13-06-2025, 07:58 PM
Chapter- 9
Hearing the car sound, he looked out the window and saw Kavya stepping out. She quietly walked into the villa.
Balraj watched her for a moment, concern flickering in his eyes. Where had she been all night? he wondered. And why did her face look so dull, so tired?
Kavya went into her room and quietly locked the door behind her. Without even bothering to change out of her saree, she walked straight into the bathroom.
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The cold tiles sent a shiver up her spine, but she didn’t care. She turned on the shower, letting the water crash down over her.
And then, the tears came.
Pressed against the wall, her body trembling, she cried silently at first, then uncontrollably. The sound of the water masked her sobs, but nothing could hide the ache in her chest.
Her mascara ran in dark streaks, mixing with the water as it fell to the floor, her saree clinging heavily to her like the weight she was carrying inside.
She didn’t know how long she stood there minutes, maybe hours. Time didn’t matter.
Only the pain did.
9:00 AM – security officer Station
Kavya’s car rolled into the parking lot of the city station. She stepped out, straightened her uniform, and took a long breath. Her mind wasn’t where it should be.
Her thoughts pulled in two directions:
The confusion and guilt from last night with Vivek Sharma, a moment she didn’t fully understand or plan and now regretted.
The betrayal she feared from Rakhul, the man she had loved deeply, now tangled with another woman Rekha Sharma, whose connection to the unfolding case was more than personal.
By the time she reached her desk, it was already 9:45 AM. Files lay untouched. Reports from junior officers were waiting. But she barely heard them.
At 12:15 PM, her phone buzzed.
Message from Vivek Sharma:
"Hey Kavya… last night was unforgettable. You’re something else."
Her heart sank. She stared at the screen, unmoving. Her hands slowly curled into fists.
She didn’t reply.
Five minutes later, her phone rang.
Vivek Sharma.
She sighed deeply, clenched her jaw, and made a quick decision.
She couldn’t show weakness. She couldn’t lose control.
She answered, calm but cold. “Yes, Mr. Sharma?”
“Come on, Kavya. You’re acting like a stranger now?” His voice was casual, playful, but with an edge the kind of tone that tested boundaries.
She kept her tone professionally. “I’m in office hours, Mr. Sharma. If there’s something official, you can send it through the proper channel.”
He chuckled. “So formal today. Wasn’t so formal last night…”
Kavya didn’t flinch. “Let’s not mix personal and professional. You’re a respected politician. I’m an officer. Let’s keep it that way.”
Silence. Then, he laughed again but this time it was thinner, sharper. “You’re clever, Kavya. I like that. But remember… we both shared something real. Don’t pretend otherwise.”
She didn’t respond. She cut the call. But she knew this wasn’t over.
Vivek Sharma wasn’t the type to step back easily. And now, she had two storms to face: one in her home, and one in the city’s shadows,
A few days passed.
Kavya stood at the large window in her office, watching traffic move below. Her eyes were sharp again, not clouded by guilt or grief anymore. She had decided.
"Enough of emotional chaos. Rakhul. Vivek. The whispers. The distractions. It’s time to return to what I’m here for."
Her mind refocused like a weapon. The elections were just two months away, and pressure was building fast. The Home Secretary had already hinted during an encrypted call: “We need a strategic impact in the city. Something big. Something clean. If Gajendar Singh slips, the party wins.”
Kavya knew what that meant: They needed her to crack open a case big enough to shake public opinion, and Gajendar Singh was the obvious mark.
She opened the special surveillance folder on her encrypted tablet a file titled “OPERATION GS”. Dozens of shadow cases, old missing people, bribery allegations, and illegal land deals. All incomplete. All buried.
But no convictions. “He’s not clean,” she whispered. “He’s just careful.”
She called Inspector Chandan, her most trusted officer.
“Get me every document, every whisper about Gajendar Singh from the last 5 years especially the ones that were never followed up. I want witnesses, dismissed officers, and retracted complaints. Everything.”
Chandan nodded. “And his current allies?”
