THE RAJHANS SISTERS

THE UNEXPECTED

Nitya dialed Nishi's number from her office, her voice carrying an edge of urgency.

"Nishi, where are you?" she asked, tapping her pen impatiently against her desk.

"I'm at the office," Nishi replied, her tone puzzled.

"Good. And Rajat?" Nitya inquired.

"He should be at his office, but why?" Nishi asked, curiosity piqued.

"Nothing... lunch is about to start soon, right? So let's head to his office and have lunch together, okay?" Nitya suggested.

"Rajat's office?"

"Yes, I'll be downstairs in two minutes, okay," Nitya said and disconnected the call before Nishi could respond.

Nishi stared at her phone, baffled. She quickly dialed Rajat.

"Rajat, is it lunchtime yet?"

"Yes, in about half an hour," he replied, sounding distracted.

"Di and I are coming over. I don't know what's up with her, but she said we should have lunch together," she explained, trying to decipher Nitya's sudden whim.

Rajat furrowed his brow and scratched his head, the confusion clear in his voice. "Your sister wants to have lunch with us? That's not just surprising, it's strange, Nishi... she's never suggested this before."

"I know, Rajat, it feels odd to me too, but maybe she genuinely wants to have lunch with us. Anyway, I have to go now; Di must be waiting for me," Nishi said, her voice tinged with uncertainty. She disconnected the call and grabbed her purse, heading out of her office.

When Nishi reached the parking area, she saw Nitya already waiting for her in the car. She hurried over, opened the car door, and got in.

"Di, we could have gone to a restaurant... or even to Satkaar," she suggested, buckling her seatbelt.

Nitya ignored the suggestion, a tight smile on her lips. She switched on the radio, cranking the volume to a loud, pulsating beat, and started driving. The car sped up quickly, first hitting 70 km/h, then escalating to 80 km/h.

"Di, driving at such a high speed isn't good for your health," Nishi said, her worry evident. But Nitya's foot pressed harder on the accelerator, pushing the speedometer even higher.

"Di... what are you doing?" Nishi's voice trembled with fear. The world outside became a blur, and she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She kept glancing at her sister, trying to gauge her emotions, but Nitya's face was a mask of determination and simmering anger. Sharp turns came and went without any sign of caution from Nitya.

Nishi could see the rage blazing in Nitya's eyes. Panic surged within her, and she fumbled for her phone to call Rajat, hoping he could help calm Nitya down. But before she could dial, Nitya snatched the phone from her hand and threw it out the window, the device disappearing in an instant.

"Di... Di... what have you done?" Nishi exclaimed, her voice high-pitched with shock. Her eyes and mouth were wide open, reflecting her disbelief and fear. She had never seen her sister like this before.

The car continued to race down the road, and Nishi clutched the edge of her seat, feeling utterly helpless. She glanced at Nitya, her mind racing to find a way to break through to her.

They reached the office, and Nitya got out of the car. She opened Nishi's door as well and took her out, holding her wrist tightly. She almost dragged her to Rajat's office.

"Di... Di... what happened? Why are you so angry, Di?" Nishi asked, but Nitya remained silent, fuming.

When they arrived at Rajat's cabin, Nitya stormed in, still holding Nishi.