Chapter - 0 7

Justice and Reconciliation

The weight of the past few weeks bore down on Parth as he sat in his dimly lit office, staring at the stack of evidence in front of him. It was all there—the forged documents, the recorded conversations, the bribes, and the blackmail. Everything they had uncovered, every lie exposed, was now a weapon in their hands. The truth was no longer a distant dream. It was a reality, and with this final batch of evidence, it was time for the storm to hit.

Jiya had been with him every step of the way, but tonight, the weight of everything they had been through settled heavily between them. The battle wasn’t over yet, but they were closer than ever to putting an end to Rajat and the politician’s reign of manipulation and deceit.

“Parth,” Jiya’s voice broke through his thoughts, and he looked up to find her standing at the door, her expression thoughtful. “Is this really the right time?”

He met her gaze, his eyes filled with determination. “We’ve come this far, Jiya. We can’t stop now.”

Her lips pressed together in a tight line, but she nodded. She had trusted him every step of the way, despite the distance they had placed between each other. But this? This was the final push. The moment when everything would either come crashing down or finally, painfully, be set right.

“I’m ready,” Jiya said, walking toward him and dropping down into the chair beside him. “But I’m scared. Not for us, but for what might happen next. This... it’s bigger than us now. If we go public with this, there’s no turning back.”

Parth’s jaw clenched. He knew exactly what she meant. The people they were about to take down weren’t just criminals—they were powerful, connected, and ruthless. But they couldn’t live in fear anymore. Not after everything that had happened.

“We’ll have to be smart,” Parth said, leaning back in his chair. “But with everything we’ve uncovered, they’ll be exposed. Rajat and that politician will face justice. And when they do, the truth will be known.”

Jiya’s eyes softened as she reached out, placing her hand over his. “I know. But we have to be prepared for whatever comes next. Once this breaks, there’s no going back.”

He nodded, a flicker of something deeper passing between them. The reality of the moment was heavy, but in the midst of the chaos, they had found something—each other. And no matter the outcome, that was the one thing they could hold on to.

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The following morning, they stood together in the police precinct, facing Parth’s superior officer, ACP Meera Kapoor, who was reviewing the final set of evidence they had collected. Her expression was unreadable as she flicked through the files, but when she looked up, the tension in the air was palpable.

“You’ve done it,” Meera said, her voice low and approving. “This is enough to bring both Rajat and the politician down. But be ready. They won’t go down without a fight.”

Parth didn’t flinch. “We’re ready,” he said, his voice steady. “We’re taking this to the media. The public deserves to know the truth.”

Meera gave him a sharp look, as if weighing the decision in her mind. “I’ll give you my full support. But be prepared for the fallout. There’s no telling how far they’ll go to protect themselves.”

Parth and Jiya exchanged a glance, knowing the danger that lay ahead. But they had made their choice. There was no going back.

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The news broke like wildfire. Headlines screamed of Rajat’s involvement in the murder of Judge Saxena, the conspiracy between him and the politician to cover up their illegal dealings. Evidence of their manipulation, their betrayals, and the depths of their corruption were laid bare for the world to see. Parth had been right. This was bigger than they had ever anticipated.

But the storm wasn’t over yet.

That night, Parth and Jiya found themselves walking down the dimly lit streets of the city, their hearts racing with the adrenaline of their success. The investigation was closed. The case was over. And yet, something still lingered in the air.

“They’re not going to take this lying down,” Parth said, his voice tense as he glanced around. The city felt different tonight—darker, quieter. The calm before the storm.

Jiya nodded, but there was a quiet strength in her expression. “We’ve come too far to be scared now.”

Just as she spoke, the sound of an engine revving pierced the silence. A black SUV came speeding around the corner, tires screeching as it veered toward them. Parth’s instincts kicked in, and he pushed Jiya out of the way just as the vehicle roared past. It was too close, too calculated. They had been followed.

“Get down!” Parth shouted, pulling Jiya into the nearest alleyway as the SUV came to a halt at the mouth of the alley. Two figures in dark clothing emerged, both armed. Jiya’s breath caught in her throat as she looked at Parth, her heart pounding.

“Stay behind me,” Parth ordered, his voice cold with determination. He didn’t need to look at her to know she was scared. They both were. But there was no time for fear now.

Without warning, the men advanced, weapons raised. Parth’s reflexes were honed from years of training. He moved in a blur, knocking one of the assailants off balance and disarming him in a flash. But the second man was quicker. A gunshot rang out, and Parth’s heart stopped as he felt a sharp pain sear through his shoulder.

“Parth!” Jiya’s voice cracked, and before he could react, she was on her feet, pulling out the gun she had taken to carrying for safety. The sound of gunfire echoed through the alley, and the second assailant dropped to the ground, his weapon skidding out of reach.

Parth’s vision blurred as he stumbled back, clutching his shoulder. Blood stained his shirt, but he refused to show weakness. Not now.

“I’m fine,” he muttered, gritting his teeth. “Let’s go.”

With Jiya’s help, they made it back to the car, barely escaping the danger that had been thrust upon them. The danger wasn’t over, but they had survived. They always survived.

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The next day, Parth’s superiors praised his work. The case was officially closed. Rajat and the politician were arrested, and their criminal empire crumbled beneath the weight of their own greed and betrayal. Parth had done it—he had brought justice to a world that so often overlooked it.

But the victory came at a price.

As the dust settled, Parth and Jiya found themselves in a quiet café, sitting across from each other in the aftermath of everything that had happened. Their eyes met across the table, and for the first time in days, the world seemed still.

“You did it,” Jiya said softly, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “We did it.”

Parth’s heart swelled at her words. He knew they had made it through the storm together, but there was something more. They had fought for justice, and now, they had to fight for each other.

“There’s something I need to say, Jiya,” Parth began, his voice steady but tinged with emotion. “I know we’ve been through a lot, and I know things haven’t been easy. But I want you to know that I’m not going anywhere. I want you to give me a chance—give us a chance.”

Jiya’s eyes softened, but the vulnerability in them was unmistakable. “Parth,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I don’t know if I can. Everything’s been so complicated, and I don’t want to go through this again.”

He reached across the table, taking her hand in his, his touch gentle but firm. “I know I’ve messed up. But I’m asking you for one last chance. I promise, Jiya, I’ll never let work come between us again. We’re stronger together. You have to know that.”

Jiya hesitated for a moment, the weight of the past pressing against her heart. But then she looked into his eyes—eyes filled with love and sincerity—and she knew, deep down, that this was where she belonged.

“If you blow this, Parth,” she whispered, her voice trembling, “I’ll never forgive you.”

He nodded, his grip tightening around her hand as if sealing a vow. Without another word, he leaned forward, capturing her lips in a kiss that spoke of all the pain, all the longing, and all the hope that had been building between them. It was a kiss that symbolized a fresh start, a new beginning, and the promise that, no matter what happened, they would face it together.

And in that moment, they both knew—no matter the obstacles that lay ahead, they were ready to face them, side by side.

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Let me know if the plot is interesting or not.

Words in italics are Flashback

List of Ongoing Stories.

1) Sunn Yaara (RagLak)
2) Falling For my Wife (RagLak)(os) ✓
3) The Twist of Fate (TeZain)
4) You're The One For Me? (TeVin).
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