"I changed the lock to my flat kiddo and any of you aren't allowed in."

Sejal said showing her new keys like a little girl finally getting her princess frock, while Darshan simply rolled his eyes knowing she will be the one who is going to call him for help at last.

"I always have my window to enter."

Raghav said grinning like he didn't care about any locks and stuff, he seemed genuinely happy to be someone whose ancestors were monkeys who didn't need houses.

"How are you prepared for your first interview as the new owner of RCSM?"

Darshan asked to change the topic from house keys, and moreover to stop a fight regarding ordering of strawberry or blueberry shakes although they had two absolutely different serene colors.

"Not much, just the be yourself speech I remember from my therapist a few years back."

Raghav gave a not so amused reaction to which Darshan kicked his feet under table trying to send the act-surprised-face message; little did he know that Sejal was quite aware of the sudden mention tension of therapist.

"Why did you go to a therapist?"

To answer Raghav she had to take a deep inhale of vague air repeating the lessons she has been thought to answer such quirky triggering questions.

"After the death of my mom, when Dad abandoned me to Uncle Bhairav I went quite much into depression. Not many people know about this phase of my life, a few like Dad, Uncle Bhairav and yeah-of course your father knew about it Darshan."

"I am sorry about that Sejal, I didn't know."

As Raghav apologized Sejal watched Darshan for possible reactions that he might know about this or at least somewhere he had heard it from his father.

"It is not bad going to Juvenile."

Darshan muttered slowly because from the moment he knew about this he has always imagined countless conversations in his head of how is he going to pose it to the lady he is falling in love with. Watching Sejal he knew it was not quite a surprise for her but she was taken aback for a second.

"Uh- why I am not a part of this conversation anymore?"

Raghav asked unsure of either he heard the wrong word Juvenile instead of Jurassic or they were actually having an acetyls conversation regarding something he didn't know about.

"Because it is a blow from my past before I met you, how much do you know Dr Vyas?"

"I know enough to put a fraud case on you again."

Sejal bit her bottom lip in vigilance, because this is not how she was expecting things to turn out subjected to her past. Obviously, she had done badly but that doesn't make her a bad person anymore.

"You wouldn't do that, would you?"

"Probably not, because I don't have any profits from it unless I want to marry you."

Darshan knew he is taking the conversation into the wrong direction but he couldn't help his glutton side to preserve any level headed conversation with his lady love.

"You wouldn't do that too, would you?"

"Why am I not part of this conversation again?"

Rolling her eyes Sejal started explaining Raghav about the fitting puzzles of her past- during the time when her mother was struggling cancer, her dear father was busy setting up his experiments in lab and they were running out of money is what she assumed. So, she wanted to do something which would be an easy job and lots of money.

She had a friend in the line of cocaine, the perks of going to a wealthy school when your mother is dying of cancer!

It took her a few weeks to turn into a supplier because of her links of friends in that field- soon Sejal started selling cocaine, heroin and what not to anybody with money. She was desperate but not the level of selling her soul and morals.

Being a quick learner Sejal learnt easily how to identify clients, how to escape police and how to forge a drug deal into a theft heist or murder attempt gone south cases. She was brilliant in whatever she did, that helped her in performing three chemotherapy sessions to her mother secretly without the knowledge of it to her father.

Everything was going perfectly until her mother; one of her reasons to live gave up on life and died struggling with her leukemia. After that she turned cold stone, nothing was meaningful to do so she decided to do the most noble and sensible thing-outland the drug dealers because she had no income and interest in it anymore.

But it seems that things went wrong because her locations and names no more matched the dealers- obviously it was being run on a large scale, so it was she who got framed. Technically got caught and not framed because at one time she had also done this stuff.

That is when Sejal was sent to Juvenile but her father didn't want the family name to be tarnished because he was successful in opening his little place of research with lots of fund renewals-that is where RCSM stands today. So Dr Shravan Bhattacharya used the upper class leverage at that time, this is where Mr Abhilash Vyas; father of the inevitable Nikhil and Darshan comes into the picture.

