That night—
Vivek couldn't rest.
His mind kept circling back—
to the same things.
The strange behavior of the society members.
And most importantly—
the hidden door.
He leaned back, staring into nothing.
"I was so close…" he murmured.
"So close to knowing what's inside…"
His jaw tightened.
"But that door stopped me."
A pause.
"What could be its password…?"
"Where do I find it?"
Frustration crept in.
"It's strange…" he whispered.
"How can a case be this complicated?"
Then his eyes hardened.
"But I will solve it."
"The society members won't tell me anything…"
"…so I'll find it myself."
He stood up.
Walked to the shelf.
Picked up Sara's diary again.
"Maybe the answer is here…" he said.
He started reading.
Slowly.
Carefully.
Page after page.
But—
nothing.
No clear clue.
No password.
Vivek slammed the diary shut.
Frustration clearly visible.
"What is the password?!" he muttered.
A moment passed.
Then—
he closed his eyes.
Started recalling everything.
Sara's death.
Lilly's disappearance.
Flat numbers.
Locations.
Then suddenly—
his eyes opened.
A thought struck him.
"Lilly… lived in Flat 307."
"Sara… lived in Flat 52."
"And the hidden door…"
He paused.
"…is on the ground floor."
"Zero."
Silence.
Vivek slowly sat up.
"Could this be it…?" he whispered.
Numbers.
Connected.
Not random.
He quickly grabbed a notebook.
Started writing combinations.
Different patterns.
Different orders.
One after another.
Then he stopped.
Looked at one final combination.
502307
Vivek stared at it.
"This is it…" he whispered.
The next morning—
he rushed to Gitanjali Society.
Straight to the hidden door.
No hesitation.
No doubt.
He entered the passage.
Reached the locked door.
His fingers moved quickly.
One by one—
he entered the combinations.
Error.
Error.
Error.
Frustration started rising again.
Then—
the last attempt.
He took a breath.
And entered—
502307
A second passed.
Then—
click.
The door unlocked.
Silence.
Vivek smirked slightly.
His eyes darkened.
He leaned forward—
and whispered—
"Now… the game begins."
Vivek slowly pushed the door open.
It creaked.
A long, heavy sound—
as if it hadn't been opened for years.
Darkness waited inside.
Cold.
Still.
Vivek stepped in carefully.
His team followed.
The air felt suffocating.
As if this place had been hiding secrets for too long.
His eyes adjusted slowly.
Scanning the room.
Then—
he froze.
At one corner—
someone was lying there.
A girl.
Unconscious.
Vivek's expression changed instantly.
"That's not the girl from the footage…" he whispered.
He rushed toward her.
Kneeling beside her.
She looked weak.
Extremely pale.
As if she hadn't eaten or moved for days.
Vivek quickly checked her pulse.
Then her breathing.
A second passed.
"She's alive," he said.
Relief.
But only for a moment.
"Water," he ordered.
"Now."
An officer quickly handed him a glass.
Vivek sprinkled a few drops on her face.
No response.
He tried again.
Slowly—
her fingers moved.
Then—
her eyes opened.
Weak.
Barely conscious.
Confused.
Vivek supported her.
Gave her some water.
She drank slowly.
Struggling.
After a moment—
Vivek looked into her eyes.
"Who are you?" he asked.
But the girl didn't answer.
She couldn't.
Her lips trembled—
but no words came out.
She was too weak.
Too scared.
And maybe—
she knew something.
Vivek carefully lifted the girl.
Supporting her weak body—
he brought her out of the hidden passage.
The moment they stepped into the society—
everyone froze.
Eyes widened.
Fear spread instantly.
Whispers turned into panic.
Then suddenly—
a man shouted—
"She's Lilly!"
Silence.
Dead silence.
Vivek looked at the girl.
His mind racing.
He leaned slightly closer.
"Are you… Lilly?" he asked.
The girl looked at him.
Weak.
Tired.
Then slowly—
she nodded.
Vivek's expression changed.
Shock.
Confusion.
Because one question hit him instantly—
If Lilly is alive…
then who was behind everything?
But before he could think further—
voices started rising.
The society members.
Their fear—
turning into anger.
"You're the reason!" someone shouted.
"All these deaths—because of you!"
"Your curse destroyed everything!"
An old man stepped forward.
His voice filled with hatred—
"Because of you, we lost our peace…"
"We can't even trust our own families now!"
His eyes burned with fear and anger.
"You should have died that day!"
The crowd grew louder.
Blaming.
Accusing.
Attacking with words.
Lilly stood there—
too weak to even defend herself.
Her eyes filled with fear.
Then—
"SHUT UP!"
Vivek's voice echoed.
Everyone froze.
"That's enough!" he said sharply.
His eyes locked on the crowd.
"She's not in a condition to answer anything."
A pause.
"Or to be blamed."
Silence spread again.
Heavy.
Uncomfortable.
Vivek stepped forward.
Standing between Lilly and the crowd.
Protecting her.
"This ends now," he said firmly.
Because the truth was finally out—
and it was nothing like they believed.
Vivek didn't waste any time.
He helped Lilly walk—
slowly—
and took her to her flat.
Everything inside felt untouched.
Like time had stopped there.
He turned to an officer.
"Bring some food," he said.
"And make sure she eats."
The officer nodded.
Lilly sat quietly.
Weak.
Still trying to understand everything around her.
After a few hours—
her condition improved a little.
Not much—
but enough to speak.
Vivek entered the flat again.
His expression serious.
But calmer now.
He sat in front of her.
"What happened to you?" he asked.
"Who locked you in that room?"
Lilly looked at him.
Her eyes tired.
Haunted.
"I don't know…" she said softly.
Vivek frowned.
"You don't remember?"
She shook her head slowly.
"No…"
A pause.
Vivek leaned forward.
"How long were you there?"
Lilly took a deep breath.
Her voice barely above a whisper—
"…almost ten years."
Silence.
Vivek froze.
Ten years.
Hidden.
Alive.
But forgotten.
Then—
Lilly looked down.
Her fingers trembling slightly.
"There's something you should know…" she said.
Vivek's eyes fixed on her.
"Ten years ago…"
"I lost my parents."
A pause.
Her voice grew heavier.
Her eyes filled with something deeper—
pain… and truth.
"And after that…"
She looked at Vivek.
"I wanted to reveal everything."
Because the truth they feared…
was finally about to be spoken.