“Where are her roommates right now?” Kabir asked, turning his sharp gaze back to the warden.
“They told me they went to a friend’s house nearby…” the warden began, glancing nervously at the doorway.
Right on cue, the heavy wooden door creaked open, and the two roommates walked in.
They froze instantly, their eyes darting nervously as they realized their wrecked room was currently occupied by their imposing warden, two furious students, and a terrifyingly powerful man in a tailored suit.
Mr. Singhaniya didn’t waste a second.
He stepped right up to them, his commanding presence demanding immediate answers about the bag and the drugs.
But the girls stubbornly shook their heads, acting completely clueless.
They refused to say anything useful, repeating over and over in flat, robotic voices that they didn’t know anything about Piya’s belongings.
Kabir spent another ten minutes aggressively searching their side of the room, checking under the beds and behind the shelves, but he didn’t find a single hidden clue.
Frustrated and hitting a dead end, the group finally left the hostel and walked back out into the sunlit parking lot.
As they reached the cars, Misha grabbed Kabir’s arm and turned to her father.
“Dad, listen. Piya told me something right before she got arrested,” Misha said, her voice dropping low.
“She said that when she first arrived in her room last night, there was a really weird smell. Something totally unnatural that she had never smelled before. And did you notice those two idiot girls up there? They were lying to you like they weren’t even in their right senses! Their eyes looked completely weird, almost empty. I am telling you, that drug stash belongs to them.”
Kabir raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms.
“If you knew that, then why didn’t you say anything to the warden while we were still inside?”
Misha glared at him and shoved his shoulder. New chapters come out on g.com first.
“Oh, shut up, loser! If I said that inside, the warden and the cops would immediately demand proof—which I don’t have yet! We need actual, solid proof before we officially allege someone, otherwise they’ll just cover their tracks.”
Mr. Singhaniya nodded slowly, a dark, calculating look in his eyes.
“Misha is right. Accusations without evidence will only put the real culprits on guard. We need to find out what really happened in that room last night.”
The black SUV pulled away from the college campus and headed straight for the law firm in the heart of the city center.
Inside the sleek, glass-walled office, Mr. Singhaniya and Misha quickly relayed everything to the head attorney, focusing heavily on the roommates’ strange behavior and empty eyes.
Wasting no time, the lawyer rapidly drafted a comprehensive legal file.
It outlined a strong defense for Piya’s innocence based on a setup and included a formal legal petition demanding an immediate toxicology and blood test on the two roommates, asserting they were the actual drug addicts trying to shift the blame.
Armed with the newly prepared documents, Mr. Singhaniya, Misha, Kabir, and the lawyer stormed back into the police station.
They marched right up to the lead inspector’s desk, the lawyer raising the file to officially demand the medical check.
Before he could even speak a single word, the heavy glass doors of the precinct flew open..
“Wait!” a voice echoed loudly over the noise of the station.
Everyone turned around.
The college warden was rushing inside, looking completely out of breath.
The warden marched them straight up to the inspector’s desk, her face pale but resolute.
“Stop the paperwork. They told me the truth. The real culprit is not Piya.”
Misha crossed her arms, a triumphant, fiery look flashing in her eyes as she glared at the two shivering girls.
“These two girls are the actual addicts,” the warden explained, her voice echoing in the silent room as she handed a written confession to the shocked police officer.
“When you all left the hostel, I cornered them. They finally broke down and confessed. They knew they had a massive stash and thought they were going to get caught during the term inspections. So, when they realized they were trapped, they panicked and planted the drugs in the new girl’s bag to frame her and save themselves.”
Kabir let out a sharp, mocking scoff, glaring at the roommates.
“Absolute cowards.”
The lead officer stared at the two girls, who were now sobbing silently, refusing to look up from the floor.
He let out a heavy, embarrassed sigh, realizing just how badly his department had botched the investigation by arresting an innocent scholarship student.
The heavy iron door of the lock-up clicked, swinging open with a loud, echoing creak.
Piya stepped out of the dim cell, blinking against the harsh fluorescent lights of the police station.
Standing right there in the hallway were Misha, Kabir, and the warden, all beaming with sheer relief.
But as Piya took a step forward, her eyes drifted past her friends and locked onto the tall, imposing figure of Mr. Singhaniya standing a few feet away.