My Dream Lover

chapter 5

Aarav tried to shake off his father's grip, but it was too strong. Vijay's fingers dug deep into his shoulder, holding him in place.

"Let me go," Aarav demanded, trying to keep his voice steady.

Vijay just laughed. "You're not going anywhere," he repeated. "You're going to stay right here and do exactly as I say."

Samantha tried to intervene, but Vijay's goons moved in, surrounding her. "I don't think so," one of them sneered, grabbing her arm.

Aarav's heart raced as he realized they were trapped. His father had planned this all along, had set a trap for him.

But Aarav was not one to give up easily. He used all his strength to break free from his father's grip, but it was no use. Vijay was too powerful.

Just as all hope seemed lost, Aarav heard a noise behind him. A noise that sounded like...

"Police!" a voice shouted. "Everyone get down!"

Aarav's heart leapt with joy. The police had arrived, just in time.

But as he turned to see the officers rushing in, he saw something that made his blood run cold.

His father, Vijay Singhania, was smiling. Smiling like he knew a secret no one else did.

And then, Aarav realized the horrifying truth. The police were not there to save him. They were there to arrest him.

For a crime he did not commit.
Picking up where we left off:

Chapter 5: The Trap (continued)

Aarav's eyes widened in shock as the police officers closed in on him. "What's going on?" he demanded. "I didn't do anything!"

Vijay's smile grew wider. "Oh, but you did, Aarav," he said. "You see, I've been planning this for a long time. And now, it's time for you to pay the price."

The officers handcuffed Aarav, reading him his rights. Samantha struggled against her own restraints, shouting protests.

"This is a setup!" she cried. "Aarav, don't say anything!"

But Aarav was stunned, unable to process what was happening. He was dragged away, thrown into a police car, and driven off into the night.

As he sat in the darkness, he realized the true extent of his father's plan. Vijay had framed him, used his own son as a pawn in his game of power and deceit.

Aarav's heart burned with anger and betrayal. He vowed to clear his name, to bring his father down and expose the truth.

But for now, he was trapped, a prisoner of his father's twisted scheme.

Aarav sat in his cell, trying to make sense of the events that had led him here. He knew he was innocent, but the evidence against him seemed overwhelming.

As he pondered his situation, a figure appeared in the shadows. It was a woman, dressed in a suit, with a look of determination on her face.

"Who are you?" Aarav asked, wary.

"My name is Agent Rachel," she replied. "I'm with the FBI. And I'm here to tell you that your father's empire is just the tip of the iceberg."

Aarav's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"

Rachel leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper. "Vijay Singhania is part of a larger conspiracy, one that goes all the way to the top. And you, Aarav, are just a small part of it."

Aarav's mind reeled as Rachel revealed more details. A web of corruption and deceit that spanned industries and governments.

But why was he involved? And how could he clear his name?