Web of lies

2 months ago

Mikky

@MidnightLibrary

Web of lies

As Prithvi emerged from his house, his heart was racing with anguish, witnessing the pain he had caused his beloved Sanyogita. He couldn't muster the courage to face her today, fearing he would crumble under the weight of his own guilt. He had shattered the trust of his wife, deceiving her with lies and betrayal. The weight of his sin threatened to consume him.

In a desperate bid to redeem himself, Prithvi yearned to turn back time, to rewind the clock to the previous night, and undo the damage. But alas, time was unforgiving. With a deep breath, he steeled himself, determination burning within. He had to uncover the mastermind behind the sinister messages, the puppeteer manipulating his life. With a resolute stride, Prithvi set out on his quest for truth, driven by the hope of redemption and the longing to reclaim his love.

Prithvi had already set his surveillance in motion, tasking his spy to keep a watchful eye on Nishant. He had no inkling that Nishant's schemes could potentially tarnish his reputation. Confident in his own strength and influence over Sanyogita, Prithvi believed that if he were to turn his back on her, Nishant would seize the opportunity to strike.

Prithvi, leveraging his wealth and influence, has fostered a strong connection with the police commissioner, who ensures a sensitive and discreet investigation. However, Prithvi's request to the ACP to secure video footage before it tarnishes his reputation adds a layer of complexity, raising questions about his true motives and the extent of his influence over the investigation. He decided to visit the police station to check how long the matter has been solved .

As Prithvi walked in, Mohini's eyes locked onto him, her smile growing wider.

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here. The famous Prithviraj Malhotra, my hero , my inspiration ," she purred, her voice husky.

Prithvi's expression remained impassive, but Mohini's flirting didn't go unnoticed. She batted her eyelashes, her body language becoming more provocative.

"ACP, I think we have a new player in the game," Mohini said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Maybe Mr. Malhotra can get the truth out of me."

Zunaid's eyes flickered to Prithvi, a hint of warning in his gaze. But Prithvi just smiled, his eyes locked onto Mohini. "I think I can handle that," he said, his voice low and smooth.

With a curt nod, Prithvi acknowledged ACP Zunaid before turning his attention to Mohini. "Has she spoken, Officer?" he asked, his deep voice firm but controlled.

“ No Mr. Malhotra, “ ACP responded

Prithvi's eyes narrowed, his voice low and even. "Mohini, I think it's time you understood the gravity of the situation. You're not just dealing with the police; you're dealing with me. And I always get what I want."

Mohini's gaze locked onto Prithvi's, a sly smile spreading across her face. "Hey hero !! You said you loved me last night...under the influence of drugs, of course." She batted her eyelashes.

Prithvi's anger simmered just below the surface, but he refused to let it boil over. "You're lying!"

Mohini's gaze locked onto Prithvi's, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Those fiery eyes are my weakness, Prithvi," she purred. "I wish I could be your wife, tied to you forever. You could claim me with a kiss every day...like you did last night." Her voice dripped with seduction, her words laced with desire. "And who knows, maybe you'll want more. I'll give you all the pleasure you crave, freely and without boundaries. My body, my heart, my everything...yours to command."

Prithvi's face contorted in fury, his voice thundering through the room like a tempest. "Officer , treat her like your most honoured guest!" he bellowed, his words dripping with venom.

As Zunaid watched, Sonal, the female attendant, swiftly took control of the situation. With a sudden, swift motion, her hand flashed out, delivering a sharp, resounding slap to Mohini's face. The crack of the slap shattered the air, leaving a stunned silence in its aftermath. The tension was palpable, as if the very atmosphere had been electrified by the sudden outburst of violence.

The room fell silent.

the sub-inspector chuckled. " Constable Sonal, your hand is powerful! Look at her, muted after just one slap!"

The others laughed, but Prithvi's expression remained dark. Sonal approached Mohini, who slumped motionless in her chair.

"Sonal, check if she's faking it," Zunaid growled.

Prithvi even was unsure about his heartbeat as the horror worked in him

Sonal shook Mohini's shoulder, then slapped her gently on the cheeks. "Mohini, respond!" But there was no reaction.

Sonal's fingers hovered before Mohini's nostrils, then pressed her thumb against the carotid artery. Her face paled. "She's not breathing, sir! No pulse...she's dead!"

