Entangled Lives

1 months ago

Mikky

@MidnightLibrary

Entangled Lives

"Who is this Rajdeep Manohar Shukla?" Sanyogita's voice was husky from hours of crying, her words laced with a mix of anger and desperation. "Why did he send me those videos and photos?" She felt like she was drowning in a sea of questions, with no lifeline in sight.

Radhika's expression turned grave, her brow furrowed in concern. "We have to confront this Rajdeep Manohar first!" she exclaimed, her voice firm and resolute.

Sanyogita's eyes welled up with tears again, her mind racing with thoughts of betrayal and deceit. "But why did he send these to me?" she whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions.

Sanyogita's mind raced like a tempest as she pondered confronting Rajdeep Manohar Shukla. Her thoughts swirled in a maelstrom of confusion, each wave crashing against the shore of her sanity. What would she ask him? How would she confront him? The questions taunted her like a relentless echo.

Radhika's face softened, her eyes filled with compassion. "I don't know, Sanyogita. But you need to talk to Prithvi. Call him, and then meet him in person. It's the only way to get the truth." She paused, her voice taking on a gentle urgency. "Face-to-face, Sanyogita. It's the only way to clear the air."

Sanyogita nodded, a sense of determination rising within her. She would confront Prithvi, and she would get to the bottom of this twisted web of lies and deceit. No more secrets, no more hiding. It was time for the truth.

Radhika's expression turned grave, her brow furrowed in concern. "I don't know . Just call Prithvi and talk to him. It'll be better if you talk to him face-to-face."

Sanyogita's fingers fumbled as she dialed Prithvi's number, her heart racing with anticipation. But he didn't answer. The silence was deafening, punctuated only by the sound of her own ragged breathing.

Radhika, sensing her friend's turmoil, suggested, "Why don't you talk to Prithvi's PA, Arjun, first? He might know what happened last night. Think logically, Sanyo . If Prithvi was indeed trapped, as he claims, there must be evidence. Let's gather facts before jumping to conclusions."

Sanyogita considered this, her eyes narrowing like a hawk scanning the horizon. "But Prithvi's a famous businessman. These things happen at parties, right? A fleeting moment, a whispered promise, a forgotten name..." Her voice trailed off, lost in the labyrinth of her thoughts.

Radhika countered with a rational tone, "That may be true, but Prithvi's not just anyone. He's a public figure, and his actions have consequences. If he was truly trapped, he would've come clean about it. Unless... unless there's more to this story than he's letting on."

Sanyogita's eyes flashed like a stormy sea. "Exactly! That's what bothers me. The silence, the secrets, the lies..." Her voice trembled, a leaf quivering in the autumn wind.

Radhika's voice was a gentle persuasion, she placed a reassuring hand on Sanyogita's arm, a warm touch that calmed the tempest trying to calm the storm brewing inside Sanyogita. "Maybe Jiju's telling the truth, Sanyogita. Maybe he was really trapped. We don't know the whole story yet."

Sanyogita's eyes fluttered, like a bird caught in a gale, unsure which direction to fly. "But what about all the other things , Radz? The video was....!!! Sanyogita's voice choked as the scenes flashing lights in he Brian .. How can I believe him now?"

Radhika's expression was empathetic, yet encouraging. "I'm not saying it's easy, but perhaps this time is different.. "Radhika's hand grasped Sanyogita, a warm anchor in the turbulent sea. "I understand. It's natural to feel conflicted. But don't let your anger cloud your judgement. Give him a chance to explain himself, to prove his truthfulness."

Sanyogita's face contorted, like a reflection in rippling water, distorted and unclear. "A part of me wants to believe him, Radz. I Want to think that he's not cheating on me , that he's telling the truth. But another part of me is so angry... with him, with myself for believing in him again and again."

Radhika's soft voice was a soothing balm, trying to calm the tempest raging within Sanyogita. "Sanyo, listen to me. Jiju loves you with every fibre of his being. He's waited eight long years for you, sacrificing everything - his family, his home, the Malhotra Company. He's your secret lover, your college-day saviour."

Sanyogita's eyes overflowed with tears as memories came flooding back like a tornado, shattering her heart. Her voice trembled, "Then why did he lie to me, Radz? Why keep it a secret? Why let me doubt him?"

Radhika's words were a gentle plea, trying to stem the tide of Sanyogita's anguish. But the pain and betrayal Sanyogita felt seemed to swallow her whole, leaving her gasping for air.

