AUTHOR POV
Niharika's career was now ruined. Whatever Niharika's company did, it was clarified on behalf of Niharika.She used to remove all this from social media. And the rest who was left, Arjun, through his contacts, convinced all the directors not to work with Niharika.
Niharika stormed into Arjun’s recording studio, her anger blazing as she marched straight toward him. Every step she took echoed with the sound of simmering fury, her eyes locked on Arjun with a suspicion so sharp it could cut through steel. The scandal that had torn through her life like a wildfire, destroying her reputation in mere hours, had Arjun’s fingerprints all over it. She was certain of it. And now, she wanted answers.
Arjun sat comfortably in his chair, surrounded by his closest friends, the atmosphere light with the sound of casual laughter. But beneath their easy banter lay something darker, more calculated—a secret they all shared. When Niharika burst in, her presence was like a gust of cold wind cutting through the warmth. The laughter ceased, replaced by a tense silence as she made her way to him.
Without hesitation, she confronted him, her voice edged with the desperation of someone whose world had been ripped apart. “Arjun, you did this, didn’t you?” she demanded, her tone laced with accusation. “You think you can win this game so easily? Let me tell you, I’m not someone who’ll back down. I’ll fight till the end!”
Her words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of her determination. But Arjun, ever the master of composure, leaned back in his chair, his expression one of mild amusement. He met her fiery gaze with a calm, almost mocking indifference.
“What are you talking about, Niharika?” Arjun asked, his voice smooth as silk, dripping with false innocence. “I haven’t done anything. How could I? I’m just a singer, after all. Why would we dare mess with such a big celebrity like you?”
Rohan, sitting closest to Arjun, picked up on the cue and leaned forward, his face etched with concern. “Niharika,” he said, his voice tinged with sincerity that was almost believable, “You must be mistaken. Arjun has been so busy with his music, he barely has time to think about anything else. Why would he ever do something to harm you?”
Kabir, joined in, his expression serious as he played his part in the charade. “Exactly. I mean, Arjun’s been working day and night on his next project. We’re all witnesses to that. And honestly, who’d be crazy enough to take on someone like you? You’ve got connections, influence… it doesn’t make sense.”
Dev, known for his ability to twist words into convincing narratives, added to the performance with a touch of flattery. “Plus, Niharika, you’ve always been so professional, so put-together. If anything, you’re an inspiration to people like us. Why would Arjun or any of us risk getting on your bad side? It’s just not logical.”
Niharika’s eyes flickered between them, her frustration growing as they wove a web of lies around her. She could see through their act, but the seamless way they supported each other made it hard to crack. Their words, their concerned expressions, all conspired to paint her as paranoid, as if the ground she stood on wasn’t as solid as she thought.
But she wasn’t entirely fooled. The tide had turned against her, and she knew it. Without proof, without something concrete to pin on Arjun, her anger and her accusations were just that—anger and accusations. And she wasn’t about to let them see just how much they’d rattled her.
Taking a deep breath, Niharika composed herself, her fury simmering beneath a veneer of icy calm. “You can all pretend innocence as much as you want,” she said, her voice steady, “but I know better. This isn’t over, Arjun. Not by a long shot.”
Her eyes burned with the promise of retribution, but her voice remained controlled, cold. She turned on her heel and walked out, her steps echoing in the silence that followed her departure. The door clicked shut behind her, leaving the room in a thick, heavy quiet.
Kabir let out a low whistle, shaking his head. “Man, she’s really lost it. You see the way she looked at us? Like she was ready to tear the place apart.”
Rohan chuckled, leaning back in his seat, the tension finally breaking as he relaxed. “She’s good, I’ll give her that. But we were better. Nice work, everyone.”
Arjun, who had been silent since Niharika’s exit, finally spoke, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. “She’s onto us, no doubt about that. But right now, she’s too shaken to do anything. We’ve got the upper hand, and we’re going to keep it that way.”
Dev grinned, the mischief in his eyes evident. “You know, I almost feel bad for her. Almost. But hey, it’s all part of the game, right?”
They all exchanged knowing glances, a silent agreement that while this round had gone in their favor, the game was far from over. But for now, they had won. And none of them had any intention of losing the next.
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