“Accused or guilty… if the crime is his, then calling him a criminal is nothing but the truth.”

•

•

•

•

The atmosphere of the night felt unusually heavy. The wind seemed to shiver with some unknown fear. At the end of the street stood an old mansion, built of bricks, completely drowned in silence. The deserted, empty road passing in front of it seemed to be covered in a shadow of terror.

Suddenly, a scream tore through the silence.

It was no ordinary scream… it was a painful cry that escaped with someone’s final breath…

And then—complete silence…

The stray dogs on the street began to panic and retreat into the houses. The moon slowly disappeared behind the clouds, as though it, too, was refusing to become a witness to the scene.

A moment later, the first drop of blood fell on the ground... then a second... and then a long red stream formed, creating lines as it slid to the corner of the lane. That night, a story began—one that would shake many lives to their core. A story of a murder.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

The courtroom fell silent once again. Lines of worry now crept across the judge's forehead, mirroring the tension that had settled on Sameer's face. Every day brought a new twist, turning the case in a different direction.

"Both of you,counsel for the defense and the prosecution, appear with your final arguments and witnesses at the next hearing. This court is adjourned for seven days." The man in the black robe, known to all as His Honor the Judge, struck the gavel firmly against the block and rose with dignity, making his way out.

A stir ran through the courtroom. Sameer slowly rose and began making his way out, while the accused's seat, occupied by a tall, heavyset man with prominent thick mustaches etched across his face—remained fixed. His eyes were locked on the young man standing in the dock, as the lawyer, engaged in conversation with him. She turned her attention toward the accused.

"Well done! Excellent work," he praised the young woman's efforts.

"Thank you so much. It's just that if a few more witnesses and pieces of evidence come together, the verdict should be in your favor." She smiled, but her demeanor remained serious.

"I have complete faith. With a capable lawyer like you by my side, what do I have to worry about?" he said, encouraging her.

"Alright then. Bear this trouble for seven more days, and after that, you're free to do whatever you wish." That mischievous smile spreading across his face, and this unbridled nature of his—often left her troubled with worry.

"One more important thing... I've managed to cover up his debauchery at these specific places late into the night, so try to ensure that over the next seven days, no such matter reaches the opposing counsel's ears—otherwise, his bail could be in trouble." She said this in a professional tone, gathering her files from the table.

"It's precisely for this reason that I hired a capable and skilled lawyer like you—so that my son can roam around without fear." Mr singhania said, his hands clasped behind his back, head slightly bowed. The young man standing in the dock took a cigarette from the man beside him, lit it with a meaningful smirk.

"I am only a lawyer, and a lawyer can argue on the basis of evidence, but the verdict based on the proofs is delivered by the judge alone." This response seemed to strike him as odd.

" You're a lawyer...." He stretched the word "lawyer" out, dragging it deliberately.

"Singhania sahab... I have taken this case to get your son—the accused—acquitted of the charges against him... not to defend his debauchery. So please, I hope you've understood my hint."

At the word "debauchery," the man present in the dock quickly crushed his cigarette under his shoe, stubbing it out. She hadn't stopped speaking—with just a smile and a single sentence, she had left her opponent speechless.

"Which lawyer have you handed this case over to? I'm more afraid of her than I am of the judge's verdict—what if she gets me thrown in jail? My... Vedik Singhania's case... entrusted to a... a girl." The young man from the dock sneered as he stepped toward Singhania sahab.

"Her solid arguments have the power to change the direction of the judge's decisions... Your father doesn't just choose anyone. She's a big deal." He placed his hand on Vedik's shoulder, trying to reassure him.

"He's right, sir... no one else can handle this case better than her." Arjun, Singhania's trusted aide standing behind him, chimed in.

"Let's see how a girl manages to save Vedik Singhania." With a mocking tone, the young man followed his father out of the courtroom.

Outside, the media swarmed them like a beehive, pouncing instantly.

"Mr. Singhania, what do you have to say about today's hearing?" a young woman asked, thrusting a microphone forward.