Radhika's hand grasped Sanyogita by shoulder , a warm anchor in the turbulent sea. "Because he loves you more than himself, Perhaps he wants to shield you from pain. But you need to talk to him, clear the air. Don't let misunderstandings tear you apart."

Sanyogita's tears flowed, her heart heavy with emotion. "I don't know, Radhika.Why did he give the abortion pills to me ??why did he want to kill my baby?? I feel so hurt, so lost"

Radhika's voice was a soothing balm, calming the turbulent emotions within Sanyogita. "I don't know, Sanyo. But I'm here for you, bestie. We'll face this together." She paused, her brow furrowed in concern. "Did you think someone tampered with your medicine?"

Sanyogita's eyes widened in horror. "But how could anyone else do that? And why did they want to kill my child?" Her voice trembled, her mind racing with questions.

Radhika's expression turned thoughtful. "Perhaps some enemies of yours or Prithvi's are behind this." She hesitated, unsure of the answer.

Sanyogita's eyes narrowed, her mind racing. "Who?" she demanded, her voice firm.

Radhika shook her head. "I don't know, but we need to investigate."

Sanyogita's gaze turned inward, her thoughts consumed by the mystery. Suddenly, a name echoed in Radhika's mind. "What about Nishant?"

Sanyogita's eyes met her besties , a spark of understanding between them. Sanyogita's voice trailed off, her eyes growing wider as the name hung in the air.

"No...he's in jail...he couldn't do that," Sanyogita whispered, her mind reeling with the possibility. Her voice trembled, her eyes welling up with tears.

Radhika's expression turned grim, her jaw set in determination. "Let's rule out Nishant for now. Don't worry, Sanyo. I'm here for you." She offered a reassuring smile, trying to calm Sanyogita's frayed nerves.

Sanyogita's sob subsided, replaced by a growing sense of unease. Radhika's words had momentarily soothed her, but a new fear crept in, like a shadow in the night.

Radhika continued, her voice filled with conviction. "I believe everything will go fine. I've seen Jiju's anger, how it consumes him when someone hurts you. Remember the reception party? How furious when Rishi insulted you?"

Sanyogita's voice cracked, like fragile glass shattered by an unseen force. "Rishi???" The name echoed in her mind, a chilling whisper that sent shivers down her spine.

Radhika's eyes locked onto Sanyogita, a spark of understanding between them. "What is it, Sanyo? What's wrong?"

Sanyogita's eyes widened, her mind racing with connections. "Rishi...the party...the argument...hey Bhagwan!!! , Radz , What if...what if Rishi is behind this?"

Sanyogita's heart skipped a beat. The name echoed in her mind like a scream. Memories came flooding back - her chance encounter with Rishi on the road when she was going to ride an auto, his cryptic words, and their subsequent meeting at his house. She recalled faking a meeting with Radhika to Prithvi, their fiery argument that night, and Prithvi's heroic rescue from the Jaaga goon.

The memories crashed over her like a tidal wave, leaving her breathless. "Rishi Chawla?" she whispered, her voice barely audible, her eyes wide with shock.

Radhika's grip on her arm tightened. "Sanyo, what's going on? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Sanyogita's gaze remained fixed on some distant point, her mind reeling with the implications. "I think I know why he's doing this," she whispered, her voice laced with a mix of fear and determination.

The memories came flooding back, and Sanyogita's eyes widened in shock. "Rishi Chawla?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Sanyogita's hands trembled as she recalled Rishi's ominous words, the memory of his menacing gaze still etched in her mind. She shared every detail with Radhika, her voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid of being overheard.

Radhika's voice was a horrified whisper. "Oh my God, Sanyo! Rishi is such an awfully insane, egoistic man. Just because you rejected him, he insulted you...and now he's seeking revenge."

Sanyogita's eyes flashed with anger as memories flooded back. "Not only that, Radhika...Rishi told me that day that it was because of Prithvi that he was fired from his news company and couldn't get any job in Mumbai or outside India." Her voice trembled, her heart heavy with the weight of Rishi's vendetta.

Radhika's expression turned grim, her eyes clouding with concern. She leaned in, her voice firm but laced with worry. "This is getting uglier by the minute, Sanyo. We need to tell Prithvi about this...now." She gestured emphatically with her hands, her fingers splayed.

