Hello, Mr. Major General (1)

Chapter 183 - Fishing For The Truth

If Kirat chose to remain silent, Shehnaaz would have a much harder time getting her to mess up.

There was little to no chance of that, however; Shehnaaz had tailored her plan according to her understanding of Kirat’s personality, which had proved to be right on target.

Kirat launched into a furious tirade, unaware that she was being led around by the nose. “16 years ago, there was an accident in my mentor’s laboratory. Rita was the only survivor. Ashok lost his life in the accident—he had been the military representative for the experiment. After his death, the military sent Ashok’s belongings back to his wife, Radhika Hedge, and that was when Radhika discovered the love letters between Ashok and Rita. She kept the letters a secret for six years, but committed
suicide ten years ago, when the shame and bitterness finally overwhelmed her. This is why the rest of us only learned of the love letters ten years ago. Anand was furious when he saw the letters, and decided he could no
longer stand to be married to Rita, who had cheated on him. So he… filed for divorce.”

Kirat’s account of all that had happened was brief but comprehensive. She had even provided a few additional details Shehnaaz had not known about.

Shehnaaz smirked inwardly; Kirat had jumped headlong into her trap. She spread her hands in an exaggerated display of resignation. “So it all boils down to one thing: General Shukla divorced Madam Rita because of that fake love letter. I don’t see how you’ve proven me wrong—you set up the whole thing by first volunteering to be Madam
Rita’s psychotherapist, so that you would be able to spend more time with her husband, and then faked the love letter to make Madam Rita out to be an unfaithful wife, tarnishing
Ashok Shukla’s good name in the process. You wanted to marry your best friend’s husband, so you neglected to find a cure for her condition, and forced her to live in a nightmare for 16 years. Physicist Reddy, you killed two birds with one stone! Impressive! Still, as the saying goes, god’s mill grinds slow but sure—you’ve made your bed, and now you’ll have to lie in it! Justice will prevail!”

Shehnaaz’s little speech triggered another uproar.

All the guests present were shocked: had Kirat truly gone to such shameless lengths to steal Anand Shukla?

The methods she had used could be summed up in two words: “dirty” and “underhanded.”

There was no other way to describe what Kirat had done.

When her best friend had been gravely ill, Kirat had seized the opportunity to aggravate her condition and steal her husband.
And this wasn’t just a simple case of husband-stealing—not when it involved medical malpractice, abuse of power, attempted murder, and fabrication of evidence!

Reva’s expression darkened as soon as she heard what Shehnaaz had said. She looked disapprovingly at Kirat. She leaned over to Arvind and whispered in his ear: “Father, did you know about this?”

“No, of course not…” Arvind was clearly annoyed. “I told her to be honest with us the other day, but she said she had everything under control. And now her secrets are out in the open, exposed by a complete stranger…”

As far as the Reddy family knew, Kirat had taken an interest in Anand after his divorce, not before, and the two of them had only officially gotten together six months later. But if the real reason for Anand’s divorce was
because Kirat had deliberately wrecked his marriage, well, that was utterly scandalous. Her reputation would never recover.

Most of what Shehnaaz had said was little more than guesswork. She had publicly accused Kirat of seducing her best friend’s husband when she was supposed to be working in a professional capacity as her primary doctor, but she had done so only because she wanted to force Kirat into a corner. A cornered rat was more likely to spill the beans…