Unlawfully yours - Chapter 10: Chapter 10
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Aarav was never one to lose control.
But this case?
This wasn’t just a case anymore. It was personal.
He sat in his apartment, the soft glow of his laptop screen casting shadows over his sharp features. In front of him, files and screenshots were spread across the desk—security footage, call records, student IDs, and faculty details.
His instincts told him something bigger was at play.
Someone had given Aditya orders. Someone who didn’t want Ishani to continue her forensic research.
And that meant…
Ishani was close to something dangerous.
His jaw clenched.
He didn’t care how deep this ran.
Whoever had touched her had made their last mistake.
His phone buzzed.
Ishani: Tum mujhe mil sakte ho? (Can you meet me?)
Aarav’s eyes narrowed.
He grabbed his coat and left without another thought.
Ishani was standing under a tree, arms crossed. The bruising on her side had started to fade, but the unease hadn’t.
She had tried to focus on work, on her studies, but something kept nagging at her.
Why her?
Why was she being warned?
She looked up as Aarav approached, his expression unreadable.
Before she could say anything, his gaze swept over her, assessing.
“Dard ho raha hai?” (“Is it hurting?”) he asked.
Ishani blinked. His voice was softer than usual.
She shook her head. “Nahi, ab thoda better hai.” (“No, it’s better now.”)
Aarav didn’t reply immediately. Instead, he reached out and gently touched her side—right where the cut had been.
Ishani sucked in a breath.
It wasn’t the pain that made her heart race. It was the way his fingers lingered, the way his thumb brushed her skin so lightly, it sent shivers down her spine.
Aarav exhaled and pulled his hand back.
His expression was dark again. Controlled.
“I found something.” His tone was clipped. “Aditya wasn’t acting alone.”
Ishani’s heartbeat quickened. “Tumhe pata chala kisne bheja?” (“Did you find out who sent him?”)
Aarav hesitated.
Then, he said, “A faculty member.”
Ishani froze. “Kya?” (“What?”)
Aarav nodded, slipping his hands into his pockets. “Someone from the university. Someone with enough influence to make people like Aditya follow orders.”
Ishani felt a chill creep up her spine.
Aarav’s jaw clenched. “And I intend to find out who.”
The next evening, Ishani sat alone in the forensic lab.
She was supposed to be reviewing a case study, but her mind kept going back to Aarav’s words.
A faculty member.
She frowned and turned to her laptop.
There had to be some kind of paper trail. If someone from the university was involved, there would be something—an unusual request, missing evidence, restricted files.
She started digging.
An hour later, she found it.
A case file. Marked restricted.
Her heart pounded as she clicked it open. The name on the file made her stomach twist.
Dr. Raghav Sinha.
A senior professor. Well-respected. A man she had seen in faculty meetings.
But why was his name here?
The file contained autopsy reports. But the more Ishani read, the more confused she became.
The reports were edited.
Manipulated.
Someone had altered cause-of-death conclusions. Falsified forensic evidence.
She swallowed hard. This wasn’t just a mistake.
This was a cover-up.
She grabbed her phone and texted Aarav.
Ishani: Tum abhi forensic lab aa sakte ho? (Can you come to the forensic lab right now?)
His reply came within seconds.
Aarav: Already on my way.
Fifteen minutes later, Aarav stood behind her, reading the same file.
The more he read, the sharper his expression became.
When he finally spoke, his voice was dangerously quiet.
“Yeh proof hai.” (“This is proof.”)
Ishani nodded, still shaken. “Dr. Sinha ko forensic department ka head bana tha do saal pehle. Tab se kuch reports badle gaye hain.” (“Dr. Sinha became head of the forensic department two years ago. Since then, some reports have been altered.”)
Aarav’s mind worked fast.
Dr. Sinha had power. Access. And a reason to silence anyone who got too close.
Aarav turned to Ishani, his voice firm. “Tumhe ab aur careful rehna hoga.” (“You need to be even more careful now.”)
Ishani exhaled. “Mujhe nahi lagta sirf mujhe warning mili thi. Agar yeh sach hai, toh kisi aur ko bhi danger ho sakta hai.” (“I don’t think I was the only one warned. If this is true, someone else might be in danger too.”)
Aarav studied her for a long moment. Then, slowly, his expression softened.
“Tumhe darr lag raha hai?” (“Are you scared?”)
Ishani hesitated, then looked him in the eyes.
“Main forensic science padhti hoon. Main sach dhoondhne ke liye bani hoon. Agar darr jaungi, toh yeh sab pointless hoga.” (“I study forensic science. I’m built to find the truth. If I let fear stop me, then all of this is pointless.”)
Aarav’s lips curved slightly—just slightly.
Admiration flickered in his eyes.
He reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. The touch was brief, almost absentminded.
But it sent electricity through Ishani’s veins.
Aarav leaned in, his voice a whisper.
“Phir chalo, Ishani. Sach dhoondhte hain.” (“Then let’s go, Ishani. Let’s find the truth.”)
