#2 in The Shaktawat Sisters | Completed
Avantika Kanwar Shaktawat x Garv Singh Chauhan
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He falls for her when his best friend mentions her name during his final year of college life. He was unaware how she looks and how she speaks until he met...
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"Avantika."
My concentration redirected to the lady standing behind my desk. "Can I have a talk with you?"
I nodded and offered Mrs. Chowdhury a seat on the empty chair next to me. She settled and her hand pulled open the zip of her handbag.
"My daughter." Tears spilled on her cheeks. "I know that wasn't suicide."
I swallowed. My hands interlocked as my gaze lowered. The culpability rushed through my body, not because I killed her daughter but due to her lonesome condition.
"Mrs. Chowdhury," I inhaled a breath. "After going through all the shreds of evidence, we found out she was a person with an unsound mind. She was undergoing therapy and, as you mentioned during interrogation, she tried to harm herself in the past too."
"But she wasn't a coward to kill herself. Did you get it?" She screamed, hitting her hand on the wooden desk, grabbing everyone's attention on us.
"Mrs. Chowdhury," I removed the lid of the glass. "Please have it." I offered, "I understand what you must be going through but-"
"You can't dismiss the case by labelling it as suicide," she cut my words sharply. Her hand placed the glass on the desk with a thud. Rohan approached us.
"Investigation department!" She spat on the floor. "That's how it works. Unnecessarily, you've stretched my husband's case for more than a year. Where is the murderer?" she yelled. Everyone abandoned their work to pay attention to us. My silent glare instructed them to concentrate on their work instead.
"Enough Mrs. Chowdhury," I finally decided not to entertain anything where I wasn't at fault. "Your daughter treated us like a puppet. Open the case. Close the case. Open the close. Close the case." She blinked hearing the truth as sharp as a knife.
"Your daughter used to undergo therapy. She used to intake anti-depression pills." I grabbed the file from the desk's corner, "See this report. Even the doctors found out she took her own life. We found a gun in her hand along with her dead body. Isn't it enough for you to believe?"
I watched her fingers hesitatingly holding the papers."About your husband's case. I burned the midnight oil to solve this case as soon as possible, only for your daughter to show up often and order us to close the same. Why? She wasn't in the mood to cooperate. Do you have any idea how my best friend lost the job in this case? Her arm is paralyzed. Can you imagine this? This department has lost its outstanding officer."
