Unlawfully yours - Chapter 21: Chapter 21
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The SUV sped down the dark highway, the tension inside as thick as the night outside. The city lights had faded behind them, leaving only an empty road stretching ahead.
Ishani sat in silence, her fingers gripping the seatbelt tightly. The adrenaline from their escape still pumped through her veins, but her mind was racing in a different direction.
Aarav was hiding something.
She had seen the way he shut off his phone after reading that email. The flicker of hesitation in his eyes. The cold, calculated way he had handled their attackers in the alley.
He wasn’t just some third-year law student. He was something more.
"Aarav," she finally spoke, her voice firm. "Kisne tumhe warning bheji thi?" ("Who sent you that warning?")
Aarav kept his eyes on the road, his jaw tightening. "Koi nahi jo important ho." ("No one important.")
Lie.
Ishani exhaled sharply, frustration rising. "Tu mujhe bewakoof samajhta hai?" ("Do you think I’m stupid?")
Aarav’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, but he didn’t answer.
She leaned closer. "Main tere sath yeh sab jhel rahi hoon, meri jaan khatre mein hai, aur tu mujhe sach bhi nahi bata raha?" ("I’m going through all this with you, my life is in danger, and you’re still not telling me the truth?")
Finally, Aarav sighed. "Ishani, main sirf—"
Before he could finish, his phone buzzed again.
This time, Ishani grabbed it before he could react.
She glanced at the screen. Another anonymous message.
> "They know who you are now. It’s time."
Her stomach dropped.
"What the hell does this mean, Aarav?" she demanded, turning to him.
Aarav clenched his jaw. "It means things just got worse."
Before she could press further, Aarav abruptly pulled the car into a private estate—a massive property on the outskirts of the city.
Ishani frowned. “Yeh jagah kahan hai?” ("What is this place?")
Aarav parked and turned to her, his expression unreadable. "Ek safe house. Filhaal yahin rukenge." ("A safe house. We’ll stay here for now.")
As they stepped out, Ishani’s gaze swept over the massive house. It was too grand to be some regular hideout. The security, the luxury—it felt more like a billionaire’s retreat.
And that’s when realization hit her.
"Aarav…" she whispered, her throat dry. "Tere parents… woh kaun hain?" ("Your parents… who are they?")
Aarav’s eyes darkened. And before he could answer—
The front doors opened.
And two people stepped out.
Rohit Malhotra. Asha Malhotra.
India’s most powerful lawyers.
Ishani froze.
Ishani sat in silence, her fingers gripping the seatbelt tightly. The adrenaline from their escape still pumped through her veins, but her mind was racing in a different direction.
Aarav was hiding something.
She had seen the way he shut off his phone after reading that email. The flicker of hesitation in his eyes. The cold, calculated way he had handled their attackers in the alley.
He wasn’t just some third-year law student. He was something more.
"Aarav," she finally spoke, her voice firm. "Kisne tumhe warning bheji thi?" ("Who sent you that warning?")
Aarav kept his eyes on the road, his jaw tightening. "Koi nahi jo important ho." ("No one important.")
Lie.
Ishani exhaled sharply, frustration rising. "Tu mujhe bewakoof samajhta hai?" ("Do you think I’m stupid?")
Aarav’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, but he didn’t answer.
She leaned closer. "Main tere sath yeh sab jhel rahi hoon, meri jaan khatre mein hai, aur tu mujhe sach bhi nahi bata raha?" ("I’m going through all this with you, my life is in danger, and you’re still not telling me the truth?")
Finally, Aarav sighed. "Ishani, main sirf—"
Before he could finish, his phone buzzed again.
This time, Ishani grabbed it before he could react.
She glanced at the screen. Another anonymous message.
> "They know who you are now. It’s time."
Her stomach dropped.
"What the hell does this mean, Aarav?" she demanded, turning to him.
Aarav clenched his jaw. "It means things just got worse."
Before she could press further, Aarav abruptly pulled the car into a private estate—a massive property on the outskirts of the city.
Ishani frowned. “Yeh jagah kahan hai?” ("What is this place?")
Aarav parked and turned to her, his expression unreadable. "Ek safe house. Filhaal yahin rukenge." ("A safe house. We’ll stay here for now.")
As they stepped out, Ishani’s gaze swept over the massive house. It was too grand to be some regular hideout. The security, the luxury—it felt more like a billionaire’s retreat.
And that’s when realization hit her.
"Aarav…" she whispered, her throat dry. "Tere parents… woh kaun hain?" ("Your parents… who are they?")
Aarav’s eyes darkened. And before he could answer—
The front doors opened.
And two people stepped out.
Rohit Malhotra. Asha Malhotra.
India’s most powerful lawyers.
Ishani froze.
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