Unlawfully yours - Chapter 3: Chapter 3
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The words echoed in Aarav’s mind.
“Rohan Khanna is our prime suspect.”
He stood frozen in the doorway of Professor Bhatia’s office, the crime scene sealed off with yellow tape. His best friend was in police custody, accused of murdering their professor. It didn’t make sense.
The forensic team worked methodically, dusting for prints and collecting samples. The air smelled of stale books and dried blood. The sight of Professor Bhatia’s lifeless body—slumped over his desk, a pool of crimson soaking the papers beneath him—made Aarav’s stomach tighten.
Ishani, standing across the room, studied the scene carefully, her forensic kit in hand. She wasn’t here to argue. She was here to find the truth.
“This is bullshit.” Aarav’s voice was sharp. He turned to the police officer. “What proof do you even have against Rohan?”
The officer sighed, clearly tired of the questioning. “Your friend was the last person seen leaving this office last night. His fingerprints are on the desk, and we found traces of blood on his shirt.”
Ishani, who had been silent until now, finally spoke. “Blood traces? Have they been analyzed yet?”
The officer hesitated. “Not yet. The lab report is pending.”
Aarav scoffed. “So you arrested him without confirming the evidence?” His voice was dangerously low.
Ishani stole a glance at him. He was angry—not the usual cocky Aarav Mehta, but someone whose world had just shifted.
She exhaled. “If the blood on Rohan’s shirt doesn’t match the victim’s, he shouldn’t be a suspect.”
Aarav’s eyes flicked to hers. A silent understanding passed between them.
For once, they were on the same side.
Hours later, Ishani sat in the forensics lab, running the blood test herself. The machine hummed, the results printing line by line.
Not a match.
The blood found on Rohan’s shirt wasn’t Professor Bhatia’s.
She pulled off her gloves, grabbing her phone. There was only one person she needed to tell.
Aarav sat alone in the dimly lit law library, legal books scattered across the table. He was preparing for war—studying every loophole, every legal precedent that could get Rohan out.
His phone buzzed.
Ishani: Meet me outside the library. Now.
Without hesitation, he got up.
Outside, the campus was eerily silent. Ishani stood under a flickering streetlight, arms crossed.
“The blood isn’t Bhatia’s.” Her voice was steady, but her eyes searched his face for a reaction.
Aarav exhaled, the tension in his chest easing slightly. “So he’s being framed.”
Ishani nodded. “And we need to find out why.”
For a moment, neither spoke. The night air was cool, the university grounds empty. Aarav ran a hand through his hair. “You didn’t have to do this.”
Ishani tilted her head. “What? Prove your friend’s innocence?”
Aarav met her gaze. “Help me.”
She hesitated, then shrugged. “I don’t like false accusations.”
Aarav smirked slightly. “So forensic girl has a moral compass.”
Ishani rolled her eyes. “Try not to be so smug about it, Mehta.”
Despite the chaos of the night, he chuckled.
For the first time, Ishani saw something in him that wasn’t just arrogance.
Something real.
Aarav didn’t know why he walked toward the old observatory later that night. Maybe because he needed space. Maybe because the world felt too heavy.
But when he reached the stairs, he found Ishani already there.
She sat on the railing, gazing up at the sky, her hair swaying in the cool night breeze. The moonlight cast soft shadows on her face.
She didn’t turn when she heard his footsteps. “Couldn’t sleep?”
Aarav leaned against the railing beside her. “Not when my best friend is in jail for a crime he didn’t commit.”
Ishani didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she pointed up at the sky. “See that constellation?”
Aarav followed her gaze. “Which one?”
She smirked. “Exactly. The stars always seem random at first. But when you look closer, they form a pattern.”
Aarav raised an eyebrow. “Are you trying to give me a poetic lesson in astronomy?”
Ishani glanced at him. “I’m saying this case looks messy now, but there’s a pattern. We just haven’t seen it yet.”
He let out a breath. She was right.
For the first time that night, the weight on his chest felt a little lighter. He looked back at the stars. “You know, I never cared about this stuff before.”
She tilted her head. “And now?”
He smirked. “Maybe I’m starting to see the appeal.”
Ishani chuckled. “You’re impossible, Mehta.”
