MEIN HOON NA

Part 11

Rajveer entered the school premises, his expression serious as he began his investigation. As he walked through the corridors, he noticed the students looking a bit disheveled, their faces pale. He approached the headmaster, who seemed anxious.

"Sir, kya aap mujhe bata sakte hain ki yeh sab kya ho raha hai?" Rajveer asked, his tone firm yet concerned.

The headmaster sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "ACP, yeh sab kuch uss minister ke social work se shuru hua. Unhone kuch goods supply kiye the... par unka asli maksad kya hai, mujhe nahi pata."

Rajveer nodded, his mind racing. "Main in goods ko raid karne ke liye aaya hoon aur unhein forensic lab bhejne ke liye bhi."

After inspecting the supplies, he found evidence that made his blood boil. "Yeh sab kuch sirf ek bahana hai, Dayanand," he muttered under his breath. "Is baar main tujhe nahi chhodunga."

With a determined stride, he made his way to the minister's residence.

As he reached the grand entrance of the minister's home, he was greeted with a forced warmth.

"Are aao, aao, ACP! Kaise aane hue?" the minister beamed, feigning friendliness.

Rajveer's eyes narrowed. "Aapse milne ka bahana kabse dhund raha tha. Aaj mil hi gaya," he replied, stepping closer.

The minister laughed nervously. "Haan, aapko humse milne ka bahana chahiye na? Aaj kal sab kuch zaroori hai."

"Bilkul. Ab agar bina proof ke aata to maza nahi aata," Rajveer said, a hint of menace in his voice as he grabbed the minister by his collar, pulling him closer. "Chal, social work ki aadi mein apna drugs supply ka business karta hai, sharm nahi aati tujhe?"

The minister's expression faltered. "Kya sabut hai?" he shot back defiantly, though a tremor in his voice betrayed his fear.

"Jo goods tune bheje the, unse bachon ki tabiyat kharab huyi. Unke andar cocaine ke traces paye gaye," Rajveer declared, his voice unwavering. "Confession nikalwana mein toh main best hoon. Yaad hai, Dayanand Tripaathi?"

The minister paled, his bravado crumbling. "Eh ACP, tu sahi nahi kar raha... Iska bhugtan karna padega."

Rajveer scoffed, dragging him toward the police van. "Dekha jayega. Kya bigar lega tu mera?"

With that, he shoved the minister into the vehicle, the wheels screeching away toward the police station.

Two days later, as Rajveer sat lost in thought, his friend Vijay approached, noticing the tension in his demeanor. "Kis baare mein soch raha hai?" he inquired, placing a reassuring hand on Rajveer's shoulder.

"Dr. Aarohi ke baare mein," Rajveer replied, the worry evident in his voice.

"Ohoo, usi ke baare mein?" Vijay raised an eyebrow, sensing the gravity of the situation.

"Kal Dayanand ki court hearing hai. Dr. Aarohi ek mahatvapurn gawah hai, usne report banayi hai. Mujhe lagta hai, Dayanand ke log usse nuksan pahunchayenge," Rajveer explained, his expression darkening.

Vijay nodded in agreement. "Haan yaar, woh log zaroor kuch karne ki koshish karenge, taaki Aarohi gawahi na de paye."

Rajveer felt a wave of unease wash over him. "Mujhe nahi pata, ajeeb si bechaini ho rahi hai... Uska phone karke puchu kya?"

"Fikar ho rahi hai lagta hai kisi ko," Vijay suggested, but Rajveer's stern look silenced him. He gulped, sensing the tension.

Rajveer dialed Aarohi's number, but there was no answer. Moments later, his phone rang, the caller ID sending a chill down his spine.