Prithvi's eyes widened, his face frozen in shock. "What? That's impossible!"

The room erupted into chaos as Prithvi's men rushed to confirm Sonal's words. Prithvi's mind reeled, his thoughts racing with the implications. How could this have happened under his watch?

……………………….

As Prithvi rushed out the door, Sanyogita's gaze fell upon his forgotten handkerchief, lying abandoned on the bed like a careless whisper. She picked it up, her fingers tracing the familiar fabric as she reached for her phone to call him back. But before she could dial his number, her mobile buzzed with a notification from WhatsApp.

With a sense of trepidation, she opened the app, her heart sinking as she clicked on the message. The ground beneath her feet seemed to shatter into a million pieces as she scrolled through the damning evidence: intimate photos of Prithvi with another woman, their bodies entwined in a passionate embrace.

Sanyogita's world came crashing down around her, the handkerchief slipping from her fingers as her mind struggled to comprehend the magnitude of her husband's betrayal. The room spun, her vision blurring as she stumbled backward, the phone still clutched in her hand, the incriminating images seared into her retina like a branding iron.

Sanyogita's eyes widened in horror as she scrolled through the incriminating photos. One picture showed her husband, Prithvi, carrying a girl in his arms in the swimming pool, both of them fully wet and entwined in an intimate embrace. The girl's arms were wrapped around Prithvi's neck, clinging to him as if they were a long-time couple.

Another photo revealed the girl hugging Prithvi tightly, her face buried in his chest.

A third picture showed the girl wrapped in a single blue towel, her radiant cleavage peeking from the upper border. She had her hands around Prithvi's neck, pulling him close, while Prithvi's arms rested on either side of her waist, their bodies pressed together in a passionate kiss.

The next photo was even more explicit, showing the girl's hand resting on Prithvi's private part. And in another, she was unzipping his pants, her fingers tracing the edge of his waistband.

Each picture was a fresh blow to Sanyogita's heart, a new wound that gashed her soul. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of despair, unable to breathe, unable to think.

Sanyogita's world shattered into a million pieces as she gazed upon the damning photos. Her eyes refused to believe the evidence before her, as if it was a macabre nightmare that she couldn't awaken from. Memories came flooding back to her, of the night she had a premonitory dream about Prithvi's infidelity. She had confided in him, tears streaming down her face, but he had laughed it off, wiping away her tears with tender kisses.

That night, he had made love to her with a fervour that had melted away her doubts and fears. And in the morning, he had written her a heartfelt apology letter, reassuring her of his devotion. But now, the photos before her revealed a sinister truth, making every breath a struggle.

Her mind reeled in horror, as she grappled with the realisation that her husband's words had been nothing but a ruse. The memories of that night, once a testament to their love, now seemed like a cruel mockery. Sanyogita's heart felt like it was drowning in a sea of despair, unable to escape the crushing weight of Prithvi's deception.

"No, Prithvi can't do this to me! It must be someone else. My Prithvi would never cheat on me. He loves me, I'm sure of it." Sanyogita's eyes welled up with tears as she tried to convince herself of her husband's innocence. But the images on her phone told a different story.

She wiped away her tears, her hands shaking as she checked the sender's identity. But it was unknown, hidden behind a veil of anonymity. Truecaller couldn't uncover the caller's real identity, leaving Sanyogita with more questions than answers.

As she struggled to come to terms with the evidence, fresh tears streamed down her face, betraying the promise she had made to Prithvi - to never let her eyes fill with tears again. Those same eyes, once bright with laughter and love, now brimmed with sorrow.

Memories flooded her mind - Prithvi making funny faces, cracking jokes, and teasing her until her stomach ached with laughter. But now, his silence was deafening. She called him, but he didn't answer. A sense of unease settled in her heart.

Determined to confront him, Sanyogita decided to visit his office. Perhaps he was engrossed in work, too busy to notice her calls. But deep down, she knew she was clinging to a fragile thread of hope, desperate to believe that her husband was still the man she thought she knew.

"I believe you, Prithvi. I trust you. You can't cheat on your, Sanyo," Sanyogita chanted to herself, a desperate attempt to convince her own doubting heart. She pulled up to the office building, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly as she stepped out of the car, ignoring the greetings of the guards.