Kavya replied coldly, “Start with the people who affected by Gajendar Singh,
Hearing the car sound, he looked out the window and saw Kavya stepping out. She quietly walked into the villa.
Balraj watched her for a moment, concern flickering in his eyes. Where had she been all night? he wondered. And why did her face look so dull, so tired?
Kavya went into her room and quietly locked the door behind her. Without even bothering to change out of her saree, she walked straight into the bathroom.
The cold tiles sent a shiver up her spine, but she didn’t care. She turned on the shower, letting the water crash down over her.
And then, the tears came.
Pressed against the wall, her body trembling, she cried silently at first, then uncontrollably. The sound of the water masked her sobs, but nothing could hide the ache in her chest.
Her mascara ran in dark streaks, mixing with the water as it fell to the floor, her saree clinging heavily to her like the weight she was carrying inside.
She didn’t know how long she stood there minutes, maybe hours. Time didn’t matter.
Only the pain did.
9:00 AM – security officer Station
Kavya’s car rolled into the parking lot of the city station. She stepped out, straightened her uniform, and took a long breath. Her mind wasn’t where it should be.
Her thoughts pulled in two directions:
The confusion and guilt from last night with Vivek Sharma, a moment she didn’t fully understand or plan and now regretted.
The betrayal she feared from Rakhul, the man she had loved deeply, now tangled with another woman Rekha Sharma, whose connection to the unfolding case was more than personal.
By the time she reached her desk, it was already 9:45 AM. Files lay untouched. Reports from junior officers were waiting. But she barely heard them.
At 12:15 PM, her phone buzzed.
Message from Vivek Sharma:
"Hey Kavya… last night was unforgettable. You’re something else."
Her heart sank. She stared at the screen, unmoving. Her hands slowly curled into fists.
She didn’t reply.
Five minutes later, her phone rang.
Vivek Sharma.
She sighed deeply, clenched her jaw, and made a quick decision.
She couldn’t show weakness. She couldn’t lose control.
She answered, calm but cold. “Yes, Mr. Sharma?”
“Come on, Kavya. You’re acting like a stranger now?” His voice was casual, playful, but with an edge the kind of tone that tested boundaries.
She kept her tone professionally. “I’m in office hours, Mr. Sharma. If there’s something official, you can send it through the proper channel.”
He chuckled. “So formal today. Wasn’t so formal last night…”
Kavya didn’t flinch. “Let’s not mix personal and professional. You’re a respected politician. I’m an officer. Let’s keep it that way.”
Silence. Then, he laughed again but this time it was thinner, sharper. “You’re clever, Kavya. I like that. But remember… we both shared something real. Don’t pretend otherwise.”
She didn’t respond. She cut the call. But she knew this wasn’t over.
Vivek Sharma wasn’t the type to step back easily. And now, she had two storms to face: one in her home, and one in the city’s shadows,
A few days passed.
Kavya stood at the large window in her office, watching traffic move below. Her eyes were sharp again, not clouded by guilt or grief anymore. She had decided.
"Enough of emotional chaos. Rakhul. Vivek. The whispers. The distractions. It’s time to return to what I’m here for."
Her mind refocused like a weapon. The elections were just two months away, and pressure was building fast. The Home Secretary had already hinted during an encrypted call: “We need a strategic impact in the city. Something big. Something clean. If Gajendar Singh slips, the party wins.”
Kavya knew what that meant: They needed her to crack open a case big enough to shake public opinion, and Gajendar Singh was the obvious mark.
She opened the special surveillance folder on her encrypted tablet a file titled “OPERATION GS”. Dozens of shadow cases, old missing people, bribery allegations, and illegal land deals. All incomplete. All buried.
But no convictions. “He’s not clean,” she whispered. “He’s just careful.”
She called Inspector Chandan, her most trusted officer.
“Get me every document, every whisper about Gajendar Singh from the last 5 years especially the ones that were never followed up. I want witnesses, dismissed officers, and retracted complaints. Everything.”
Chandan nodded. “And his current allies?”
Kavya replied coldly, “Start with the people who affected by Gajendar Singh,
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