Author's POV
The afternoon sun shone brightly over Rathore Mansion.
Inside Vikram Rathore's study...
An envelope lay on his desk.
No sender's name.
No address.
Just one word written in bold black letters.
"Truth."
Vikram slowly opened it.
His expression darkened.
Inside were several photographs.
Akshara and Aryan...
Inside the mansion gym.
One picture showed Aryan standing close to Akshara while talking.
Another captured Akshara looking directly at him.
From the angle...
It looked completely different from reality.
Anyone could misunderstand.
Before Vikram could say anything-
The study door opened.
Reema Bua entered with Nitya.
A victorious smile played on both their faces.
Reema Bua's POV
She folded her arms.
"Bhai Sa... maine toh pehle hi kaha tha."
Translation: Brother... I warned you before.
Vikram looked at her coldly.
"What are you trying to say?"
Reema walked closer.
"Yeh ladki seedhi nahi hai."
Translation: That girl isn't as innocent as she appears.
Nitya pretended to be shocked.
"Aryan bhai toh kabhi kisi ladki se baat bhi nahi karte..."
Translation: Aryan bhai doesn't even talk to girls...
"...aur yeh dekhiye."
Translation: ...and now look at this.
Just then...
The door opened again.
Aryan walked in.
He looked at everyone in confusion.
"What happened?"
Vikram silently handed him the photographs.
Aryan looked through them.
His face remained expressionless.
He immediately understood.
Someone had clicked those pictures deliberately.
Aryan's POV
He looked at Reema.
Then at Nitya.
Without saying anything.
Finally...
He spoke.
"Aur?"
Translation: And?
Reema blinked.
"What do you mean, 'And'?"
Aryan placed the photographs back on the table.
"Gym mein baat karna kab se crime ban gaya?"
Translation: Since when did talking in the gym become a crime?
The room became silent.
Nitya hadn't expected Aryan to defend the situation.
She quickly spoke,
"Lekin log kya sochenge?"
Translation: But what will people think?
Aryan looked at her sharply.
"Mujhe logon ki nahi, sach ki parwah hai."
Translation: I care about the truth, not what people think.
For the first time...
Nitya was speechless.
Vikram's POV
A faint smile appeared on Vikram's face.
He looked at Aryan with pride.
This was exactly the answer he had hoped for.
He turned towards the head of security.
"Check every CCTV footage."
"I want to know who entered the gym corridor yesterday morning."
"Yes, Sir."
The guard immediately left.
Akshara's POV
Meanwhile...
Akshara was in the library.
The library had become her second favorite place after the gym.
Books never judged.
Books never betrayed.
She sat near the large window reading a business strategy book.
A servant entered nervously.
"Ma'am..."
"Sir is calling everyone to the study."
Akshara closed the book.
"I'll come."
She walked towards the study without any idea what awaited her.
Author's POV
As Akshara entered...
She immediately noticed the tense atmosphere.
Vikram.
Aryan.
Dada Sa.
Dadi Sa.
Reema.
Nitya.
Everyone was present.
Vikram gestured towards a chair.
"Sit down, beta."
Akshara obeyed quietly.
Vikram slid the photographs across the table.
She looked at them.
One by one.
Her face showed no emotion.
She simply placed them back.
"I understand."
Reema smirked.
"Bas? Itna hi?"
Translation: That's all you have to say?
Akshara looked at her calmly.
"They're photographs."
"They don't tell the whole story."
Reema laughed.
"Convenient."
Translation: Convenient.
Before she could continue...
The security head entered.
"Sir..."
"I checked the CCTV."
Everyone looked at him.
"It was Miss Nitya."
Silence.
He continued,
"She asked one of the gardeners to secretly click these photographs from outside the gym window."
"And later she edited the sequence before sending them anonymously."
The room fell completely silent.
Nitya's face turned pale.
Nitya's POV
She immediately stood up.
"No..."
"He's lying!"
The guard calmly replied,
"I have the CCTV recording."
"And the gardener has admitted everything."
Vikram's expression hardened.
"Nitya."
"Is this true?"
She looked towards Reema.
But even Reema had no answer.
Author's POV
Dada Sa stood up.
His voice echoed across the room.
"Sharam aani chahiye tumhe."
Translation: You should be ashamed of yourself.
Geetanjali looked disappointed.
"Ek ladki ki izzat se khelna itna aasaan lagta hai?"
Translation: Do you think it's so easy to play with a girl's reputation?
Nitya lowered her head.
For the first time...
She had been caught red-handed.
Akshara's POV
Everyone expected her to say something.
To argue.
To scold.
To insult Nitya.
Instead...
She quietly stood up.
"I have work."
She looked at Vikram.
"May I leave?"
He nodded slowly.
"Yes."
As she reached the door...
Aryan spoke.
"Akshara."
She stopped.
Without turning around.
Aryan's voice was calm.
"I'm sorry... you had to face this because of our family."
Translation: I'm sorry... you had to face this because of our family.
The room fell silent.
It wasn't an apology for everything.
But it was...
The first sincere acknowledgment from one of the brothers.
Akshara didn't turn back.
She simply replied,
"Thank you."
Translation: Thank you.
And quietly walked away.
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