Author's POV :
The conversation turned serious as Ankitha revealed what she had discovered about her cousin's true nature, and the lengths to which she had gone to destroy their bond. Revati was shocked, her eyes filling with tears as she realized the depth of the deceit that had been played on her.
Days later, the college was ablaze with whispers of a new scandal. Samay was called to the principal's office, his heart racing as he walked through the hallways. He knew the power that the Singhanias wielded, and the potential consequences of their schemes.
The principal's face was stern as he presented Samay with a damning piece of evidence - a doctored photo showing him in a compromising position with Amisha. The accusation? Cheating on a college exam. The stakes? Expulsion.
Amisha had upped the ante, planting the incriminating photo in a place where it was sure to be found, and the college's honor board had wasted no time in calling Samay in for questioning. His heart raced as he studied the image, knowing that the lie was as convincing as it was destructive. His mind reeled, trying to piece together how she had managed to frame him so effectively.
With a deep breath, Samay looked the principal in the eye. "I didn't do this," he said firmly. "I need some time to prove my innocence."
The principal, a man known for his no-nonsense approach, studied Samay for a moment before nodding. "You have three days," he said gruffly. "If you can't clear your name by then, there's nothing more I can do for you."
The moment Samay stepped out of the office, his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. He knew his father would be furious, and the weight of his family's reputation bore down on him like a mountain. As he rushed to the library to find Saanvi, his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his phone buzzing in his pocket.
It was his father, Mr. Ashok Sinha, his voice a thunderous roar over the line. "Samay, what have you done?"
Samay's heart sank. He had hoped to keep the scandal from his father, at least until he had a plan to clear his name. But now, standing in the bustling library, surrounded by whispers and glances, he knew there was no hiding the truth.
"Dad, it's not what it looks like," he said, his voice a desperate plea. "I've been framed."
But the line was already dead. Samay sank into a chair, his mind racing. His father's trust was crucial, but he knew that in the eyes of the college's elite, perception was everything. And the perception was that he was a cheater, a disgrace to the Sinha name.
Meanwhile, Mr. Ashok Sinha was indeed enraged. His fingers tapped angrily on the polished mahogany desk, the echoes of his son's words bouncing around his office. He knew the Singhanias were capable of such underhanded tactics, and he was not about to let them win without a fight. His mind raced as he began to make calls, using every contact he had to discredit the Singhanias and clear Samay's name. His heart thundered with a mix of anger and fear, but he knew he had to remain calm, calculated, and ruthless.
The whispers grew louder, the rumors spreading like wildfire through the college's corridors.
Everyone was talking about the scandal, and the Sinha family's reputation hung in the balance.
Mr. Sinha's eyes narrowed as he worked tirelessly, pulling strings and calling in favors, his network of influential friends and colleagues rallying around him like an unstoppable force. He was a lion protecting his pride, and he would not let anyone, not even his old rival's family, tarnish it.
Saanvi, however, had her own battle to fight. She knew deep down that it was Amisha and her aunt's doing, the latest move in their twisted game of power. She couldn't let them win, not without a fight. Her mind raced with the information her mother had shared, the pieces of the puzzle slowly falling into place. The Singhanias had always envied the Sihas' happiness, their love, and their friendship. Now, it was clear that they would stop at nothing to destroy it.