With a sense of purpose, she rushed to the meeting room, her heels clicking on the floor. But the room lay empty, the chairs stacked neatly against the table. A hollow feeling crept up her spine as she approached the receptionist.

"Was there a meeting held today?" Sanyogita asked, her voice firm but laced with a hint of desperation.

The receptionist shook her head, "No, ma'am. No meeting was scheduled today."

Sanyogita's heart skipped a beat as she pressed on, "And what about last night? Was there a meeting held then?"

The receptionist's response was like a punch to the gut, "No, ma'am. No meeting was held last night either."

Sanyogita's eyes locked onto the receptionist's, her gaze searching for any glimmer of hope. She nodded slowly, her mind racing with possibilities. She couldn't shake off the feeling that the receptionist was unaware of the entire truth.

"How could a simple receptionist know about the meeting schedules of the entire office?" she thought to herself. "There must be more to it."

She tried to convince herself that Prithvi might have held a private meeting, or perhaps a last-minute gathering that wasn't on the official schedule. The receptionist's words seemed too simplistic, too convenient. Sanyogita's mind raced with possibilities, her thoughts a jumble of doubts and fears.

With a forced smile, Sanyogita thanked the receptionist and turned to leave, her eyes scanning the office premises as if searching for answers. Her heart refused to accept the evidence before her, and she clung to the hope that Prithvi would have a plausible explanation for everything. But the seeds of doubt had been sown, and they would continue to gnaw at her until she uncovered the truth.

She dialled Prithvi's number again, her hands trembling slightly. This time, he answered, his voice a welcome respite from the uncertainty. "Hello!"

"You forgot to take your handkerchief," Sanyogita said, trying to sound casual.

"It's fine," Prithvi replied, his tone dismissive.

Sanyogita found his voice grating, his nonchalance infuriating. "Is everything alright? You sounded a little disturbed, I guess."

"No, it's fine. Just work pressure," Prithvi said, his words dripping with insincerity.

"Okay. Where are you, btw? I'll come to give you—"

Prithvi cut her off, his voice abrupt. "In the office, in a meeting."

As she checked her phone, a notification caught her attention. WhatsApp messages from an unknown number, containing photos that made her heart skip a beat.

The call disconnected, leaving Sanyogita stunned. Her entire body felt like it had been shredded, her legs trembling beneath her. She grasped the railing in the corridor, her fortune saving her from a nasty fall.

And then, it hit her – she was pregnant. The realisation was like a punch to the gut, leaving her breathless. She was carrying the child of the man who had lied to her, cheated on her. The thought was almost too much to bear.

Sanyogita's mind reeled as she struggled to come to terms with the magnitude of Prithvi's deception. She felt like she was living in a nightmare, with no escape from the pain and betrayal that threatened to consume her.

The seconds ticked by like hours, each one a fresh blow to her shattered heart. And then, like a cruel twist of fate, her WhatsApp notification suddenly sprang to life, shattering the brief silence.

The sound pierced the air, a jarring reminder of the digital trail that had led her to this moment of truth. Sanyogita's eyes widened as she stared at the screen, her heart heavy with foreboding. What new revelation awaited her? What fresh torment would Prithvi's infidelity unleash upon her already fragile soul? With a sense of trepidation, she raised her hand to check the message, her fingers trembling with anticipation.

Sanyogita's world imploded as she watched the video clips, her heart shattering into a million pieces. Each frame was a fresh blow, a new wound that gashed her soul. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of despair, unable to breathe, unable to think.

Prithvi's lips ravaged the woman's neck, his hands roaming at her clothes with a desperation that made Sanyogita's skin crawl. His mouth traced the curve of the woman's cleavage, lingering in the valley between her breasts, as if savouring the intimacy.

The woman's eager hands reciprocated, opening Prithvi's shirt buttons with a speed that betrayed her own desire. His bare chest was revealed, a sight that should have been Sanyogita alone to behold. The images seared into her mind like a branding iron, leaving an indelible mark of pain and betrayal.

Sanyogita's eyes overflowed with tears as she grappled with the enormity of Prithvi's betrayal, her mind shattered by the sight of her husband's lips moving in sync with the words "I love you...I miss you" as he passionately kissed another woman. The video played on, a relentless tormentor, each frame a fresh dagger to her heart.

