Abhimanyu's hands trembled as he stared at his laptop screen in horror. The project he had poured his heart and soul into, his dream project, was gone. The main presentation, every detail, every calculation, every slide – erased.

He had spent countless nights and days working tirelessly to bring his vision to life. The project was more than just a business venture; it was his passion, his pride. And now, it was all gone.

Abhimanyu frantically scrolled through his files, but they were all blank. The paperwork, the research, the data – everything was missing. His mind reeled as he realized the magnitude of the disaster.

Someone had hacked into his laptop, destroyed his work, and stolen his ideas. Abhimanyu's frustration boiled over, his anger and despair threatening to consume him.

"How could this happen?" he muttered, slamming his fist on the desk. The sound echoed through the room, a stark reminder of his helplessness.

He thought back to the party, wondering if someone had accessed his laptop while he was distracted. Netra's words echoed in his mind – "You'll pay for your success." Was this her doing? Or someone else's?

Abhimanyu's eyes scanned the room, searching for any clue. His phone lay on the table, the anonymous call still etched in his memory. Who was behind this?

"This can't be happening," he whispered, feeling like his world was crumbling. He thought of Aarushi, his partner, his wife. She had been with him every step of the way. How would he face her?

Abhimanyu's hands shook as he dialed her number. The phone rang, each passing moment feeling like an eternity.

"Aarushi...it's gone. Everything's gone," he stammered, his voice cracking.

The line went silent.

"Abhimanyu, what happened?" Aarushi's voice was laced with concern.

Abhimanyu took a deep breath.

"Someone hacked my laptop. The project...it's all gone."

Aarushi's gasp echoed through the line.

"We'll figure it out, Abhimanyu. We'll rebuild," she promised.

But Abhimanyu knew it wasn't that simple. His dream project, his reputation, his future – everything hung in the balance.

He slumped back in his chair, feeling defeated.

Abhimanyu's world had come crashing down around him. His dream project, the culmination of years of hard work and dedication, was gone. The weight of his failure threatened to consume him.

He slumped forward, elbows on his knees, head in his hands. His eyes burned, but no tears fell. He was beyond tears. The pain and despair had numbed him.

"How did it come to this?" he whispered, his voice barely audible. The words echoed in the silence, a haunting reminder of his shattered dreams.

Abhimanyu's mind replayed every moment, every decision, every conversation. Had he trusted the wrong person? Had he overlooked a crucial detail? Self-doubt crept in, taunting him.

"You're not good enough," it whispered.

"You'll never succeed."

Abhimanyu's shoulders sagged under the weight of his doubts. He felt broken, shattered into a million pieces. His confidence, once unshakeable, now lay in tatters.

Aarushi's words echoed in his mind.

"We'll figure it out, Abhimanyu. We'll rebuild."

But Abhimanyu couldn't shake off the feeling of despair. How could he face Aarushi, his team, his investors? How could he start over?

The darkness closed in around him, suffocating him. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think. The weight of his failure crushed him.

Abhimanyu's phone lay forgotten on the table, the screen glowing with unread messages. The world outside moved on, oblivious to his pain.

But Abhimanyu was lost, trapped in his own private hell. He couldn't find the strength to stand up, to fight back.

For the first time in his life, Abhimanyu felt truly broken. His spirit, once unbreakable, now lay shattered.

Time stood still as Abhimanyu sat there, lost in his despair. The silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the sound of his own ragged breathing.

And then, slowly, something stirred within him. A spark of determination, a glimmer of resolve.

Abhimanyu's eyes narrowed.

He would rise from the ashes.

He would rebuild.

He would make it happen.

The darkness receded, replaced by a fierce determination.

Abhimanyu stood up, his shoulders squared.

The battle ahead would be fierce.

But Abhimanyu was ready.

Abhimanyu's mind raced as he pondered the question: Who could betray him at this point? The hacking of his laptop and the destruction of his project had left him reeling. He needed answers.

He thought of his inner circle: Aarushi, Ekansh, Parth, and Krishnaa. Could it be one of them? No, he trusted them implicitly. They had been with him through thick and thin, and he knew their loyalty was unwavering.

But what about Netra his former secretary? Her words at the party still lingered in his mind: "You'll pay for your success." Was she capable of such sabotage? Abhimanyu recalled their tense conversations and her veiled threats. Netra had the motive and the means.

Abhimanyu's thoughts turned to his business rivals. Had someone from the industry orchestrated this? He considered Rajeev, a rival entrepreneur who had been trying to poach his clients. Or perhaps it was Rohan, his former business partner, seeking revenge for their bitter fallout.

He scrolled through his mental list of acquaintances, searching for anyone with a grudge. Abhimanyu's eyes narrowed. He needed answers.

He began to mentally reconstruct the events leading up to the hack. Who had access to his laptop? Who knew about the project's details? The more he thought, the more questions arose.

Abhimanyu's determination solidified. He would find out who was behind this. And he would make them pay.

With a newfound sense of purpose, Abhimanyu started making calls. "Vihaan, I need your help," he said, his voice firm.

"What is it, Abhimanyu?" Vihaan replied.

"We need to investigate. I want to know who did this."

"Consider it done," vihaan said.

Together, they would uncover the truth. And bring the perpetrator to justice.

Abhimanyu's resolve hardened. He would leave no stone unturned.

He would question everyone.

He would analyze every detail.

And he would find the traitor.

The hunt began.

Abhimanyu's eyes gleamed with determination.

Justice would be served.

Abhimanyu glanced at his watch, the glowing digits stark in the darkness: 11:59 PM. Midnight had arrived, marking the end of a disastrous day. The weight of his failure settled heavily upon him, making every movement feel labored.

He gathered his belongings, his hands moving mechanically as his mind replayed the events of the evening. The hacking of his laptop, the destruction of his project, and the uncertainty of who was behind it all swirled together in a toxic mix.

As he walked out of the office, the cool night air enveloped him, but brought no solace. The city's nightlife bustled around him – the honking cars, the chatter of passersby, and the neon lights of billboards – but Abhimanyu felt disconnected.

He hailed a cab, the silence inside a stark contrast to the turmoil in his mind. The driver's occasional glances in the rearview mirror seemed intrusive.

The car turned onto his street, the familiar sights offering no comfort. The Goenka villa loomed before him.

Abhimanyu stepped out into the quiet night, the stillness a stark contrast to his racing thoughts. The darkness seemed to swallow him whole.

Abhimanyu took a deep breath, steeling himself for the long night ahead.

He trudged toward the entrance.

Abhimanyu's mind replayed every conversation.

Every decision.

Every mistake.