Mr Abhilash was a well settled businessman by then and one of the funder of RCSM, he also had matched thoughts with her father because nobody wanted a family scandal even before a prestigious workplace is build up.

"Whoa- seeing you nobody could say you could even be badass!"

Raghav exclaimed sipping his strawberry shake grasping all the information point by point and even regretting of being the reason of making Sejla go through her worst nightmares twice; one during her birthday when they reported her missing and the other when he mindlessly bought a stolen bullet.

"I didn't know physical appearance changed after going to jail."

Darshan chuckled saying that, because he knew triggering Sejal only would make her speak up everything.

"Huh-I didn't like my eye colour anymore because Dad has black eyes, and when Dad gave away my custody to Uncle Bhairav because he couldn't take care of a brat like me I decided never to be like him. And I didn't want my eyes to become brown like my mother because it would always remind me that she is dead. So, I went with hazel because back in school I had a bestfriend named Hazel."

Raghav choked on his drink and shouted loudly that her eyes are black all this time! That is when Darshan revealed about how he knew all this about her-

"The night you were dying of hypothermia, I saw your black eyes for the first time when we had to remove your contacts during treatment. But, that didn't intrigue me a lot because it is common for anyone to use contacts. I was shocked to read your blood type matching with the information bank of our chairman's daughter-you may know by now that Dr Shravan Bhattacharya has a vault of information and memories about you in our storage bank, that is when I realize you are the missing yellow whom Aryan is searching."

All blood drained from her face as if blood was running upside down from her toe to head listening to what Darshan said just now, because he knew her selling name was yellow and that was bad news because she didn't give the police also this liable information and she couldn't understand why Aryan was in the middle of everything all of sudden.

"What has Dr Shetty have to do with me being Yellow?"

"He hates that person from the core of his heart; he is searching her from the past seven years."

Darshan explained not wanting to explain how madly Aryan has searched all this time following every lead which came to dead ends and how Darshan himself was so involved in all this process, in fact he was the one who knew about the seller name being Yellow which he shared with Aryan, but he is betraying his best friend now to save the girl he loves or contrary could be to save his bestfriend from breaking down again because Sejal was the only person he was happy with.

"Wait-is that why he made me hack-?"

Raghav was cut off when Darshan denied it not wanting to give Sejal any bad hope that Aryan is still searching for her because he has already taken care of it and knew Aryan is never going to back down from his deal.

"Dr Vyas can you please explain me in a little detail?"

"Now-that sounds kinky baby doll."

Sejal gave a hard stare at Raghav stating how her heart is practically out of her rib cage knowing that somehow the person who deeply loves her on the other side even hates her unknowingly.

"Shreya Sister was his only family as you know how dysfunctional they were, she was into drugs-which you might not know. She went to rehab and your mother was her therapist that explains your mother having a deep connection with your boyfriend-"

Darshan took a sip from his own blueberry shake as if giving her time to still process which she thankfully took because in all the mess and no-commitment relationship with Aryan she never got the chance to know of how did Aryan meet her mother.

"um-now, the drug was all out of her system and Shreya Sister has promised his dear brother never to do drugs again but apparently she died because of drug overdose and depression. Aryan found out from her diary that she was in love with a black eyed girl who is a drug seller and she bought this whole lot of drugs to pay a high amount of money because she was in need of money."

That is when Sejal could vaguely remember a figure of a girl who took her first kiss away in return of money, and bought all the drugs for the day which Sejal herself packed in a box to be tricked like a chocolate box. At that time what mattered her was the money, and she could have never ever thought that one day she is going to fall in love with the brother of her customer with whom she shared a girl kiss.

"What does that have to do with me now? Because she was a customer and I intend to fulfill their requirements."

