Aryansh arrived at the police station with his lawyer, his eyes scanning the area until they landed on Piya, who was sitting on a bench outside the building. Her whimpers from their earlier call had worried him, making him tense. He quickly made his way to her.

"Piya, are you okay?" he asked, concern etched on his face.

Piya looked up at him, shaking her head to signal that she was far from okay. Her heart raced at the thought of what her father might be enduring inside the cell. Tears streamed down her face from the emotional pain.

"Shh, don't worry. I'm here now, and I'll take care of everything. Just stop crying," he reassured her.

His words provided her with strength, and the comfort of his presence eased her fears. She believed he would make everything alright.

"Thank you for coming here, Aryansh," she said, her voice quivering.

"Hey, you don't need to thank me. Jaana, I'm yours. You can call me anytime."

His love for Piya deepened every day, and everything related to her became his priority. He felt she had every right to ask for his help.

Aryansh, Piya, and the lawyer entered the station together. Upon seeing Piya, the inspector barked, "How many times do I have to tell you to wait outside? Don't you understand one simple thing?"

"Language, officer. Don't try to take advantage of your position. Mind your tone," Aryansh snapped, his anger flaring at the inspector's disrespect toward Piya. He couldn't believe how she had been treated in his absence.

The officer glared at Aryansh, shouting back, "Who are you to teach me? Don't forget you're in my police station."

"Where is Mr. Atul Sharma?" Aryansh ignored the officer's outburst, focusing on finding Piya's father.

The officer dismissed him with a wave of his hand, ordering him to wait outside. The lawyer, shocked at the inspector's behavior towards a Shekhawat, felt a twinge of pity for the officer when he saw the rage in Aryansh's eyes.

Piya moved closer to Aryansh, placing her hand on his palm in an attempt to calm him down. He took out his phone, dialing a number right in front of the inspector.

"Hello, this is Aryansh Shekhawat, CEO of Shekhawat Group."

At the mention of "Shekhawat," everyone in the station froze, and the inspector gulped nervously.

"...Yes, Commissioner. I'm calling to ask for your help regarding a person who was arrested this morning. He's at the ZY police station on bribery charges. I'm sure there's some misunderstanding because that person comes from a very humble and respectable family. Could you speak with the inspector and let me know what's needed for bail?" Aryansh said, his voice steady.

"Thank you, Commissioner."

He handed the phone to the inspector, whose hands trembled as he took it.

"Hello, Sir?"

"...Yes, Sir."

"...I will do that immediately."

"...Sure, Sir."

The inspector returned the phone to Aryansh, visibly shaken. "I apologize, Mr. Shekhawat, for my earlier behavior, but today is Sunday, so we can't process the bail for Mr. Sharma."

Piya gasped, tears spilling from her eyes as Aryansh clenched his jaw in anger at the inspector's words.

"Mr. Roy," Aryansh interjected, his voice firm.

Vishwas Roy, one of the top lawyers in the country and an acquaintance of the Shekhawat family, arrived at the station. Aryansh had briefed him about the situation earlier, and Roy had made the necessary arrangements.

"Don't worry, Mr. Shekhawat. I've already made arrangements, and my assistant is on the way with the papers," Roy assured them.

"Officer, can you show me the charges imposed on Mr. Sharma?" Roy asked.

As he reviewed the charges, he discovered they were weak and lacked substantial evidence. The allegations against Piya's father were flimsy, with no concrete proof of guilt.

Soon, Roy's assistant arrived with the special permission papers from the judge, granting bail. Aryansh led Piya outside while Roy handled the formalities.

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"Shh, Jaana, calm down. Please stop crying," Aryansh whispered, wrapping his arm around her.

"Thank you, Aryansh. I don't know what I would have done without you," Piya replied, her gratitude evident.

"Jaana, I will always be here for you. You never have to feel alone."

