Beneath The Storm (Completed)

Chapter-91: Of Wounds, Whispers, and Redemption

The soft clinking of cutlery echoed through the quiet morning hall.

The golden sunlight spilled lazily across the dining table where Inaara and Atharv sat, finishing their breakfast.

The faint aroma of ghee-soaked parathas and fresh tulsi chai lingered in the air.

Inaara, in her soft blue morning kurti, hummed an old song under her breath as she buttered a toast.

Just then, footsteps approached.

Vihaan walked in, dressed sharply in a black blazer, his face calm but slightly rushed.

Inaara looked up, blinking in surprise.

“Vihaan? You—this early?” she asked, her tone light and teasing.

Vihaan offered a small smile, brushing a hand through his neatly combed hair.

“Good morning. Actually, we have an international meeting, so… had to drop by early.”

Atharv’s eyes narrowed just slightly, his instincts prickling.

There was no scheduled meeting.

He knew this wasn’t business—it was something more.

Something urgent.

Inaara gestured toward the table.

“Come, have breakfast with us.”

Vihaan shook his head quickly.

“Some other time, Inaara. We’re running late. Let’s go, Atharv.”

Atharv stood up, placing a gentle kiss on Inaara’s head.

“I’ll just come back, baby.” His voice was calm, but there was a flicker of tension in his jaw.

Once inside the study, the heavy door clicked shut behind them.

“Why are you really here this early?” Atharv asked, crossing his arms, voice low and firm.

Vihaan leaned against the desk, glancing toward the door.

“Avni called. Said something urgent. She’s coming now.”

Before Atharv could respond, the door swung open and Avni stepped in, clutching an iPad and a dusty old laptop against her chest.

Her face was flushed with nerves and a strange sense of hope.

“Bhai… I think I found something,” she whispered.

Both men straightened, eyes narrowing.

“What??” they asked in unison.

Avni bit her lip, sheepishly stepping forward.

“Umm… so… four years ago, I bought some hidden spy cameras. I was obsessed with detective stuff. Like, you know… Sherlock Holmes and all,” she said, her voice nervous, words tumbling.