Sanyogita's eyes widened, her mind racing with the implications. She sat up straight, her back rigid with tension. Radhika took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling, as if calming her own racing thoughts. "Okay, I get it...Rishi was a reporter, and for him, it was quite possible to do this kind of heinous act." She shook her head, her ponytail swishing behind her.

A pause hung in the air, heavy with tension. Sanyogita's eyes locked onto Radhika's, her voice barely above a whisper. "I think Jijju is trapped..." She bit her lip, her brow furrowed.

Radhika's face darkened, her expression turning ominous. She nodded slowly, her head bobbing up and down.

"I think you're right, Sanyo." Her voice was low, laced with a hint of fear. She reached out, her hand grasping Sanyogita's arm, her grip tight.

Goosebumps dotted Sanyogita's skin, her heart racing with anticipation. She shivered, her shoulders trembling. The air was thick with tension, the silence between them speaking volumes.

************

Sanyogita's determination grew, a phoenix rising from the ashes. "I need to talk to Arjun. And then, I'll confront Prithvi. I have to know the truth." Her voice was a declaration of war, a battle cry in the darkness.

Radhika suggested calling Arjun, Prithvi's personal assistant. Sanyogita tried, but Arjun's phone was unreachable too. A sense of unease crept up her spine, like a slow-moving shadow.

With growing desperation, Sanyogita called Maya, Arjun's wife. "Hello, Ma'am, how are you?" Maya replied politely, her voice a stark contrast to Sanyogita's growing panic.

Sanyogita hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. "I was looking for Arjun. Is he available?"

Maya's response sent a chill down Sanyogita's spine. "He's at the office right now."

"Let's go," Sanyogita said, her mind racing with worst-case scenarios. She felt like she was walking into a trap, but she had to know the truth.

*************

Prithvi's mind raced, trying to find a way to contain the damage. He felt like he was drowning in a sea of troubles.

ACP Zunaid continued, "Our cyber team is working on tracking the IP address of the device used to upload the videos. We'll get to the bottom of this, Prithvi."

Prithvi's grip on his phone tightened. "How long will it take, Zunaid? Every minute counts."

"We're working as fast as we can," ACP Zunaid replied. "But I have to warn you, Prithvi, the videos are spreading like wildfire. We need to be prepared for the fallout."

Prithvi's mind raced with the implications. His reputation, his family's safety – everything was at risk.

"Keep me updated, Zunaid," Prithvi said, his voice firm. "I want to know the moment you have any leads."

"Of course, Prithvi," ACP Zunaid's reassuring voice echoed through the phone, a beacon of hope in the darkness. "We'll get through this together. We're all with you."

Prithvi's gaze lingered on the screen as he ended the call, his eyes then drifting out the window to scan the crowded streets. The city's vibrant life seemed to mock him, a stark contrast to the desolate landscape of his own life. He felt trapped in a never-ending nightmare, with no escape from the shadows that haunted him.

Zunaid's words continued to echo in Prithvi's mind, a bittersweet reminder of the fragile threads of trust that had once bound his life together. "We're all with him." But the harsh reality was that his life had lost its anchor, its sense of security shattered like fragile glass.

His love, his wife, the mother of his unborn child – their happily ever after had crumpled down into pieces, leaving only a trail of shattered dreams and broken promises. The pain was suffocating, a heavy weight that pressed upon his chest, making every breath a struggle.

As he drove through the crowded streets, Prithvi felt like a stranger in his own life, a spectator watching the world around him with a sense of detachment. The city's lights blurred together, a kaleidoscope of colours that seemed to mock him with their vibrancy. He was lost in a sea of faces, yet utterly alone in his despair.

************

As the two girls prepared to leave Sanyogita's house, the bodyguards blocked their path, their arms crossed and their expressions firm. But Radhika was quick-thinking, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. "There's an emergency at my house," she said, her voice laced with urgency. "I need Sanyogita's help, and I need it now."

Sanyogita stepped forward, her voice stern and commanding. "Let us go," she warned the guards. "If you don't, the consequences won't be pleasant. You know who I am, and you know my position in this company."

The guards hesitated, their eyes darting uncertainly between the two girls. They knew that Sanyogita was not only the wife of their boss, Prithvi, but also the half-owner of the company. They hadn't anticipated this level of determination from her, and Radhika's words had added a sense of gravity to the situation. Without another word, they stepped aside, allowing the girls to pass.

As they drove to the office, Radhika received an urgent call from her office. "I have to go, Sanyogita. I'll be on call for my meeting with the manager."