"Sir, please tell us—how do you see this case moving forward?"

"Do you think the charges against Vedik Singhania can be dropped? Sir, please give us a statement!"

One question after another—cameras clicking, a sea of inquiries. To escape the onslaught, they quickened their pace.

"New cases and fresh charges keep surfacing against Vedik Singhania every day. Do you still believe your son is fit to be an international youth speaker?" At this journalist's question, Mr. Singhania, along with Vedik, turned toward her, looked her up and down, scrutinized him, then moved toward their car and drove off.

Behind them, the media continued debating among themselves, offering their usual analyses to the world.

"You're handling this case with great skill—well done." The opposing counsel entered the chambers and approached Yashi.

"Thank you, sir." Mindful of his age, she stood up respectfully from her seat.

"No, sit down... just make sure your hard work isn't being wasted on the wrong person." Mr. Kapoor, as always, dropped an unusual remark and left Yashfa confused.

As soon as he left, she turned her attention toward Ruby, who was approaching with a cup of tea in hand.

"Ms. Verma, I'm heading home. I haven't been able to rest properly because of working late into the night, so I'm not feeling well. Please take care of everything here, and if any information comes in, please email me... bye." She said this in a matter of moments, got into her car, and drove off.

The Mukherjee house in Delhi was the embodiment of Rahul Mukherjee's hard-earned success—one of the city's finest doctors. It was the peace and comfort of his wife, Taniya, and daughter, Yashi Mukherjee.

As soon as she entered the house, she went straight to Mrs. Taniya's room, as she always did.

"Hello, Mom." She hugged her.

"Hello, baby. How did everything go?" Her mother kissed her forehead and asked.

"Excellent... the court has been adjourned for seven more days. The case is taking a new turn..." Yashi said, tying her hair and resting her head on the sofa.

"Meaning?" Mrs. Taniya handed her a glass of water and sat down on the sofa opposite her.

"Thanks... Mom, you know the case—it's about mr. Raj's death, which his wife holds Vedik responsible for... but I don't know why, I feel that there's a lot hidden in this case. It's not as clear as it appears." She took a sip of water and turned her full attention toward her mother.

"And on top of that, learning about Vedik Singhania's pointless debauchery only puts me in more trouble. I can't figure out whether I should defend his vices or fight the charges of the crime he's accused of..." She said this, appearing troubled.

"Now, you chose this for yourself—otherwise, your father was already telling you not to get involved in Mr. Singhania's case." Taniya reminded her, bringing up Rahul Mukherjee's words.

"It's not only about Mr. Singhania's case. This is one of the most interesting case of my life, and you know I took this case only because Muneeba asked me to." Yashi put forward her point.

"Then just fight on this, and whatever issues come up, argue on them. May God make you successful." She stood up, placed her hand on Yashi's head, and began to pray for her.

"Hmmm... okay, where's Rohan?" She asked the second question, as per habit.

"He's in his room, playing with the remote-controlled car you gave him on Sunday—he's been at it for ages," Taniya replied. At this, Yashi let out a laugh and stepped out of the room.

"Hellooo!" She called out as she opened Rohan's door. Rohan quickly got up from his spot and rushed to hug Yashi.

"Hellooo... Yashi di, you know this is really unique and beautiful—I love it so much!"

"Awesome... as long as you like it, that's all that matters." She took him onto her lap and said this affectionately.

"Thanks!" Little Rohan's smile erased all the exhaustion of her day.

"Come on, let's go ask Dadu what the plan is for tonight." She held his hand and headed toward the kitchen.

"So you finally came out of your room?" Mrs. Taniya commented as soon as she saw Rohan.

"No need to ask about tonight—he has a test tomorrow. He's going to study... no outings." She put her point across, already knowing their intentions.

"Ohhhh... sad." Yashi and Rohan looked at each other, disappointed.

"Well... we'll go some other time... okay?" At Yashi's words, Rohan looked at her and smiled.

•《《《《《《End》》》》》》•

Kaisa laga chapter?