Transcendent Love (Sequel: A Namesake Couple)

Unseen Truths

Two months later

The sleek glass walls of the Siddiqui Tower gleamed under the London sun, a monument to power and secrets. Inside, the atmosphere was calm, but beneath the surface, a storm was quietly brewing. Adhya, now known as Shakti, had carefully woven herself into Imtiaz's world. She had earned his trust, and with each passing day, she moved closer to the truth. Over these months Advitya was more than just a partner—he was Adhya's anchor in a storm-tossed sea. Through every sleepless night, every whispered fear, and every hidden tear, he stood unwaveringly by her side. His strength wasn't loud or flashy; it was quiet, steady, and deeply reassuring. When doubt clouded her mind, his calm presence cleared the fog. When exhaustion threatened to break her, his gentle hands lifted her up. He never demanded more than she could give, but always gave more than she ever expected. In his eyes, she found not only love but an unshakable faith, a promise that no matter how dark the road became, she would never walk it alone. Advitya was the pillar she could lean on, the steady heartbeat in the chaos. And with him holding her, Adhya found the courage to face whatever came next.

Today, she had access to Imtiaz's private office an opportunity she'd worked hard for, using her charm and talent to become indispensable. The room was spacious and modern, filled with subtle reminders of Imtiaz's influence: expensive art, sleek furniture, and a state-of-the-art security system.

Adhya sat at the polished desk, her fingers trembling slightly as she opened a secured folder on the computer. Hidden beneath layers of encryption, she had found something extraordinary. A video file — grainy, raw, and deeply incriminating.

The video opened, revealing a dimly lit hallway, shadows creeping along cracked walls. The timestamp blinked in the corner: 12:43 AM. The night Naaz died.

Adhya's breath hitched. The footage showed two figures moving cautiously. One was unmistakably Imtiaz — tall, his posture rigid and controlled. The other was Naaz, her silhouette fragile but defiant.

The audio was faint, barely audible over the static, but the tension was palpable. They spoke in hushed, urgent tones. She strained to hear the words, catching fragments: "...can't risk it...must end...no witnesses..."

This was no ordinary recording. It wasn't something Imtiaz had kept for nostalgia or arrogance. Someone else was using it , blackmailing him. The threat had forced Imtiaz to preserve the footage as leverage, trapped in a deadly game of power and secrets.

Adhya's heart pounded. This was the evidence she had been searching for — proof of Imtiaz's guilt without a single doubt.

Suddenly, the office door clicked open.

"Adhya?" Imtiaz's voice was calm, almost too calm. She froze, the video still playing on the screen behind her.

He stepped inside, eyes sharp, searching. "What are you doing in my office?"

She forced a smile, quickly minimizing the file. "Just going over some promotional material for the upcoming shoot, sir."

Imtiaz's gaze lingered on her a moment longer. "You're very dedicated. I like that about you."

He turned away, but Adhya caught the flicker of suspicion in his eyes. He didn't know she had found the video yet but he was no fool. He suspected she was more than just a model. But for now, he was playing along, keeping his distance while watching her carefully.

After he left, Adhya exhaled deeply, the weight of the moment crashing over her.

The moment Adhya stepped into the quiet sanctuary of her apartment, the weight of the day crashed down on her like a tidal wave. The evidence—the chilling video of Imtiaz and Naaz—burned fiercely in her mind, its implications settling deep in her bones. Her legs felt weak beneath her, every step heavier than the last.