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.Chapter-43. Him?!

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Tere pyar ka asar kuch aisa hai, har pal tere khayalon mein hi basne lage hain,
tere bina zindagi se koi naata nahi, tu hi meri duniya,
tu hi meri baat hai.

Ashwin's pov:

The room fell silent as Uncle Bhatra walked through the door. His presence was unexpected, and it took me a moment to process the sight of him. He looked weary and disheveled, his face lined with worry and frustration. The air seemed to thicken with tension as he stepped forward, his eyes meeting mine.

"Uncle Bhatra!" I shouted, my voice hoarse with emotion. "What's going on? Why are you here?"

He glanced at me, a flicker of guilt and sadness in his eyes. "Ashwin, Viyaan," he said, his voice heavy with regret. "I'm sorry you had to find out this way."

Viyaan looked up at him, confusion etched on his face. "You know them? Uncle Bhatra, what is this? What's happening? Are you behind this?"

Uncle Bhatra took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "There's so much you don't know," he said, his gaze shifting between us. "I've been trying to protect you from the truth, but it seems that was a mistake."

I felt a mix of anger and betrayal. "Protect us? From what? From the truth? What truth? But wait it wasn't you who killed Vikram's parents?"

Before Uncle Bhatra could answer, the man in the suit raised a hand, silencing us. "It seems there's more to this story than I anticipated," he said with a hint of amusement. "But now that we have the chance, let's get everything out in the open."

The door opened once more, and a small team of men entered, wheeling in a projector and a screen. They set up the equipment with practiced efficiency, and the room's sterile atmosphere seemed to pulse with a growing sense of foreboding.

Uncle Bhatra took a step closer to us, his face set in a grim expression. "This is not just about you or me. It's about a legacy of secrets and lies that has been buried for years."

The projector whirred to life, and images flickered onto the screen. The first images were of a well-dressed gathering—an old photograph of a celebration. People in formal attire, smiling and toasting. But the mood shifted as the images changed, showing scenes of a darker, more ominous nature: hushed conversations, shadowy figures, and a series of photographs of a young Vikram and his family.

Uncle Bhatra's voice broke the silence. "Vikram's family was involved in something far more dangerous than you knew. They were part of an underground network—a network with ties to powerful and dangerous individuals. When they tried to distance themselves, it became a threat to those in power."

I stared at the screen in shock. "What does this have to do with Tanaya? And why are we being dragged into this?"

Uncle Bhatra looked pained. "Tanaya was a casualty of a larger scheme. She was killed because she was in the wrong place at the wrong time—caught in the crossfire of a conflict that reached far beyond us. Vikram's parents were involved in trying to expose this network, and their deaths were not a coincidence."

Viyaan's eyes widened. "So it wasn't just an accident. It was an orchestrated attack?"

"Yes," Uncle Bhatra confirmed. "And now, it seems you two have stumbled into the same web of deceit. This isn't just about revenge; it's about maintaining a balance of power that's been in place for decades."

The projector continued to show more footage, detailing various meetings and exchanges between high-profile individuals. The connections were intricate, involving business deals, political corruption, and criminal enterprises.