Sanyogita nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. She was alone now, with only her thoughts to keep her company. The silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the sound of her racing heart.

As she pulled into the office parking lot, Sanyogita's anxiety spiked. Something felt off. The building seemed deserted, the windows like empty eyes staring back at her.

She took a deep breath and stepped out of the car, her eyes scanning the building for any sign of Arjun... or Prithvi. But there was nothing. Just an eerie silence that seemed to swallow her whole.

Sanyogita stepped into the empty office, the eerie silence amplifying her growing unease. Prithvi's absence only added to her apprehension. As she searched for clues, her mind conjured up thriller scenarios, each one more terrifying than the last. Prithvi's pleading face haunted her, and she wondered if he was telling the truth. Was he trapped? Had he been framed?

Sanyogita’s throat builds up with emotions as the mucous plugs in her nostrils and throat. With a racing heart, Sanyogita fled the office and decided to drive back home, hoping Prithvi would be waiting. But as she navigated the city's vibrant nightlife, her world was about to be turned upside down.

*************

Prithvi set out for his house, his mind still reeling from the conversation with ACP Zunaid. The events of the day swirled in his head like a vortex, refusing to let him catch his breath. Arjun, ever the loyal assistant, offered to drive him home, but Prithvi declined, acknowledging that Arjun had already done more than enough since the previous night.

As Prithvi walked towards his house, his brain was a maelstrom of questions. The day had been a rollercoaster of suspense, anxiety, and drama, like a thriller movie playing out in his life. Every step he took seemed to lead him further into the unknown.

As Prithvi arrived at the sleek, modern building, he stepped into the private lift that would take him to his luxurious residence. The lift's soft hum filled the air as the doors slid shut, enveloping him in a cocoon of silence. With a gentle press of a button, the lift began its ascent, whisking Prithvi away to the twentieth floor.

The lift's walls were adorned with rich, dark wood paneling, and the floor was covered in plush, cream-colored carpeting that muffled his footsteps. The soft glow of subtle lighting cast a warm ambiance, a tranquil oasis amidst the chaos of the day.

As the lift climbed higher, the city outside receded, its sounds and distractions fading into the distance. Prithvi's penthouse apartment, sprawled across the twentieth and twenty-first floors, was a testament to opulence and sophistication. The multicomplex building, a towering fifty-story giant, was a marvel of modern architecture, its sleek lines and gleaming glass façade a beacon of luxury in the heart of the city.

The lift doors slid open, revealing a spacious foyer that served as the entrance to Prithvi's ultra-luxurious domain. The air was thick with the scent of polished wood and fresh flowers, and the soft hum of the lift gave way to the soothing sounds of classical music, carefully curated to create a sense of serenity.

As he headed through their private lobby The trees seemed to loom over him, casting long, ominous shadows on the floor . The wind rustled through the leaves, whispering secrets he couldn't quite decipher. Prithvi's heart pounded in his chest, his senses on high alert.

Prithvi's mind was still racing with thoughts of the videos, his reputation, and his family's safety. He was so caught up in his own worries that he didn't even notice something odd – the security guards were chatting casually, their attention diverted from the entrance.

But it was one of the bodyguards, his voice panicked.

"Sir, I'm so sorry to bother you, but we have a situation here. Madam has left the house with her friend Mrs Radhika. They said it was an emergency, but we couldn't reach you to ask permission."

Prithvi's heart skipped a beat. Sanyogita had left the house? Without him knowing? He felt a surge of worry and anger.

"What kind of emergency?" Prithvi demanded, his voice tight.

"I don't know, sir. They didn't say. But they seemed really upset. And we couldn't reach you, so we didn't know what to do."

Prithvi's mind was racing. Where had Sanyogita gone? And why? He was busy at work, but he should have been informed.

"Find out where they are and get them back here now," Prithvi ordered, his voice firm.

"Yes, sir. Right away, sir."

Prithvi's eyes scanned the surrounding area, his gaze piercing through the trees, the gardens, and the walls, as if searching for answers hidden in plain sight. The silence was oppressive, heavy with secrets untold. Where was Sanyogita? And what was going on?

Suddenly, Arjun's words hit his mind like a reminder, a whispered warning that he couldn't ignore. Perhaps he should check his house, scour every nook and cranny for a clue, a hint, a whisper of what was happening.

