, but it was her only chance to get
the job done. Catching some footage or quality pictures will put an
immense hole in the Duranji Empire.

    Driving up to the warehouse her safest way
to capture photos would be through the consuming forest. With the
time of the sky in her hands it would be easier for her to capture
everything unnoticed in the dark. Among the trees and bushes it
would be greatly difficult for one of the henchmen to notice being
documented, or so she thought. Hasini was not alone on this, she
brought along her partner Trent. However what she did not know is
that Trent was not one to trust. Miran is not someone who would
have loose ends lying around, and buying Trent’s loyalty did not
come at any difficulty.

    One flash, one flash from the camera is all
that it took for one of Miran’s henchmen to come of Hasini’s
location. “Pack everything quick, we have to get out of here,”
shouted Hasini. Trent standing motionless with his head down could
not find his words. Pulling Trent by the arm Hasini did not want to
leave without him, she knew getting caught would not end well for
them.

    “Trent we have to leave! Now! Please come!”
She screamed.

    “Hasini, I’m sorry,” replied Trent, holding
his head low in shame.

    Something was wrong and Hasini knew it;
there is no longer use in fleeing. Fate was no longer in her hands,
and with a deep exhale she closed her eyes. The aggression was
clear, but she was too consumed in fear to have a glance of her
surroundings. No future is ever clear, but they do come with plans;
the thing about plans is that they can be altered in an instant.
Pushed to her knees, she heard the cries for freedom from the women
held captive at the warehouse. With fear and sorrow striking war in
her mind the tears found its way out.

    “Open your eyes,” demanded Miran.

    Miran’s sinful being was well dissolved in
his voice. Hasini opened her eyes and was received by Miran
standing at six feet in height; bald with a heavy beard, and a
gruesome scar above his right eye his presence equivalent to that
of a monster. Behind him were about twelve henchmen who were
equally provoking fear in all. Bending down looking Hasini directly
in they eye he began to speak.

    “ Tell me, what exactly was your plan? Did
you actually think you could just walk in here, to my place and
expose my activities to the world? Do you really think of yourself
as a hero? You know, occasionally some men come along and try to be
the savior, and guess what it never works out for them. You’re the
first woman to have actually even tried to bring down the Empire
and for that I applaud you. Bravo! Hey, you know what? Take a look
to your left; you see all those women standing there chained and
beaten, were they the ones you tried to save? I want you to listen
carefully; their fate is sealed, they are going to be passed around
from man to man, generating me money and you can’t do a thing about
it! You know what you’re quite the beauty yourself, maybe you’d
like to join them?”

    “Please, I