Realisation And Nurture (BOOK #2) ✔

Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Sanchi, who was on her way to Lipika Oberoi's grand estate, was warmly greeted as the rustic wooden door parted slightly. Her client's massive gallery was adorned with tall frames of antique paintings, where they were supposed to meet and discuss how they would proceed with their case.

"Welcome, Madam Investigator. . ." A soft undulating voice summoned to Sanchi as she peered through the glass opening between the door framework, anticipating Lipika's presence therein.

Sanchi passed a meek smile as she took the chair opposite Lipika and heaved a sigh. "I struc-tured the legal pro-perty papers with the help of my law-yer friend and will be submi-tting it at the court on the summ-oned date. And once we are done gett-ing the papers trans-ferred in the name of your child, we will face the me-dia in a press confe-rence."

Smoothing down her elegant off-white gown, Lipika stared into her brightly painted nails. "You know I'm just sick of living the life of a rich where I always need to appear as perfect and luxuriously flawless before the public. Nobody knows what I'm going through in life, blame it on the fake smile I carry or the mighty reputation my family occupies in the society."

Lipika's eyes were deep grey as Sanchi noticed and in those stressful ones, she could see a layer of tears emerging on their own. "We will exp-ose your family's face beh-ind the mask and you will have your free-dom. So is it the same day you're go-ing to reveal that you've giv-en birth to a baby boy?"

"Yes. . ." Lipika shook her head. "My family left no stone unturned to kill my child when they had found out I was pregnant. The day Samar died, I was told it was a plane crash but I'm sure, it wasn't."

"Are you seri-ous?"

"I overheard their conversation the same evening — my younger brother-in-law had plotted with my cunning mother-in-law and they had tampered with Samar's private jet. The moment I discovered they were also behind killing my unborn baby, I fled in the middle of the night."

"That's so gr-oss. Why wou-ld they do so?"

"Samar was my mother-in-law's stepson and she craved everything for her biological son, that is my brother-in-law Utkarsh."

"Now I under-stand."

"When my father-in-law passed away a few months before Samar's death, he had put down his will in the name of his eldest son Samar who used to run the family business with utmost dedication." Lipika sponged the tears in her eyes with a handkerchief. "When our family lawyer narrated his will later, they had expected it to be in the name of my mother-in-law but when it wasn't, they began plotting against Samar."

"Don't you th-ink it was a fault on your father-in-law's part for not spa-ring any-thing in their name?"

"Oh. . . There's a long history. . . Utkarsh wasn't his son. He was the product of my mother-in-law's extramarital affairs."

"And wh-at else?"

"So after my escape, I went into hiding and appeared in public through a video conference. I faked my accident and my doctor convinced people that I had a miscarriage. She also let people know I'll be under treatment for quite a long time since my lower limbs have also been damaged."

"That was a brill-iant idea to comp-lete the delivery pro-cess without anyone's inter-ference."

"It was and I finally returned home after one and a half years."

"Didn't your fam-ily sea-rch for you?"

"They did but as I said I was under hiding, they couldn't do much."