They sat there, two rivals under the same sky, bound by the same truth.
Neither of them left.
“Rohan Khanna is our prime suspect.”
He stood frozen in the doorway of Professor Bhatia’s office, the crime scene sealed off with yellow tape. His best friend was in police custody, accused of murdering their professor. It didn’t make sense.
The forensic team worked methodically, dusting for prints and collecting samples. The air smelled of stale books and dried blood. The sight of Professor Bhatia’s lifeless body—slumped over his desk, a pool of crimson soaking the papers beneath him—made Aarav’s stomach tighten.
Ishani, standing across the room, studied the scene carefully, her forensic kit in hand. She wasn’t here to argue. She was here to find the truth.
“This is bullshit.” Aarav’s voice was sharp. He turned to the police officer. “What proof do you even have against Rohan?”
The officer sighed, clearly tired of the questioning. “Your friend was the last person seen leaving this office last night. His fingerprints are on the desk, and we found traces of blood on his shirt.”
Ishani, who had been silent until now, finally spoke. “Blood traces? Have they been analyzed yet?”
The officer hesitated. “Not yet. The lab report is pending.”
Aarav scoffed. “So you arrested him without confirming the evidence?” His voice was dangerously low.
Ishani stole a glance at him. He was angry—not the usual cocky Aarav Mehta, but someone whose world had just shifted.
She exhaled. “If the blood on Rohan’s shirt doesn’t match the victim’s, he shouldn’t be a suspect.”
Aarav’s eyes flicked to hers. A silent understanding passed between them.
For once, they were on the same side.
Hours later, Ishani sat in the forensics lab, running the blood test herself. The machine hummed, the results printing line by line.
Not a match.
The blood found on Rohan’s shirt wasn’t Professor Bhatia’s.
She pulled off her gloves, grabbing her phone. There was only one person she needed to tell.
Aarav sat alone in the dimly lit law library, legal books scattered across the table. He was preparing for war—studying every loophole, every legal precedent that could get Rohan out.
His phone buzzed.
Ishani: Meet me outside the library. Now.
Without hesitation, he got up.
Outside, the campus was eerily silent. Ishani stood under a flickering streetlight, arms crossed.
“The blood isn’t Bhatia’s.” Her voice was steady, but her eyes searched his face for a reaction.
Aarav exhaled, the tension in his chest easing slightly. “So he’s being framed.”
Ishani nodded. “And we need to find out why.”
For a moment, neither spoke. The night air was cool, the university grounds empty. Aarav ran a hand through his hair. “You didn’t have to do this.”
Ishani tilted her head. “What? Prove your friend’s innocence?”
Aarav met her gaze. “Help me.”
She hesitated, then shrugged. “I don’t like false accusations.”
Aarav smirked slightly. “So forensic girl has a moral compass.”
Ishani rolled her eyes. “Try not to be so smug about it, Mehta.”
Despite the chaos of the night, he chuckled.
For the first time, Ishani saw something in him that wasn’t just arrogance.
Something real.
Aarav didn’t know why he walked toward the old observatory later that night. Maybe because he needed space. Maybe because the world felt too heavy.
But when he reached the stairs, he found Ishani already there.
She sat on the railing, gazing up at the sky, her hair swaying in the cool night breeze. The moonlight cast soft shadows on her face.
She didn’t turn when she heard his footsteps. “Couldn’t sleep?”
Aarav leaned against the railing beside her. “Not when my best friend is in jail for a crime he didn’t commit.”
Ishani didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she pointed up at the sky. “See that constellation?”
Aarav followed her gaze. “Which one?”
She smirked. “Exactly. The stars always seem random at first. But when you look closer, they form a pattern.”
Aarav raised an eyebrow. “Are you trying to give me a poetic lesson in astronomy?”
Ishani glanced at him. “I’m saying this case looks messy now, but there’s a pattern. We just haven’t seen it yet.”
He let out a breath. She was right.
For the first time that night, the weight on his chest felt a little lighter. He looked back at the stars. “You know, I never cared about this stuff before.”
She tilted her head. “And now?”
He smirked. “Maybe I’m starting to see the appeal.”
Ishani chuckled. “You’re impossible, Mehta.”
They sat there, two rivals under the same sky, bound by the same truth.
Neither of them left.
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