Her thoughts were a maelstrom of emotions - shock, denial, and anguish swirled together in a toxic mix that left her gasping for air, her lungs burning from the weight of her sobs. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of despair, unable to find a lifeline to cling to, unable to escape the crushing weight of his deceit.

As she watched, transfixed in horror, Prithvi's hands roamed the other woman's body, his touch igniting a fire that seemed to consume them both. Sanyogita's mind recoiled in revulsion, her heart shattering into a million pieces as she realised that every tender moment they had shared, every whispered promise, every kiss, had been a lie.

The video was a cruel mockery, a heartless expose of Prithvi's infidelity, and Sanyogita felt like she was trapped in a never-ending nightmare, unable to wake up, unable to escape the horror that had become her reality. She wished to die, to escape the agony that threatened to consume her, but her body seemed rooted to the spot, unable to move, unable to look away from the carnage that was her marriage.

…………………………………………….

Zunaid's eyes widened in horror as Sonal's words echoed through the room. "No pulse...she's dead!" He felt like he'd been punched in the gut, his mind struggling to process the sudden turn of events.

The sub-inspector's smile faltered, and he took a step back, as if distancing himself from the sudden turn of events.

Panic set in as Sonal's words hung in the air like a death sentence. The room descended into chaos, with gasps and whispers spreading like wildfire.

Another junior constable rushed to Mohini's side, their faces etched with fear and uncertainty. One of them checked her pulse again, as if hoping Sonal had made a mistake. The silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the sound of heavy breathing and murmurs of disbelief.

Sonal's face was ashen, her eyes fixed on Mohini's lifeless body. She took a step back, her hands shaking. "I...I didn't mean to," she stammered, as if fearing accusations of murder.

Prithvi's gaze remained fixed on Mohini, his expression frozen in shock and disbelief. His mind raced with questions and fears, his thoughts tangled in a web of panic. How could this have happened? What would be the consequences?

The air was thick with fear, as if everyone in the room was waiting for the other shoe to drop. The weight of Mohini's death hung over them, a constant reminder of the violence and unpredictability that had just unfolded.

He glanced at Prithvi, whose face was frozen in shock and disbelief. Zunaid's thoughts raced with questions - How could this have happened? Was it really an accident? He knew Sonal was capable of violence, but this ?

As the room erupted into chaos, Zunaid's gaze drifted back to Mohini's lifeless body. He felt a shiver run down his spine. He had seen some intense interrogations before, but nothing like this. The fear and uncertainty in the room were palpable.

Zunaid's instincts kicked in, and he took a step back, trying to distance himself from the chaos. He knew he had to think clearly, assess the situation, and figure out what to do next. But his mind was a jumble of emotions - shock, fear, and a growing sense of unease.

Zunaid's eyes met Prithvi's, and for a moment, they just stared at each other. Zunaid could see the fear and uncertainty in Prithvi's eyes, and he knew they were both thinking the same thing - this was a disaster, and it could have far-reaching consequences.

………………..

A mysterious figure, shrouded in shadows, sat motionless in front of the TV, eyes fixed on the news channel with an unnerving intensity. Weeks of anticipation had culminated in this moment, and yet, the silence was deafening. No mention of Prithviraj Malhotra's scandalous affair. A scowl crept onto his face as he clicked through the intimate videos on his phone, the sound of Prithvi's moans and whispers filling the room like a dark incantation.

"I love you... I miss you..." The words dripped with irony, fueling the figure's malevolent intentions. His eyes gleamed with malice as he watched, his mind racing with the next move. The air was heavy with tension, punctuated only by the soft hum of the TV.

Suddenly, his phone buzzed, shattering the silence. He glanced at the screen, his expression unreadable. A text message flashed: "Plan B activated. Wait for further instructions." The figure's eyes flickered back to the TV, his mind racing with possibilities. What was Plan B?

As he pondered, the news ticker scrolled across the screen, casting an eerie glow on his face. "Mysterious death in police custody: Woman dies after being questioned in connection with Prithvi Malhotra case." The figure's eyes widened, a slow, sinister smile spreading across his face. "Ah, perfect," he whispered, his voice dripping with malice. "The game is still on track."

But as he leaned forward, his eyes locked onto something that made his heart skip a beat. A small, almost imperceptible flicker in the TV screen. A message, hidden in the pixels. "Checkmate." The figure's smile faltered, his eyes narrowing as he realised he was not the only player in this deadly game.

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