Prithvi's mind racing, he strode towards the security room , his footsteps echoing off the walls . He asked the security guard to show him the CCTV footage of the house, his voice firm, commanding.

The grainy images flickered to life on the screen, revealing Sanyogita leaving the house once in the morning, just after he went off to the office. Prithvi's gut twisted with unease, a cold dread creeping up his spine.

A nagging doubt crept in, insidious, corrosive. With Arjun's help, Prithvi dug deeper, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum.

Then, he recalled the scene when Sanyogita called him to ask about his handkerchief, but he had told her he was in the office. A nagging doubt crept in. With the help of Arjun he got information, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Did Sanyogita come to the office this morning?" Prithvi asked, his voice tight with anxiety.

Arjun's response was like a punch to the gut. "Yes, sir. Ma'am came looking for you in the morning, but the meeting wasn't held, according to the receptionist."

Guilt built up inside Prithvi like a stormy sea, waves of regret crashing against his conscience. He had lied to Sanyogita, telling her he was in the office when he wasn't. And now, she was gone, without a word.

Prithvi's eyes scrutinized the footage of his house, his gaze intense as he searched for any clue. And then, something caught his attention. Sanyogita had left in a hurry, forgetting to lock their bedroom door. But that wasn't the only thing that raised Prithvi's suspicions.

On the screen, a man appeared, his eyes darting nervously around the hallway before he pushed open Sanyogita's bedroom door. He looked frightened, yet his actions were laced with a sinister intent. Prithvi's heart raced as he watched the man enter the room, a sweeper in his hand.

A few moments later, the man emerged, his expression unreadable. But Prithvi's mind was racing with questions. What was this man doing in their bedroom in her absence?

Chilly shivers ran down Prithvi's spine as he thought about the possible implications. Was this man behind the replacement of Sanyogita's normal pregnancy medicine? Was he the one responsible for the mysterious events unfolding in their lives?

"Guards!" Prithvi shouted, his voice echoing through the room. "I need to know who this man is and what he's doing in my house!"

The guards rushed in, their faces alert with concern. "Sir, we'll investigate immediately," one of them assured Prithvi.

The guards rushed in, their faces etched with concern, their footsteps echoing through the room. "Sir, we'll investigate immediately," one of them assured Prithvi, their voices laced with a sense of urgency.

Prithvi's voice was stern, his words tumbling out in a rapid sequence. "Who is this boy? What was he doing in our bedroom in our absence ? Why didn't anyone inform me when Sanyogita left the house this morning? Where is Christofer?"

The men exchanged nervous glances, their eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape. One of them, his face ashen, spoke up. "He's new at work, sir. Our new gardener, Dheeraj. He's responsible for watering the plants in the morning."

Prithvi's anger was simmering, his voice rising with each question. "But what was he doing in our bedroom? Why did he enter our private space? Why did a gardener sweep our bedroom ?? Where is he?? "

The worker's voice trembled. "I-I don't know, sir. He said his mother was very sick and he had to leave early. He looked very disturbed, sir."

Prithvi's anger was boiling over, his mind racing with connections. Dheeraj, the new gardener, was the one who had entered their bedroom. The same Dheeraj who had been acting suspiciously, who had been seen with a sweeper in his hand.

Prithvi's instincts were screaming at him, saying Dheeraj was the man behind the abortion pills mystery.

Perhaps the mastermind too….

"Find him," Prithvi growled, his voice low and menacing. "I want him here, now!!"

The men scurried out of the room, their footsteps echoing through the hallway as they rushed to carry out Prithvi's orders. Prithvi's eyes narrowed, his mind focused on one thing - uncovering the truth behind Dheeraj's sinister actions.

With a heavy heart, Prithvi realised he had to confront the truth, no matter how painful it might be. He had to find Sanyogita and ask her what was going on. But as he turned to leave, he saw something that made his blood run cold…

*************

It was 10 PM, and the city's nightlife was in full swing. But little did Sanyogita know, her world was about to be turned upside down.

As she drove away, her eyes landed on a familiar figure on the way - Nishant,

“ Nishant yeh kya kar Raha hai??? " Sanyogita thought her mind got a thousand volts of shock. “ He should be behind the bar ,for the sexual harassment case "

Sanyogita's heart skipped a beat as she pulled over and followed Nishant, her mind racing with questions.

Sanyogita's eyes locked onto Nishant as he walked into the pub, his confident stride unmistakable. She pulled over, parking her car in front of the dimly lit entrance. The neon sign above the door read "Midnight Eclipse" in bold letters.