Piya's respect for Aryansh grew even more. She realized she couldn't have handled the situation without his support. Just then, she saw her father coming out with Mr. Roy. She beamed and rushed to embrace him.

"Papa, I'm so happy you're out!" she sobbed against his chest.

"Yes, me too. Stop crying, beta," he replied softly.

Breaking the hug, Piya's father noticed Aryansh standing nearby. 

"Mr. Shekhawat, you're here?"

"Papa, I called him for help because the inspector wouldn't let me see you, and I didn't know what to do," Piya explained, her gaze cast downward.

Her father understood the gravity of the situation and appreciated Aryansh's intervention. Aryansh's selflessness touched his heart.

"Thank you, Mr. Shekhawat, for your help."

"Not needed, Mr. Sharma. I only supported what is right," Aryansh replied modestly.

As everyone prepared to leave, Aryansh offered them a ride, but Piya insisted on driving her own car.

When they arrived home, Piya's family felt a wave of relief and happiness. When her mother and sister learned that Aryansh had helped them, they expressed their gratitude.

"What a nice person! He didn't hesitate to help us," her mother praised.

"Piya, why did you call him instead of your father's friends?" Siya teased.

"Maa, I was scared and confused. The inspector wasn't letting me see Papa. I thought of asking for help, and he was the only one who came to mind. I wasn't sure if anyone else could help us," Piya explained, leaving out the fact that Aryansh was her boyfriend.

Her family was glad everything had been sorted out.

Later that evening, Mrs. Sharma went to the market and overheard people discussing the morning's incident, speculating about the police's arrival at someone's home.

She quickly finished her shopping, returning home in a bad mood. During dinner, she was unusually quiet. When her family asked her what was wrong, she shared the gossip she had heard.

"Forget it and take a rest," her husband suggested, but Piya couldn't shake the thoughts about who had complained against her father.

Later, Piya called Aryansh, who had been waiting eagerly to check on her.

"Who filed the complaint against my father?" she asked, going straight to the point.

Aryansh explained, "One of the junior colleagues in my father's office tipped off the police, but he's been taken into custody."

"How can an arrest happen based on a suspicion?" Piya questioned.

"Bribery is a serious offense, especially in the IT department. If there's reasonable suspicion or a complaint, they can make an arrest without a warrant," Aryansh replied.

"Oh my god, how could people be so callous?" Piya sighed.

"Yeah, I know, and—"

Before he could continue, Piya's mother walked into her room.

Piya quickly removed her earphones, assuming her mother thought she was listening to music because she hadn't heard her come in.

"Yes, Maa?" she said.

"What do you think about the proposal, beta?" her mother asked gently.

"Maa, please! I'm not in the mood to talk about that. So much happened this morning," Piya replied, frustration creeping into her voice.

Her mother understood and suggested, "Take your time," before leaving the room.

Piya considered calling Aryansh again but panicked when she saw an ongoing call. Annoyed with his reaction, she put her earphones back in and said his name timidly.

"Aryansh, are you there?"

"Yes, I'm here, Piya. So when's your marriage? Don't forget to invite me," he said, halfjokingly but feeling serious about the topic.

"Baby, please listen to me," Piya urged.

"No, you listen to me, Piya Sharma. I don't care who the boy or his family is, and I don't want to know. You will tell your family that you don't want to marry him, understood?" he demanded.

"Why are you getting angry with me? I will talk to my parents later! You're acting like I've already agreed to the proposal," she shot back.

"Shut up and do what I said. Are we clear on this?" Aryansh's tone was firm, leaving no room for argument.

Feeling frustrated, Piya decided to cut the call. "I'm sleepy. Bye, good night."

As she hung up, Aryansh misunderstood her annoyance, wondering if she was interested in the boy.

Is this why she hadn't rejected the proposal in front of her parents? That thought ignited a wave of jealousy in him. In a fit of rage, he threw his phone, shattering it into pieces.

"I won't spare you, Piya, if you dare play with my feelings," he vowed, anger coursing through him.