[Scene: A dimly lit room. The protagonist stands center stage, his shoulders trembling under the weight of grief. A single spotlight falls upon him. His eyes glisten with unshed tears. He clutches his chest as though holding back a storm. His voice breaks as he begins…]
PROTAGONIST (with trembling voice, almost a whisper):
They… they dare to defame me? Those wretched souls—the crooked schemer… and that damned humpback?
[He takes a step forward, eyes narrowing, voice growing fierce with pain.]
PROTAGONIST (with rising intensity):
How can I forgive him? How? Even now, I see it—the vision that will haunt me till my dying breath.
My sister… lying before me, her body cold, her face pale, robbed of every dream she once carried. And what were they doing?
[He clenches his fists, tears spilling freely now. His voice cracks with anguish.]
PROTAGONIST (shouting, in agony):
They were laughing! Laughing like villains ripped from some infernal play! His family… monsters in human form… distributing sweets, celebrating—celebrating!—as though her death was their victory.
[He falls to his knees, clutching the floor, his sobs echoing in the silence. After a long pause, he lifts his head, his voice hoarse but burning with rage.]
PROTAGONIST (with bitter scorn):
And that crook—hiding in a foreign land, pretending to be righteous. His mother—ah, that shameless woman!—once took bribes in some forgotten Indian town, fattening herself on corruption while hiding behind her husband’s rank.
[He rises slowly, his face now hardened, voice steadier but laced with venom.]
PROTAGONIST (cold, deliberate):
Do you know what my crime was? My only fault? That I saw her… yes, I saw her. In that shameful, compromising embrace with a filthy, junior official. That was my sin. The truth I carried became my curse.
[His voice grows thunderous, echoing with righteous fury. He points outward, as though addressing unseen accusers.]
PROTAGONIST (roaring):
And now—now these two devils weave lies, spreading rumors like a plague, poisoning ears and blackening souls. Not to destroy me… oh no. But to bury their own rotting sins beneath the rubble of my name!
[He collapses back into silence, chest heaving, tears mingling with sweat. Slowly, he lifts his gaze upward—half broken, half defiant. The spotlight fades, leaving him in darkness.]
[Blackout.]
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Tears in the Twilight