Stepping out of the car, Sanyogita's heels clicked on the pavement as she followed Nishant into the pub. The bouncer, a towering figure with a stern expression, gave her a once-over before nodding and allowing her to enter.

Inside, the pub was a labyrinth of dark corners and flickering candles. The air was thick with the smell of smoke and cheap perfume. Sanyogita's eyes adjusted slowly, and she spotted Nishant sitting in a secluded booth with Inspector Naveen the same man who had arrested him four months ago for sexual harassment. The coincidence was too much to ignore.

They were huddled in conversation, their voices inaudible over the pulsating music.

Sanyogita's curiosity was piqued. What could Nishant and the inspector be discussing? She weaved through the crowd, trying to get closer without drawing attention to herself. But the music and laughter drowned out their conversation, leaving her with only speculation.

As she watched, Nishant slid an envelope across the table, and Inspector Naveen pocketed it with a nod. Sanyogita's mind raced - was this a bribe? Was Nishant buying his way out of trouble?

Without hesitation, Sanyogita snapped a few photos of the unlikely duo, her mind whirling with possibilities. As they disappeared into a private room, the pieces began to fall into place.

She felt a surge of determination. She needed to uncover the truth behind this clandestine meeting. Sanyogita knew she had to be careful - she was playing with fire.

As Sanyogita emerged from the pub, the cool evening air enveloped her, but her mind remained trapped in a whirlwind of thoughts. The implications of Nishant's secret meeting swirled in her head like a vortex, threatening to pull her under.

She hastily dialled Arjun's number, her fingers trembling with anticipation. This time, he answered on the first ring.

"Arjun!" she exclaimed, her voice laced with a mix of desperation and urgency.

"Yes, ma'am," Arjun replied, his tone cautious, as if sensing the turmoil brewing on the other end of the line.

Sanyogita cut him off before he could apologise for missing her previous call. "Arjun, tell me the truth - was there a meeting at the office last night?" Her voice cracked, teetering on the edge of emotional collapse.

A pause hung in the air like a challenge, as if Arjun's words would be the final blow to shatter Sanyogita's composure. "Ma'am, I can't explain everything to you... but... Boss is innocent," Arjun said finally, his words dripping with conviction. "A heinous conspiracy has been hatched against him to tarnish his reputation. He was drugged last night, and we barely managed to rescue him before things spiralled out of control."

Sanyogita's world began to crumble. Each revelation from Arjun's lips felt like a sledgehammer, pounding away at her sanity. She felt her head spinning, her thoughts racing in a maddening cycle. Her breathing grew shallow, and her heart threatened to burst free from her chest.

"...even when he was lying in the hospital bed, he was only taking your name," Arjun continued, his words a gentle whisper that knocked the wind out of Sanyogita.

The ground beneath her feet seemed to shatter, leaving her suspended in a sea of uncertainty. Sanyogita's vision blurred, and her mind reeled as she struggled to process the truth. She felt like she was drowning in an ocean of emotions, with no lifeline in sight.

Arjun's voice dropped to a whisper, as if the weight of his words might shatter Sanyogita's fragile composure. "Ma'am, I have to tell you the truth... Boss was given a dose of a rape drug... he couldn't resist or defend himself during the assault." Sanyogita's breath caught in her throat as Arjun's words painted a horrific picture. "Thousands grace of God, we rescued him before things slipped beyond our grip . The doctor said it was a highly lethal dose, enough to send him into a coma or even kill him.”

Sanyogita's mind recoiled in horror, her thoughts racing with the implications. She felt like she was trapped in a never-ending nightmare, with each revelation more terrifying than the last. Her heart ached for Nishant, her husband, her rock, who had been rendered helpless by the sinister plot.

The world around her began to blur, and Sanyogita's legs felt like jelly. She struggled to stay upright, her hand grasping for anything to anchor her to reality. Arjun's voice was a distant echo, a reminder that she wasn't alone in this abyss. She forced herself to focus, to process the truth, no matter how shattering it might be.

"Who... who did this?" Sanyogita stammered, her voice barely audible over the storm raging within her.

Arjun's pause was a heavy silence, a moment of hesitation before unleashing another bombshell. "We're still investigating, ma'am... but we'll find out. I promise.”

