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Shivaay sat inflexible, as the judge implored the prosecutor, in essence, his opponent lawyer to speak on behalf of his client. Though his lawyer had briefed him of the process and things that would take place in a court, he was scared of the verdict.

"Your Honour, I'm here to represent the case as my clients Oberoi brothers Mr Rudra and Mr Omkara. They have accused Shivaay Oberoi of killing their father and his uncle. Also, my clients want Shivaay to be punished severely for taking extreme steps." The prosecutor later proceeded to appraise the justice about the background story.

Later the justice asked the defence lawyer to speak his opening lines on the case.

"Your Honour, I'm here to represent from Shivaay's side, also my client. My client agrees to fire on a few bullets but they never hit Tej. My client is himself hurt with the hand fight. Also, this false accusation has triggered his mental health and we need righteousness for this, my lord." The defence lawyer, Aron Thomas conclude his opening lines and sat on the chair positioned on ovulate table.

His junior lawyer passed a small packed water bottle. He passed a smile and gulped down the content. His throat was dry as a desert with his long and high toned speech.

"Your Honour, here are CCTV clips, it's clear that Shivaay was with a pistol in his hands and pointing towards Tej." The judge bobbed his head to the prosecutor and looked at the clips displayed on the LED screen. He carefully observed each detail in it and asked to proceed.

"Prosecutor may call the accused to the witness box and enquire relevantly in regards to the case." The Justice announced.

Shivaay sceptically looked at his lawyer, who in return nodded assuring him. Annika sensing his turmoil squeezed his palms and gestured him to go bravely.

"Mr Oberoi what happened that day. How did you both turn into a heated argument?" The prosecutor raised her first question. She was taking advantage of Shivaay's nervousness and unwillingness to speak regarding the matter.

"Please brief out"

"We all were enjoying as my cousin was expecting his first child and we all were organizing for their upcoming wedding. Everyone was present in the hall and I was with my wife in our room, on the first floor when I received a call from my PI." Shivaay inhaled deeply and turned to meet his wife's teary eyes. She raised her thumbs up and smiled through her tears as he strongly spoke.

"What were you doing in your room when all were downstairs, Mr Oberoi?" The prosecutor, Valentina Henry smugly asked.

"Objection your honour. Prosecutor is entering into my client's personal space." Aron Thomas stood and glared at the prosecutor.

"Your honour, this realated ti the case" Valentina added, as the Aron interwined in between.

"Objection overruled. Please sit down let the prosecutor continue." The Justice dismissed him while banging the gavel with the wooden hammer.

"So continue Mr Oberoi." She encouraged Shivaay to speak up.

"I and my wife, Annika were taking Home Pregnancy Test. HPT." Rudra jacked up his head suddenly hearing him, he was hell nervous and confused about his steps. Was he wrong? He was rethinking and analysing again.

"My PI explained to me how my Uncle was trying to get all the shares of the industries. On my way to study I encountered him and raised questions about his deeds. Soon we were into a stronger argument, and he revealed a few things." Rudra was controlling his tears, imagining his brother's personal life spoiled. He knew he was wrong but he didn't have many options to back out. Whereas Om silently sat beside him in the spectator seats keenly listening to his words.