Late night.
Aarav's team worked nonstop.
Finally—
A message came.
He opened it instantly.
His eyes scanned the details.
Cut points.
Voice stitching.
Background distortion.
Proof.
Clear.
Undeniable.
The recording was fake.
Edited.
Manipulated.
Aarav's jaw tightened.
"I knew it."
But that wasn't enough.
Because Ananya needed more than words.
She needed truth.
And he would give it to her—
No matter what.