"Ma'am, Boss asked me not to reveal anything to you, fearing you'd worry about him," Arjun said, his voice laced with a hint of apology. "And I didn't even breathe a word to Maya."

Sanyogita's eyes welled up with tears as she processed Arjun's words. She felt a mix of emotions: relief, anger, and a deep-seated fear. She took a deep breath, composing herself before disconnecting the call. "Thank you, Arjun," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

As she stood there, the photos of Prithvi with another woman, sent by a stranger, now seemed like a clever ploy to drive a wedge between them. A chilling shiver ran down her spine as she realised the true extent of their plan. They had tried to manipulate her, to break her trust in Prithvi.

Sanyogita's anger and grief simmered just below the surface, waiting to erupt. She directed her frustration at Arjun, her voice trembling with emotion.

“ Where is He ?" she demanded, her words sharp as a razor's edge.

Arjun hesitated, sensing the storm brewing within her. "The boss has left for home, ma'am," he replied cautiously, his tone measured.

Sanyogita's eyes flashed with anger, her mind racing with thoughts of confrontation. She felt betrayed, not just by Prithvi's secrets, but also by her own blindness. She had ignored her instincts, refused to listen to her inner voice. Now, she was paying the price.

Without another word, Sanyogita turned and walked towards her car , leaving Arjun to wonder what he had just unleashed.

Sanyogita's mind raced with thoughts of confrontation. She knew she had to face Prithvi, her husband, despite the turmoil that threatened to consume her. She still considered him her husband, her partner, her confidant. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't erase him from her mind, her heart..

Every cell of her body was only filled with the fragrance of his smell. Her soul , her body, her everything still belonged to him only.

***************

As Sanyogita approached her car, a crowd gathered around the TV shop's large screen caught her attention. They were transfixed by something playing on the news. Sanyogita's curiosity got the better of her, and she slowed her pace, her eyes drawn to the screen.

The headline made her blood run cold: "Prithviraj Malhotra's Secret Girlfriend Dies in Custody."

Sanyogita's legs buckled, but she grasped the car door to prevent herself from collapsing. The video playing alongside the news showed intimate moments between Prithvi and another woman. Sanyogita's world shattered around her.

Tears streamed down her face as she heard the gossiping crowd around her.

"Rich people have no character," someone said. "Why did they catch the poor call girl?

She was just doing her job." Sanyogita felt a pang of sadness and anger.

Her phone buzzed with social media notifications - memes, jokes, and comments ridiculing her husband, tagging him with filthy jokes. Sympathy poured in for Prithvi's wife, but Sanyogita knew she couldn't let the world define her.

One comment caught her eye: "His wife is more beautiful than the call girl. Poor wife." Another person wrote, "I wish his wife was mine; I'd take care of her better than this horny rich brat."

Memes:

- Image of Prithvi with a caption: "When you think you're private, but your videos are public"

- Prithvi's face with a cheesy grin and the caption: "When you're caught red-handed (or red-faced)"

- A split-screen image of Prithvi and his wife with the caption: "When your husband's private life is more public than your marriage"

Jokes:

- "Prithvi's intimate videos are more public than his company's financial reports!"

- "Who needs Netflix when you have Prithvi's private life?"

- "Prithvi's wife should get a refund on her wedding vows – 'for better or for worse' didn't include 'for public viewing'!"

- "Prithvi's private life is like a Bollywood movie – dramatic, scandalous, and public!"

- "What's the difference between Prithvi's private life and a reality TV show? Nothing!"

Comments:

- "Prithvi's secret life exposed! Who's next?"

- "Rich people, no morals!"

- "Feel sorry for his wife, but she should've known better"

- "Prithvi's wife is so beautiful , she deserves better"

- "This is what happens when you marry for money"

- "I wish I had a rich husband to cheat on me, so I could claimed substantial share of his assets in divorce settlement"

- "Prithvi's reputation is ruined, but his bank account is still intact"

- "Who's the real victim here? The call girl or Prithvi's wife?"

- "This is just the tip of the iceberg, wait for more scandals"

Sanyogita's heart ached as she read the comments, but she knew she couldn't let the world define her. She decided to confront Prithvi, to hear his side of the story. She would stand by him, fight against the sinister plots threatening to destroy their love, their marriage .

With newfound determination, Sanyogita ignited the car engine and drove towards their home.

Her husband's home.

Her home.

Her heart is heavy with emotions, her mind racing with questions. What would she find there? And what lay ahead for their tumultuous marriage?

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