Sanjana's mind raced as she assessed the situation. Esha lay unconscious on the ground, but the consequences of this incident could be dire. She knew she had to act quickly and decisively to protect herself.
In a haze of panic and desperation, Sanjana glanced around the barn. She spotted an old rope hanging from a hook on the wall. It was used for tying bales of hay but could serve a different purpose now.
Sanjana's heart pounded in her chest as she quickly devised a plan. With trembling hands, she tied Esha's hands and legs securely using the rope. It was a difficult task, but she managed to immobilize her friend.
Next, Sanjana knew she had to create an alibi. She needed to establish her presence somewhere else during the time of the incident. Her mind raced, searching for a plausible solution.
Suddenly, a spark of inspiration struck. She remembered a small nearby café where she and Esha often spent their time. It was run by Mr. Kapoor, a kind-hearted man who had known them since childhood. If anyone could vouch for her, it would be him.
With a newfound determination, Sanjana gathered her belongings and carefully exited the barn. She locked the door behind her, ensuring that no one would stumble upon the scene. She took one last glance at Esha, her heart heavy with sorrow, before making her way towards the café.
Sanjana arrived at the café, her mind consumed by the events that had unfolded. She hoped that Mr. Kapoor would be able to provide her with an alibi, but she was unsure of how he would react to such a grave situation.
As she stepped inside the café, the familiar aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped her. Mr. Kapoor stood behind the counter, his eyes lighting up when he saw Sanjana.
"Sanjana, my dear!" Mr. Kapoor exclaimed, a warm smile spreading across his face. "What brings you here today?"
Sanjana tried her best to compose herself, but her voice quivered as she spoke. "Mr. Kapoor, something terrible has happened. I need your help."
Concern etched across his face, Mr. Kapoor ushered Sanjana to a quiet corner of the café. "Tell me, my dear, what's troubling you?"
With a heavy heart, Sanjana recounted the events that had transpired at Esha's farmhouse. She explained how Esha had turned violent, attacking her with a knife. In self-defense, she had used a stool to incapacitate Esha, who now lay tied up and unconscious in the barn.
Mr. Kapoor listened attentively, his expression a mix of shock and disbelief. "Sanjana, this is a grave matter indeed. We must act swiftly and ensure your safety."
Sanjana nodded, grateful for Mr. Kapoor's support. "I need an alibi, Mr. Kapoor. I need someone who can testify that I was here at the café during the time of the incident."
Mr. Kapoor pondered for a moment, his eyes scanning the café. "Sanjana, my son Ravi is currently studying law. He visits the café often, and he would be the perfect witness to corroborate your presence here. Let me call him."