Before Piya could even process Misha’s comforting words, the heavy metal door of the cell slowly opened.
Mr. Singhaniya’s lawyer stood there, but he didn’t look calm or victorious.
Instead, he looked completely anxious, his face visibly pale and drawn.
He stepped into the room slowly, the confident energy he had earlier completely gone.
Misha’s smile vanished instantly.
She stepped forward, her brow furrowed in confusion and worry.
“What happened, Uncle? Why is your face so pale?”
The lawyer looked down, struggling to meet their eyes.
“Actually, Misha…” he started, his voice suddenly breaking.
He took a heavy, defeated breath.
“Actually… the police have strong proof for the allegations.”
“What proof?!” Misha demanded.
“The drugs… they were found zipped securely inside Piya’s personal bag,” the lawyer explained grimly.
“And… the hostel Warden just gave an official statement. She confirmed to the police that the bag definitively belongs to Piya.”
‘”What?!”‘ Misha gasped in utter shock.
Hearing that the Warden—the woman who was supposed to be her mother’s friend and her guardian at the college—had officially turned against her and sealed the trap, Piya’s heart completely shattered.
Her breath hitched, and her eyes immediately filled with fresh, helpless tears as the terrifying reality closed in around her.
Misha opened her mouth, furiously preparing to argue, but before she could say a single word, the stern lady cop stepped into the cell.
“Your time is up,” the officer announced coldly.
“But—!” Misha started, stepping forward aggressively.
The lawyer quickly held Misha back, his voice urgent and panicked.
“Misha, please, don’t do this. If you do anything reckless right now, it will only worsen her case. So please…”
“But…”
Just then, Kabir pushed his way into the cell.
“Wait,” he said sharply to the cop, his tone commanding enough to make her pause for a second.
He walked straight up to Piya and gently but firmly held her trembling hands in his.
His eyes locked onto hers with absolute, unshakable determination.
“Piya, don’t worry. I am with you,” Kabir said, his voice soft but filled with a fierce promise.
“And I promise you, by tomorrow, you will be out from this cell. These stupid allegations will be cleared from your name, and the actual culprit will be arrested. Okay? But please… believe us.”
Misha stepped up right beside Kabir, her fierce loyalty shining through her tears as she looked at her friend.
“Yes, Piya, Kabir is right,” Misha said softly, her voice thick with emotion.
“Believe us.”
They all stepped outside the police station into the crisp air.
Suddenly, a car screeched to a halt right in front of Misha’s vehicle.
The door flew open, and Mr. Singhania stepped out, rushing toward them.
“Misha, I’m sorry to just show up, but it’s urgent,” he said breathlessly.
“Where is Piya?”
“Dad…” Misha started, her voice trembling as she struggled to find the right words.
“Actually, the lawyer said the allegations against her are incredibly strong. The police have proof, so we have to find a way to clear her name first. And Dad, do you know what? The hostel warden actually confirmed that the bag with the drugs belongs to Piya.”
Mr. Singhania’s expression hardened as he processed the information.
“Misha, I think we need to go to the hostel and talk to that warden immediately. The bag might genuinely be hers, which means someone trapped Piya by planting those drugs inside it. Let’s go.”
He then turned to Kabir, his tone shifting to one of quiet authority.
“Kabir, please go with her. I brought my own car, so I’ll follow behind. And please, you take the wheel. Misha is far too tense right now, and she drives recklessly when she’s stressed.” This story is hosted at NovelPing.
“Okay, Uncle,” Kabir nodded in agreement.
He walked over to the driver’s seat of Misha’s car and gently called out to her, guiding her to the passenger seat.
Once Misha was safely inside, Mr. Singhania hurried back into his own car, and both vehicles pulled away from the station, speeding toward the hostel to uncover the truth.
They headed straight to the warden’s office, eager for clear answers.
Mr. Singhaniya took charge immediately, demanding a full explanation of how a new scholarship student could end up in handcuffs within 24 hours of moving into her room.
The warden looked overwhelmed, clearly shaken by the presence of someone as influential as Mr. Singhaniya alongside Misha and Kabir.
“Please, calm down,” the warden stammered, stepping out from behind her desk.
“I will tell you everything, but we need to talk inside her room.”
Without wasting another second, she led them down the corridor straight to Piya’s hostel room to explain how the entire disaster unfolded.They walked straight down the hallway, and the warden unlocked the door to Piya’s room.
When they stepped inside, they saw the room was completely trashed from the police investigation.
Clothes were thrown everywhere, drawers were yanked onto the floor, and the mattress was half-flipped off the bed.
The warden turned to them, her face pale as she gestured around the ruined space.
“Actually, I found something weird this morning,” the warden confessed, her voice shaking slightly.
“So I called the police to check it out. They searched the room and found a smell… it was the smell of something very dangerous—drugs. And they were hidden inside a bag. When I saw the bag, I recognized it immediately. I found out it was Piya’s… but I don’t believe Piya is the culprit.”
Misha’s eyes widened, and Kabir stepped forward, his expression instantly sharpening.
“If you don’t believe she did it, then why tell the cops it was her bag?!” Misha demanded, her voice rising in frustration.
“Because it “is” her bag, Misha! I couldn’t lie to the police about that!” the warden pleaded, wringing her hands anxiously.
“But Piya is a quiet, hardworking scholarship student who just got here yesterday! She doesn’t have the money or the connections for something like this. Someone obviously used her bag to frame her!”
Kabir began pacing around the messy room, his sharp eyes scanning the scattered belongings until he stopped right beside Piya’s open closet.
He crouched down, noticing a faint, metallic trace in the air that didn’t smell like drugs at all.
“If someone used her bag,” Kabir said, his tone dropping low and serious, “they had to be inside this room while she was asleep. Which means her roommates are directly involved.”