Vows of Vengeance - "Behind the veil, secrets and revenge entwined."
"Hello"
A familiar voice spoke from the other end.
"Hello Di...di... please.. save me."
The voice quivered breaking the stillness of the night. It was her little sister and she cou...
Aradhya's grip tightened around the folder. The encrypted messages, the scripted language—it was a puzzle with missing pieces. She knew she had to tread carefully, each step bringing her closer to the truth, but also to a potential danger.
"I need you to dig deeper," she said, her voice low and urgent. "Find out everything you can about this number. I want to know who's behind it."
Hours later, as the city lights began to twinkle, Jung returned with a new set of information. "I've traced the number to a prepaid SIM card," he reported, his voice laced with concern. "It was purchased in cash, no identification."
Aradhya nodded, her expression grim. "Keep digging," she instructed. "There has to be a lead, no matter how small."
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The following morning, Aradhya decided to revisit the Diwan mansion. Something about the entire situation felt off, a dissonance that she couldn't quite pinpoint. She needed to confront Raghav and Siya once more, to see if there was anything they were hiding.
As she stepped into the opulent foyer, the atmosphere was thick with tension. The Diwan's, their faces etched with worry, were gathered in the living room. Siya's eyes, red and swollen, told a story of sleepless nights. Raghav, his usually composed demeanour replaced by a haunted look, was pacing nervously.
Aradhya walked towards them, her posture confident. "I need answers," she stated bluntly.
Raghav stopped pacing and faced her, his voice strained. "We told you everything we know. She left a letter, she's with her lover."
Aradhya scoffed. "That's what you want people to believe. But I know my sister. She wouldn't run away like that."
Siya, her voice trembling, spoke up. "I know you don't believe us, Aradhya, but we're telling the truth. Aisha was deeply in love with someone else. She couldn't go through with the wedding."
Aradhya studied Siya's face, searching for any signs of deception. There was genuine pain in her eyes, but it was impossible to tell if it was real or an act.
"Where did she meet this lover?" Aradhya pressed. "How long has she been seeing him?"
Siya shook her head. "I don't know. She never told me anything."
Aradhya felt a surge of frustration. She couldn't rely on the Diwan's for information. It was time to take matters into her own hands.
She turned to leave, but stopped at the door. "One more thing," she said, her voice cold. "If I find out you have been lying, the consequences will be severe."
With that, she walked out of the mansion, her mind racing. She had to find Aisha, no matter what it took. The pieces of the puzzle were slowly coming together, but there were still too many missing parts.
The next morning, Aradhya received a call from Jung. "I've got something," he said. "I traced the prepaid SIM card to a small shop in a suburb. The owner remembers the person who bought it. He described a man, tall and thin, with a distinctive scar on his left cheek."
