Unlawfully yours - Chapter 5: Chapter 5
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The next morning, Ishani sat in the forensics lab, eyes locked on the screen. The DNA comparison for the mystery blood sample from the crime scene was running. The loading bar crawled forward, each second stretching endlessly.
Then, finally—Match Found.
Her breath caught. The name appeared on the screen.
Samar Kaul.
She frowned. Who the hell was Samar Kaul?
Dr. Malhotra walked in just as she was noting down the details. “Kya mila?” (“What did you find?”)
Ishani turned the screen toward him. “The blood belongs to someone named Samar Kaul. Do we have any records of him in the university database?”
Dr. Malhotra’s brows furrowed. “Kaul… Kaul… Yeh naam suna hua lag raha hai.” (“Kaul… Kaul… That name sounds familiar.”)
Ishani’s fingers flew across the keyboard as she searched the university’s student and staff database.
No records found.
She exhaled sharply. “He’s not a student or faculty member.”
Dr. Malhotra exchanged a glance with her. “Toh yeh aadmi Bhatia sir ke office mein kya kar raha tha?” (“Then what was this man doing in Bhatia sir’s office?”)
Ishani grabbed her phone.
Aarav had spent the entire morning digging into old legal records. If Rohan had been framed, then there had to be a reason. Someone was hiding something.
And then, he found it.
An old case file from six years ago.
The file had two names.
1. Professor Ramesh Bhatia (Victim)
2. Samar Kaul (Defendant)
Aarav’s fingers tightened around the pages. This wasn’t just a coincidence.
Before he could process further, his phone rang. Ishani.
“Mehta, forensic results aa gaye.” (“Mehta, the forensic results are in.”)
Aarav leaned against the table. “Let me guess. Samar Kaul.”
Silence. Then, Ishani’s sharp intake of breath.
“Tumhe kaise pata?” (“How do you know?”) she asked.
Aarav exhaled. “I found an old case file. Six years ago, Bhatia sir testified against someone named Samar Kaul. I don’t have all the details yet, but—”
“Par itna toh confirm hai ki Samar Kaul sirf ek naam nahi hai,” Ishani finished. (“But one thing is certain—Samar Kaul isn’t just a name.”)
They had just uncovered a ghost from Bhatia’s past.
But was he the killer? Or just another piece of the puzzle?
Aarav grabbed the file and headed out. “We need to meet.”
Aarav and Ishani met at a small campus café tucked between the law and forensic buildings. It was quieter than the main student lounges, making it the perfect place to talk without interruptions.
Aarav slapped the case file onto the table. “This proves that Bhatia and Samar Kaul had history.”
Ishani slid the forensic report toward him. “And this proves Samar Kaul was at the crime scene.”
Their eyes met.
Aarav ran a hand through his hair. “Six years ago, Bhatia sir gave a statement in court against Samar Kaul. That means Kaul was involved in some legal trouble before.”
Ishani leaned forward. “Kya case tha?” (“What was the case about?”)
Aarav shook his head. “Not sure yet. I’ll need access to deeper records. But one thing is clear—Kaul had a reason to come back.”
Ishani tapped the report. “And he was injured that night. That means if he’s still alive… someone must be helping him.”
They sat in silence for a moment. Then Aarav smirked. “Funny, isn’t it? Ek lawyer aur ek forensic student milke murder solve kar rahe hain.” (“A lawyer and a forensic student solving a murder together. Funny, isn’t it?”)
Ishani raised an eyebrow. “Ab toh tum maan rahe ho ki forensic science zaroori hai?” (“So now you’re admitting forensic science is necessary?”)
Aarav leaned back. “Maan raha hoon ki forensic girl zaroori hai.” (“I’m admitting that you are necessary.”)
For a second, Ishani didn’t have a comeback.
She cleared her throat and checked her phone. “Raat ko main DNA match ki aur details nikalne ki koshish karungi. Tum case history check kar lo.” (“Tonight, I’ll try to pull more records on the DNA match. You check the case history.”)
Aarav nodded. “And if we find something?”
Ishani’s lips curved slightly. “Toh milte hain observatory pe.” (“Then we meet at the observatory.”)
Aarav chuckled. “Of course. Tumhare stars ke beech investigation chal rahi hai.” (“Of course. This investigation seems to be happening between your stars.”)
She smirked. “Tum bhi toh hamesha aa jate ho.” (“And yet, you always show up.”)
That night, Aarav and Ishani met under the stars again. The observatory was becoming their place—where the chaos of the case didn’t feel so suffocating.
Ishani sat on the railing, Aarav standing beside her, both looking at the night sky.
She exhaled. “Kabhi kabhi lagta hai, koi humse ek kadam aage chal raha hai.” (“Sometimes, it feels like someone is always one step ahead of us.”)
Aarav glanced at her. “Iska matlab yeh nahi ki hum peeche hat jayen.” (“That doesn’t mean we step back.”)
Ishani smirked. “Tum kabse itne philosophical ho gaye?” (“Since when did you become so philosophical?”)
Aarav chuckled. “Jabse ek forensic girl ne mujhe stars dikhane shuru kiye.” (“Since a forensic girl started showing me stars.”)
Ishani rolled her eyes but didn’t argue.
For a moment, there was only silence—the hum of the wind, the endless sky above them.
Then, Ishani asked, “Tumhe lagta hai yeh case sirf murder tak simit hai?” (“Do you think this case is only about murder?”)
Aarav sighed. “Nahi. Yeh sirf shuruaat hai.” (“No. This is just the beginning.”)
