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“Don’t think your words will deter me. I love him. This isn’t about him; it’s about you and me, Maya. What do you have that he doesn’t see in me?”
“There’s no comparison,” Ranveer intervened, breaking the tension. There was a brief silence in the room. “I could give you countless reasons why Maya is better suited for me, but I don’t want to dwell on this topic. Instead, I’ll offer a concise answer.”
He intertwined his fingers with Maya’s over the table and brought their hands to his heart.
“This,” he declared. “The indescribable reaction my heart has when I touch her, the peace I feel when my eyes meet hers, the tranquility my mind experiences when she’s near, the joy my soul feels when she smiles—all of this. All of these emotions my body goes through, I only experience with her. No other woman, despite their countless efforts.”
Adira was rendered speechless. Ranveer Malhotra, usually a man of few words, articulated himself in a way that left her defenseless. She could only watch as the two locked eyes, their love evident, their intertwined hands conveying the depth of their bond. It ignited jealousy within Adira, but a part of her had already accepted the truth—Ranveer was in love with Maya, and nothing could change that. Not even her futile attempts. She pushed her plate away, her meal half-eaten, and hurried to her room.
Chapter 69
Malhotra Group
“Nitin,” Ranveer exhaled sharply as his techie resource stepped into the cabin. “You better have some good news for me. I canceled an important meeting for this.”
Nitin nodded, placing his laptop on Ranveer’s worktable.
“I have cracked that CD you gave me,” he said, opening some app on his laptop and tilting the screen for Ranveer to watch. “It’s a little blurred. Someone might have tried to destroy it, but I could still make it work.”
He played the CD, and the blurred video played on the screen. It was a scene from Dev Malik’s study room. The same place from where he got the file of his crimes and this CD. Dev Malik was sitting on a chair and speaking to someone over the phone.
“These are baseless allegations. My wife fell from the stairs. It was an accident.”
Ranveer stiffened. Dev Malik’s wife? That meant his mother. Who was Dev Malik talking to? And what allegations?
“Proof?” He wiped the sweat from his forehead. “What proof?”
Ranveer clenched his jaw. Dev Malik’s expressions clearly revealed he was hiding something.
“Which video?” he barked. “Did you put cameras in my home?”
Dev scanned the study he was speaking to and immediately disconnected the present call. He then dialed someone from his Intercom. “Send some technician to Malik Mansion. There might be spy cameras here. It’s urgent.”
The video kept playing for some more time, but Dev Malik had left the room. Then some technician came in and traced the camera which recorded the present video. The screen turned black.
Ranveer leaned back on his chair. Somebody was blackmailing Dev Malik for Ranveer’s mother’s accident. Was it really an accident, or was she… No. He fisted his fingers. If that man had killed his mother, Ranveer promised to kill Dev himself.
“Sir, I think after Dev Malik found this camera, he got the tape extracted and even tried to destroy it. If you noticed, the table clock on Dev Malik’s desk showed this year’s date, which means whoever the blackmailer is, had tried to contact him recently. He might have met that blackmailer, and if there was really any video that could prove his wife’s death was not an accident but murder, he might have even taken care of it.”
Ranveer’s eyes shimmered with rage. All these years, he had an intuition his mother was killed by Dev Malik, but he never got proofs against that man. Now that he had got this hint again, he would not let it go.
“Nitin, I need you to trace anything that could lead us to the person blackmailing Dev Malik. Whoever that person is must have that video, and if the video is destroyed, at least the blackmailer can speak against Dev Malik in court.”
“I will try my best, Sir.”
“Not try, Nitin. I want positive results. It’s connected to my mother’s death, and I wouldn’t let it slip through my hands.”
“I will, Sir,” Nitin assured and left the cabin with his laptop.
Ranveer punched his fists on the table. What a mess! For a second, he felt like going to see Dev Malik in jail and beating him up until he confessed the truth; only if that was a viable option. Proofs were all he needed right now.
His body was on fire, and the only solace right now was speaking to his wife. He pulled out his phone and dialed her number. She never delayed in answering his calls, which he appreciated in situations like these.
“Hello, Husband. Miss me?” she purred.
He shut his eyes, just taking in her voice.
“Ranveer,” she became serious. “What’s wrong?”
