Do you know Amar?
"No, I don't know any Amar."
"Alright, fine. But just know this—Vishal and Vinay are dead."
Hearing this, the girl reacted with happiness—
"What?! Those two are dead?!
I knew it.
That's exactly what those bastards deserved."
"Why are you so happy about their death?"
"Because they deserved it.
Because of them, Amar and Sahil lost their lives, and after they were gone, Suman disappeared somewhere."
"Do you know how they died?"
After thinking for a moment—
"No."
After saying that, she starts to leave again. Akhil steps in front of her and stops her—
"Look, I don't know how much it hurts to lose your friends, but I'm doing all this to get justice for my wife.
Please help me.
My wife was also among those who died in the Vijay fraud case.
Right in front of my eyes, she jumped out of the window and lost her life.
Her body was scattered on the ground.
I couldn't save her.
That pain doesn't let me sleep.
Day and night, I keep thinking that somewhere I am responsible for her death, and I've never been able to forgive myself.
But because of Vishal's death, I've got a chance to solve this mystery.
Now I know that even if I had some role in my wife's death, it was that competition that forced her to take that step.
I shouldn't have left her alone.
If you help me, your friends will get justice too.
Please… help me."
The girl says—
"Let's talk inside."
She takes Akhil inside the house.
Everywhere in the house, there are pictures of the same girl whom Akhil had seen on social media with Amar.
Pointing towards one of the pictures, the girl says—
"This house belongs to her.
Suman.
Amar's girlfriend."
"And you?"
"Me? I'm Sunaina.
Sahil's friend."
"Friend… or something more?"
"Sahil only considered me a friend."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning… one-sided love.
I loved Sahil, but Sahil had no interest in girls.
He liked… Amar."
"What?!"
"Did Amar know that Sahil…?"
"No.
No one except me knew that Sahil liked Amar.
Sahil was very intelligent since childhood.
Amar, Sahil, and I—all three of us grew up in the same orphanage.
In the beginning, no one knew about Sahil's secret—that he wasn't interested in girls, but in boys.
I liked him since childhood, but I never had the courage to face him.
He didn't even know that there was a girl named Sunaina who loved him so deeply.
As time passed, I became more and more crazy about him.
But even crazier than me was Sahil—
who, despite knowing that Amar would never love him back, still kept longing for him, without thinking about the future of that path.
Amar considered Sahil his best friend, but Sahil never told him the truth.
Because you know how society is—
how it treats such people.
Society considers the majority to be right,
not because they are right,
but because people are afraid.
And that same fear existed in Sahil.
That's why he kept this truth hidden for so long.
Sahil had an unusual attachment to computers.
Whenever he got time, he would be found sitting in front of one.
Any cyber-related issue—he could solve it instantly.
One day, Amar took Sahil to a bus station to introduce him to a friend.
I also had an interview that day, so I was there too.
Amar introduced Sahil to a girl.
Seeing them together made me feel insecure, so I skipped my interview and stayed there.
Then the three of them sat on a bench near a tea stall, talking.
I also went there quietly to listen.
Sahil asked Amar—
"Who is she?"
"This? Her name is Roma.
I've chosen her for you."
Amar takes out a ring from his pocket—
"Here, take it. And right now, put it on her finger. Fix your engagement today."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, she's going to be your future wife."
"Are you crazy?
Right now, there's no such possibility.
But if you doubt it, I'll even get myself checked.
But for now, do what I'm telling you."
Sahil gets very angry at Amar's behavior and starts to leave.
Amar stops him—
"What happened? Don't you like this girl? I'll find someone better for you.
Why are you getting angry?"
"Oh, so now you'll find a girl for me?
Why? Are you a broker?
If I like someone, I'll find her myself.
Everyone should choose their own life partner.
Otherwise, someone who isn't even capable of choosing their partner shouldn't ruin someone else's life with the help of others.
Got it? Now go."
Sahil leaves angrily.
Watching them and hearing their conversation, it felt like they would never speak to each other again.
And I had never seen Sahil talk to Amar like that before.
At that moment, Amar's face looked like a wilted flower.