Somewhere in the darkness, Samar Kaul was still out there.
And they were going to find him.
Then, finally—Match Found.
Her breath caught. The name appeared on the screen.
Samar Kaul.
She frowned. Who the hell was Samar Kaul?
Dr. Malhotra walked in just as she was noting down the details. “Kya mila?” (“What did you find?”)
Ishani turned the screen toward him. “The blood belongs to someone named Samar Kaul. Do we have any records of him in the university database?”
Dr. Malhotra’s brows furrowed. “Kaul… Kaul… Yeh naam suna hua lag raha hai.” (“Kaul… Kaul… That name sounds familiar.”)
Ishani’s fingers flew across the keyboard as she searched the university’s student and staff database.
No records found.
She exhaled sharply. “He’s not a student or faculty member.”
Dr. Malhotra exchanged a glance with her. “Toh yeh aadmi Bhatia sir ke office mein kya kar raha tha?” (“Then what was this man doing in Bhatia sir’s office?”)
Ishani grabbed her phone.
Aarav had spent the entire morning digging into old legal records. If Rohan had been framed, then there had to be a reason. Someone was hiding something.
And then, he found it.
An old case file from six years ago.
The file had two names.
1. Professor Ramesh Bhatia (Victim)
2. Samar Kaul (Defendant)
Aarav’s fingers tightened around the pages. This wasn’t just a coincidence.
Before he could process further, his phone rang. Ishani.
“Mehta, forensic results aa gaye.” (“Mehta, the forensic results are in.”)
Aarav leaned against the table. “Let me guess. Samar Kaul.”
Silence. Then, Ishani’s sharp intake of breath.
“Tumhe kaise pata?” (“How do you know?”) she asked.
Aarav exhaled. “I found an old case file. Six years ago, Bhatia sir testified against someone named Samar Kaul. I don’t have all the details yet, but—”
“Par itna toh confirm hai ki Samar Kaul sirf ek naam nahi hai,” Ishani finished. (“But one thing is certain—Samar Kaul isn’t just a name.”)
They had just uncovered a ghost from Bhatia’s past.
But was he the killer? Or just another piece of the puzzle?
Aarav grabbed the file and headed out. “We need to meet.”
Aarav and Ishani met at a small campus café tucked between the law and forensic buildings. It was quieter than the main student lounges, making it the perfect place to talk without interruptions.
Aarav slapped the case file onto the table. “This proves that Bhatia and Samar Kaul had history.”
Ishani slid the forensic report toward him. “And this proves Samar Kaul was at the crime scene.”
Their eyes met.
Aarav ran a hand through his hair. “Six years ago, Bhatia sir gave a statement in court against Samar Kaul. That means Kaul was involved in some legal trouble before.”
Ishani leaned forward. “Kya case tha?” (“What was the case about?”)
Aarav shook his head. “Not sure yet. I’ll need access to deeper records. But one thing is clear—Kaul had a reason to come back.”
Ishani tapped the report. “And he was injured that night. That means if he’s still alive… someone must be helping him.”
They sat in silence for a moment. Then Aarav smirked. “Funny, isn’t it? Ek lawyer aur ek forensic student milke murder solve kar rahe hain.” (“A lawyer and a forensic student solving a murder together. Funny, isn’t it?”)
Ishani raised an eyebrow. “Ab toh tum maan rahe ho ki forensic science zaroori hai?” (“So now you’re admitting forensic science is necessary?”)
Aarav leaned back. “Maan raha hoon ki forensic girl zaroori hai.” (“I’m admitting that you are necessary.”)
For a second, Ishani didn’t have a comeback.
She cleared her throat and checked her phone. “Raat ko main DNA match ki aur details nikalne ki koshish karungi. Tum case history check kar lo.” (“Tonight, I’ll try to pull more records on the DNA match. You check the case history.”)
Aarav nodded. “And if we find something?”
Ishani’s lips curved slightly. “Toh milte hain observatory pe.” (“Then we meet at the observatory.”)
Aarav chuckled. “Of course. Tumhare stars ke beech investigation chal rahi hai.” (“Of course. This investigation seems to be happening between your stars.”)
She smirked. “Tum bhi toh hamesha aa jate ho.” (“And yet, you always show up.”)
That night, Aarav and Ishani met under the stars again. The observatory was becoming their place—where the chaos of the case didn’t feel so suffocating.
Ishani sat on the railing, Aarav standing beside her, both looking at the night sky.
She exhaled. “Kabhi kabhi lagta hai, koi humse ek kadam aage chal raha hai.” (“Sometimes, it feels like someone is always one step ahead of us.”)
Aarav glanced at her. “Iska matlab yeh nahi ki hum peeche hat jayen.” (“That doesn’t mean we step back.”)
Ishani smirked. “Tum kabse itne philosophical ho gaye?” (“Since when did you become so philosophical?”)
Aarav chuckled. “Jabse ek forensic girl ne mujhe stars dikhane shuru kiye.” (“Since a forensic girl started showing me stars.”)
Ishani rolled her eyes but didn’t argue.
For a moment, there was only silence—the hum of the wind, the endless sky above them.
Then, Ishani asked, “Tumhe lagta hai yeh case sirf murder tak simit hai?” (“Do you think this case is only about murder?”)
Aarav sighed. “Nahi. Yeh sirf shuruaat hai.” (“No. This is just the beginning.”)
Somewhere in the darkness, Samar Kaul was still out there.
And they were going to find him.
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