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51. WHISPERS OF LIBERATION

I'll hold you through the darkest of nights, even when the stars are gone,
Especially when the stars are gone.

Hridhaan

"Vansh, start the car," I commanded, my voice barely masking the fury that simmered just beneath the surface. I walked back towards the garage, my knuckles stark white from clenching my fists too tightly.

"Sir, but your car is..." Vansh began cautiously, but I turned my head sharply towards him.

"Vansh, is there only one car in the garage?" I asked, my tone cold and measured.

"Sorry, sir," he mumbled, quickly followed by the beep of another car unlocking. We got in without another word.

As soon as we were inside, I pulled out my phone, and Vansh handed me my laptop before starting the car.

When life feels like a mess, you start sorting it from the top

I thought, booting up the laptop. Two things sat at the very top of this chaotic mess: Avya and Arhaan at Rawal's hospital, and Vrit breaching security.

"Sir, Vrit Sir's phone is currently unreachable. We're tracing his location, but he's somehow managed to block the exact coordinates," Vansh informed me, his words pulling my frown even deeper.

What was Vrit up to, exactly?

"Keep trying. Don't stop until you get him. And dispatch some guards to follow him," I ordered, my attention shifting to the files on my laptop.

Recordings, suspicious money transfers, and that distorted video of the accident-it was all there.

If there was one common thread connecting everyone involved, it was Dr. Abhir Rawal.

I'd hated that man from the very start. If there was one thing my grandfather had taught me well, it was how to recognize monsters.

And Dr. Abhir Rawal was the worst of his kind. Something about that soulless gaze of his never sat right with me. His behavior, his blatant disregard for his own daughter-it all rubbed me the wrong way.

That's why I did something I normally wouldn't. I called in a favor from an old ally.

"Sir, Mr. Raichand is calling you," Vansh said, interrupting my thoughts as he passed me the phone.

I nodded, taking a deep breath before answering the call.

Mr. Raichand, the owner of one of the largest security firms, was a man in his thirties, but his dedication to work made him seem much older.

"Mr. Hridhaan, I've run your request through the system," he greeted me, wasting no time with pleasantries.

Time is money, and Raichand respected both equally. I could appreciate that mindset, even if his attitude grated on my nerves.

I remained silent, knowing he'd take it as a signal to continue. Words, after all, hold just as much power as time and money.

"And you were right. Dr. Abhir Rawal is hiding some serious skeletons in his closet. It wasn't easy to dig them up-he put a lot of effort into covering his tracks. But it's his misfortune that his opponent was Raichand Securities; we specialize in unearthing what people want to keep buried," he rambled, his tone laced with a hint of self-satisfaction.