Aarav stood alone in his office.
The recording played again.
And again.
And again.
"…this marriage was a mistake."
His own voice.
But something felt off.
Subtle.
Wrong.
He closed his eyes.
Thinking.
Remembering.
That day.
That conversation.
Then—
His eyes snapped open.
"It's edited."
His phone was already in his hand.
"Get me everything on Nisha," he ordered.
"And that recording—full source."
A pause.
"And fast."
This wasn't just about proving innocence anymore.
This was about truth.
And he would tear everything apart—
To find it.