"Aryan hates Yellow because if he blames the drugs for his sister's death, his sister had access to drugs to die because she bought them to keep happy the lady she loved-it is hard to survive being a lesbian."

Sejal could only see red; she couldn't sense anything else except that somehow she is responsible for the death of Shreya. And Aryan hates her although he doesn't know its her.

"Okay-let's get this straight Beautiful, You are never going to talk to Shitty about you being yellow because he hates her with a passion and has even taken an oath to kill her by overdosing with the same amount of drugs as Shreya Sister."

Darshan wanted to keep it straight about his intention of sharing this piece of information, he doesn't want to see his bestfriend breaking again because Sejal is the only person who manages to keep Aryan sane and he isn't going to ruin it because of some bitchy past!

Sejal could barely nod still processing the information, it felt so surreal because thinking about Aryan hating her is breaking her heart into inseparable piece what if he actually knows about it?

"Beautiful, I didn't say all this to you to die in guilt. I am explaining you this so that you could take care of Shitty better and trust me Aryan is changed he won't go looking for Yellow ever. Are we clear?"

"What if he does?"

"That only means you don't trust me."

Darshan knew well when to play the emotional blackmail card which worked as usual, he didn't want to do all this in front of Raghav but in case something ever happen at least they could count on Rags for help.

"Okay, now that we are settled I have something important to deal with Viona so Raghav please take care of Beautiful-Gotcha go."

This was more surprising for Sejal because just now Darshan dropped a bomb on her emotions and instead of help her deal with misery he is going to meet Viona.

Not so typical of Darshan!

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Katyusha now with a Vyas surname was back from her honeymoon is now becoming a pain in the ass of Sejal because she is hell bent on picking up the right suiting outfit for the interview of Sejal.

After a lot of trials, contemplations and selections Katyusha finally zeroed on an amber colour cropped neck with butterfly shaped hands reaching up to the knee length stating it was the perfect resemblance for a richly commoner girl look, pairing it with some heavy ribbon shaped red heels.

"It is going to be okay, trust me."

Dr Shravan Bhattacharya gave this encouraging line sitting beside her at the conference table, Sejal was obviously nervous and the last thing she wanted to do was trust her father because he could simply flip to any side any time-that's what he is, a manipulative business man.

"Hello Dr Sejal Seghal, we all are interested to know what made you accept the position?"

Sejal was now excited to answer this question because she was dreading to talk about her change of mind.

"It is a powerful position and power can lure anything. Power was the main attraction because sitting here I could make decisions which can help thousands of people which I may notable to be doing just being a doctor. It is a prestigious post and if I don't take this post surely somebody will, so why leave the opportunity? Most importantly I can let RCSM just left out as a business, it is family and support for many people and I would love to continue keeping up with it."

Her father and a few board members sitting along with her were impressed by the answer is what their faces were screaming, she wished Aryan could also be here and see her facing the world so confidently but again she wished he better not be here because if she is going to see him definitely she is going to turn paranoid knowing that he can find out any moment that she is Yellow.

As if reading her first thoughts Aryan entered the press meet area looking all dapper in his black tuxedo, the last thing she was expecting from him now was a hand with a circle and three fingers letting her know he was complimenting her look. And he was smiling at her.

All the time she continued answering the questions she could feel his eyes on her but Sejal didn't dare look back at him maybe scared that he could read through her eyes and soul.

He was happy and that's unusual and that was making Sejal more uptight of the situation, all she wanted to do was check whether he was drunk or something.

Aryan tapped at his microphone, grabbing attention as she saw him staring at her and then Sejal could clearly see the confusion on the calm face of her father not expecting something from Aryan.

"I have an announcement or you can just say-I have something to share with everyone."

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Hello dear readers,

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P.s-My computer is turning into a bitch! I typed half of the chapter and it wouldn't save so here I am with the latest typed version because I actually forgot what I had typed (;

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