part-73(getting proof)

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He set his laptop on the desk, plugging in a small black device. Instantly, the screen flickered to life, showing grids of camera feeds and lines of code running like veins across the display. His fingers moved rapidly over the keyboard, his face set in grim concentration.

Omi paced slowly, still on his phone, his voice low and clipped as he called in favours, pressed contacts, and lined up the next blow.

The room was heavy with tension. The only sounds were the soft hum of the AC and the steady tap-tap of keys. It was the silence of a storm coiling itself, preparing to strike.

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The glow of the laptop illuminated the dim cabin. Files, screenshots, and recordings spread across the table like pieces of a puzzle finally falling into place.

Karan leaned forward, elbows on his knees, eyes locked on the screen as recordings played one after another. Omi leaned against the desk, arms crossed, a dark satisfaction etched into his expression.

On the screen, Bua’s face appeared. She bent over the kumkum plate, her fingers carefully slipping tiny glass shards into the powder. Her eyes flicked around nervously before she whispered into her phone.

Omi froze the frame.
Omi (cold, sharp): “Got her red-handed. Planning the whole damn thing.”

Karan’s jaw flexed, the muscle tightening. He said nothing, only gestured for Omi to play the next clip.

The next recording showed the mansion’s side corridor. Bua stood there, her face twisted, her voice sharp and venomous.
Bua (low, hateful): “…she thinks she’ll become queen of this house? I’ll make sure she doesn’t even walk properly into this family.”

The words sank into the air, heavy and cruel.

Silence fell. Not an empty silence — but one thick with fury and heartbreak.

Karan’s eyes burned, though his face stayed unreadable. Omi’s voice broke the silence.
Omi: “We’ve got more than enough proof. Every recording is a nail in her coffin.”

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The cabin door clicked open softly.

Yuvi pushed Teju inside on a wheelchair. Teju sat upright, shoulders squared, her doctor’s poise still intact, though her face was pale with exhaustion. The fresh bandages on her foot peeked out beneath her clothes.

Her eyes swept the room quickly, landing on Karan first, then shifting to the glowing laptop.

Yuvi’s voice came steady, calm but firm.
Yuvi: “Bhai… got proofs?”

Omi smirked grimly, his voice low with certainty.
Omi: “Proofs? Got so many that she’ll get a new punishment every day if we want.”

Karan’s gaze moved from the laptop to Teju. Their eyes locked, holding steady. He didn’t speak — but his look said everything.

I’m here. Don’t worry. No one will touch you again.

Teju’s lashes trembled. Her fingers gripped the wheelchair armrest just slightly tighter, her lips curving into the faintest, softest smile.

I trust you.

Omi turned the laptop toward them, clicking through video after video, every file, every whispered conversation. Yuvi leaned forward, anger burning in her usually soft eyes.

Yuvi (furious, voice shaking): “Disgusting. She’s our own blood… and she could go this far?”

Teju said nothing. Her hand brushed the edge of the table unconsciously, grounding herself against the weight of it all.
Each clip felt like a stone pressing against her chest — but the steady presence of Karan beside her kept her from breaking.

After what felt like hours, the last recording ended.

Silence filled the cabin, broken only by the hum of the AC.

Finally, Karan reached forward and closed the laptop with a slow, deliberate snap. His voice, when he spoke, was quiet — but lined with steel.
KK: “Let’s go, guys. Tonight is too long.”

Omi gathered the files, his jaw set. Yuvi straightened, her gaze flicking to Teju — worried, protective, but just as determined.

Teju looked up at Karan one last time. And without a word, he bent, scooping her into his arms once again.

Her eyes widened for a second, then softened. A small, tired smile tugged at her lips as she rested her head lightly against him.

This wasn’t just about proof anymore.
This was about ending it.

And together — they would.

Sorry for late update but this part was deleted by mistakely n i had to rewrite it again....

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