Amvira

Silent Wars

After much persuasion, Amruta finally agreed to return to the Ahuja house. It wasn't easy. Every step back into that space felt like walking onto a battlefield. But Dildar's insistence-and his unwavering belief in her, gave her a sliver of strength to hold on to.

To help her find time and space to uncover the truth, Dildar offered her a position as the finance manager in the Ahuja Group office. It was the perfect cover. Her new job meant she'd be out of the house most of the day, giving her the freedom to investigate without constant scrutiny.

Virat, meanwhile, had left town for a few days on some urgent work. All he left behind was a brief message to Babita, nothing more. No words for Amruta.

Amruta wasted no time. She tried everything to prove her innocence. She went back to the Mela, spoke to vendors, stall owners, even street kids, desperate to get her hands on full CCTV footage from that day. She tried to trace the source of the video Babita had shown-the one where it looked like she was pushing Babita in front of a truck.

But no matter how hard she tried, nothing worked. Leads vanished. Footage was missing or corrupted. The trail always ended in a dead end.

Three days had already passed. It was exhausting in the Ahuja house, and she still had no way to clear her name.

One fine morning, Amruta felt something good would happen today. She got out of bed, her mind already racing with ideas and names to follow up on.

After a quick shower, she changed into a soft pink anarkali, her wet hair clung to her back and shoulders as she looked around for the blow dryer. As she turned toward the dressing table, she suddenly sensed someone standing behind her. On instinct, she spun around quickly-

Whack.

Her damp hair swung in a swift arc and smacked the person square in the face.

"Ow!" the man cried out, clutching his eye. "What the hell!"

Amruta froze in panic. "Virat sir?" she gasped.

He was back.

She stepped closer, her eyes scanning his face. His right eye was red and irritated, already beginning to water.

"Wait, don't rub it!" she said quickly, her tone shifting into soft concern. Gently, she took his hand away from his face and guided him to sit on the edge of the bed.

She bent slightly in front of him and began blowing gently on his eye. Virat winced at first, but then his shoulders relaxed. For a moment, neither of them spoke. The room held only the sound of her steady breath and the ticking of the old wall clock. Then, slowly, he opened his eye and looked up at her. Mesmerized.

Their quiet moment shattered the second Babita's voice echoed through the room.

"Virat! You're back!" she called out, stepping into the room.

Within seconds, she had crossed over and wrapped him in a tight embrace, completely ignoring Amruta's presence.

"What is wrong with you, Virat? Three days passed and you didn't even have the time to call?" she demanded, pulling back to look at his face. Her tone quickly shifted from concern to interrogation. "Where were you? Dad said you hadn't taken up any new deal. So what work kept you away?"

She kept going, not giving him a second to answer.

Amruta, who had stepped back instinctively, stood still-her eyes narrowing slightly. 3 days. No business deal. No contact. Then what had he been doing?

Her heart picked up pace. She tried to keep her expression neutral, but her mind was already racing.

He wouldn't have gone silent like that without a reason. And if it wasn't work... then what was he up to?