This story will take a turn when our cute handsome business man will turn into a dangerous ...... unknowingly he kept it a secret and she finds it out
a man cloaked in the shadows of his past, his heart encased in frost. Yet, amidst his icy demeanor...
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Adrian Singhania
My phone buzzed against the mahogany desk, the caller ID glowing Private Line. Only one group used that number — my internal investigations team.
I answered, already on edge.
"Sir," the officer spoke with a grim sharpness. "Some... evidences have surfaced regarding the accident. Including CCTV footage. It was corrupted beyond recognition, but we managed to recover partial data from the drive."
I stood up, my hand tightening around the phone.
"Go on."
"We traced the footage to an old security hub near the south exit of the hill highway.
It was recorded on April 19, 2000s , just like you claimed. It showed a vehicle going off-road at high speed. But... someone tampered with the camera angles. Right before the crash, the footage glitches, then resets like it was manually looped."
I clenched my jaw.
I sat on the edge of my desk, the phone pressed to my ear, my knuckles whitening.
"Sir," the officer said, his voice steady but low. "We recovered part of the CCTV footage. It was destroyed, yes but not entirely. Our tech team managed to piece it back together. And what we found confirms your theory."
I leaned forward, heart thumping in my chest like a drumbeat in the dark.
"There was an accident on April 19, early 2000s. But there's more. It wasn't just any accident. It was planned—almost surgically executed. Someone wanted it to happen. And someone made sure no one would know."
My pulse slowed to a crawl.
"So it was murder," I murmured, more to myself than to him. "A planned accident..."
"Yes, sir. We've been questioning villagers from the area and...."
"Wait," I interrupted. "Why wasn't this in any file? No news? No reports?"
"That's the thing," he said gravely. "The records were scrubbed clean. It's like the event never existed. But the locals remember. They said the girl involved... she went missing. Some say she was adopted into a family in the city. A wealthy one."
Something cold settled in my spine.
"A girl?" I repeated.
Riya. My Riya
"Yes, sir. She survived... but only just."
I swallowed hard. My brain buzzed, thoughts racing too fast to make sense. A missing girl. An accident. April 19. Adoption.
Could she still be alive? Was she somewhere close...?
"Did anyone mention her name?" I asked, voice barely above a whisper.