But this case?
This wasn’t just a case anymore. It was personal.
He sat in his apartment, the soft glow of his laptop screen casting shadows over his sharp features. In front of him, files and screenshots were spread across the desk—security footage, call records, student IDs, and faculty details.
His instincts told him something bigger was at play.
Someone had given Aditya orders. Someone who didn’t want Ishani to continue her forensic research.
And that meant…
Ishani was close to something dangerous.
His jaw clenched.
He didn’t care how deep this ran.
Whoever had touched her had made their last mistake.
His phone buzzed.
Ishani: Tum mujhe mil sakte ho? (Can you meet me?)
Aarav’s eyes narrowed.
He grabbed his coat and left without another thought.
Ishani was standing under a tree, arms crossed. The bruising on her side had started to fade, but the unease hadn’t.
She had tried to focus on work, on her studies, but something kept nagging at her.
Why her?
Why was she being warned?
She looked up as Aarav approached, his expression unreadable.
Before she could say anything, his gaze swept over her, assessing.
“Dard ho raha hai?” (“Is it hurting?”) he asked.
Ishani blinked. His voice was softer than usual.
She shook her head. “Nahi, ab thoda better hai.” (“No, it’s better now.”)
Aarav didn’t reply immediately. Instead, he reached out and gently touched her side—right where the cut had been.
Ishani sucked in a breath.
It wasn’t the pain that made her heart race. It was the way his fingers lingered, the way his thumb brushed her skin so lightly, it sent shivers down her spine.
Aarav exhaled and pulled his hand back.
His expression was dark again. Controlled.
“I found something.” His tone was clipped. “Aditya wasn’t acting alone.”
Ishani’s heartbeat quickened. “Tumhe pata chala kisne bheja?” (“Did you find out who sent him?”)
Aarav hesitated.
Then, he said, “A faculty member.”
Ishani froze. “Kya?” (“What?”)
Aarav nodded, slipping his hands into his pockets. “Someone from the university. Someone with enough influence to make people like Aditya follow orders.”
Ishani felt a chill creep up her spine.
Aarav’s jaw clenched. “And I intend to find out who.”
The next evening, Ishani sat alone in the forensic lab.
She was supposed to be reviewing a case study, but her mind kept going back to Aarav’s words.
A faculty member.
She frowned and turned to her laptop.
There had to be some kind of paper trail. If someone from the university was involved, there would be something—an unusual request, missing evidence, restricted files.
She started digging.
An hour later, she found it.
A case file. Marked restricted.
Her heart pounded as she clicked it open. The name on the file made her stomach twist.
Dr. Raghav Sinha.
A senior professor. Well-respected. A man she had seen in faculty meetings.
But why was his name here?
The file contained autopsy reports. But the more Ishani read, the more confused she became.
The reports were edited.
Manipulated.
Someone had altered cause-of-death conclusions. Falsified forensic evidence.
She swallowed hard. This wasn’t just a mistake.
This was a cover-up.
She grabbed her phone and texted Aarav.
Ishani: Tum abhi forensic lab aa sakte ho? (Can you come to the forensic lab right now?)
His reply came within seconds.
Aarav: Already on my way.
Fifteen minutes later, Aarav stood behind her, reading the same file.
The more he read, the sharper his expression became.
When he finally spoke, his voice was dangerously quiet.
“Yeh proof hai.” (“This is proof.”)
Ishani nodded, still shaken. “Dr. Sinha ko forensic department ka head bana tha do saal pehle. Tab se kuch reports badle gaye hain.” (“Dr. Sinha became head of the forensic department two years ago. Since then, some reports have been altered.”)
Aarav’s mind worked fast.
Dr. Sinha had power. Access. And a reason to silence anyone who got too close.
Aarav turned to Ishani, his voice firm. “Tumhe ab aur careful rehna hoga.” (“You need to be even more careful now.”)
Ishani exhaled. “Mujhe nahi lagta sirf mujhe warning mili thi. Agar yeh sach hai, toh kisi aur ko bhi danger ho sakta hai.” (“I don’t think I was the only one warned. If this is true, someone else might be in danger too.”)
Aarav studied her for a long moment. Then, slowly, his expression softened.
“Tumhe darr lag raha hai?” (“Are you scared?”)
Ishani hesitated, then looked him in the eyes.
“Main forensic science padhti hoon. Main sach dhoondhne ke liye bani hoon. Agar darr jaungi, toh yeh sab pointless hoga.” (“I study forensic science. I’m built to find the truth. If I let fear stop me, then all of this is pointless.”)
Aarav’s lips curved slightly—just slightly.
Admiration flickered in his eyes.
He reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. The touch was brief, almost absentminded.
But it sent electricity through Ishani’s veins.
Aarav leaned in, his voice a whisper.
“Phir chalo, Ishani. Sach dhoondhte hain.” (“Then let’s go, Ishani. Let’s find the truth.”)
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