Arranged ⁕‖ A Shreyas Iyer Fan Fic‖⁕

⁘Chapter 22⁘

Shreyas Iyer

Tara's been cooped up in her room all day, she'd taken the file and drenched it in wine and grabbed my hand to lead me out of there. I had no idea what took over her, but the girl's been hiding something. Varun didn't seem to know what it was either, which surprised me since the two of them were a 'buy one, and get another for free' type of deal.

At last, Tara was sound asleep and I had the chance to find that file. It was in the trash, stained red.

The pages were stuck together, I managed to peel them apart. My eyes skimmed over the typed words that seemed to haunt my wife. 'A police complaint' 'Assault' 'Tara Patel' 'Vijay'. 

I inhaled sharply, what the fuck was this and how deep shit is Tara in?

I managed to control my hammering heartbeat, and placed the file back where it was. The trash. Tara stirred and looked up at me through her lashes, "Shrey?"

"I'm right here," I hummed, sitting down on the mattress as it creaked underneath me. "Better be," She mumbled drowsily, and gripped my arm. A soft laugh escaped my lips and I shrugged, "I will be,"

"That's what Ajay said too," She huffed, I guess she'd had one too many of a drink. I leaned forward and placed a kiss on her knuckle, "I'm not Ajay, I consider myself a better catch then him."

She stuck her tongue out at me, I inhaled to say something but paused when I noticed that sleep was taking over her once more. "Night, Contracter Ji."

"Go away, cricketer ji." She responded instantly, even drunk and sleepy she couldn't keep that quick witted mouth of hers shut.

I pulled out my phone and did something I thought I would never do. I dialed in a number that I thought I would never use. I unblocked a person who's voice I never wanted to hear. But I was too curious and too concerned for Tara to care. Priyanka Krishnan.

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I stared out at the open green area, Priyanka fidgeting in front of me. "The information you requested." She nudged a file towards me. I bit down on my cheek to keep myself from saying something I would regret. I grabbed the file and practically sprinted out. 

"Shreyas!"

I froze, and didn't turn around but spoke up, saying the words I kept bottled up. "Priyanka, we're over. Get it into your head."

In the car, I opened the file. 'Tara Patel files an abuse and attempt of murder case against Vijay' and a 'Case mysteriously revoked after Investor dies'.

"Damn." I managed to muster out, and I turned on the engine of my car. So Tara's a victim of Abuse, but what does an investor's death have to do with her case?

Within seconds I had my answer, "Vijay had something to do with it."

I heard a honk, and the squeaking of tires. Looking up, I saw lights shining bright and heading straight for me. What-

I didn't have enough time to process what was going on, a truck was coming at me, I was in a parking lot boxed in with cars, and I was going to die.

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Whew, that was a doozy

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