POV: Jhanvi
Jhanvi trusted Akash like no one else. He wasn’t just her colleague at ZX News; he had been
her confidant since their college days. When she stumbled upon the pendrive in her father’s old
files, revealing damning evidence against Pharmatech, the first person she thought of was
Akash.
That evening, sitting in her apartment, Jhanvi inserted the pendrive into her laptop. The screen
filled with data—transaction logs, emails, and horrifying videos of people being abducted.
Akash, sitting beside her, froze as he scrolled through the contents.
“Jhanvi,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, “this isn’t just corruption. They’re… they’re
trafficking human organs. Kidnapping innocent people, exploiting them. How is this even
possible?”
Jhanvi clenched her fists, her voice trembling with controlled rage. “They’ve been doing this for
years, Akash. And no one stopped them.”
They stared at the screen in silence for a moment, the weight of the evidence pressing down on
them.
“We need to make copies,” Jhanvi said firmly. “I can’t risk losing this.”
Akash nodded. “Agreed. Let’s secure it in as many places as possible.”
After backing up the files to a secure drive and a cloud server, they sat back, their minds racing.
“Do you realize what this means?” Akash asked, his voice heavy with concern. “They’ll come
after you, Jhanvi. If they even suspect you have this…”
“I know,” she replied, her eyes steely. “But this isn’t about me. It’s about justice.”
—
A Father’s Story
Later that night, Jhanvi sat across from her father in their dimly lit living room. The weight of the
pendrive’s revelations hung in the air.
“Dad,” she began, her voice steady but tinged with urgency, “we need to talk. I found something in your old files. Something you need to see.”
Her father leaned forward, his brows furrowed in confusion. As Jhanvi recounted how she had discovered the pendrive and its horrifying contents, his expression shifted from confusion to shock.
“I… I remember that file,” he said, his voice faltering. “Years ago, a man came to me. He was from Pharmatech. He said he had proof of their crimes. But before he could tell me more, they…they killed him.” Jhanvi’s eyes widened. “He was murdered?” Her father nodded, his face pale. “I thought the file was just another piece of useless evidence. I didn’t even know about the pendrive hidden inside.”Jhanvi reached across the table, gripping his hand tightly. “Dad, we have to act. We need to take them down.”
With her father’s reluctant blessing, Jhanvi filed a case against Pharmatech the next day. However, she made the strategic decision to withhold the pendrive for now, wanting to uncover more before revealing her trump card in court.
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POV: Kunal
Kunal paced his office, fury simmering beneath his calm exterior. The CEO of Pharmatech, he
had always prided himself on staying one step ahead. But the news of Jhanvi’s lawsuit shook
him.
“She’s filed a case,” he told his brother, Aryan, who sat across from him.
Aryan raised an eyebrow. “So? We’ve dealt with lawsuits before.”
Kunal’s jaw tightened. “This isn’t just any case. She has the pendrive.”
Aryan’s expression darkened. “The one we’ve been searching for? The one that man stole
years ago?”
“Yes,” Kunal said, his voice low and dangerous. “It turns out it was with her father all along.”
Aryan slammed his fist on the desk. “We lost so much because of that pendrive. We can’t let her
use it against us.”
Kunal nodded, his mind racing. “I have a plan. We’ll get close to her. We’ll find out where she’s
keeping it and destroy it.”
—
Infiltrating the Office
The next day, Kunal arrived at ZX News under the guise of “Rohan,” Jhanvi’s new assistant. His
charm and efficiency quickly won over the team—except for Akash, who eyed him with suspicion.
“Good morning, ma’am,” Kunal greeted Jhanvi with a warm smile. “I’m here to make your life easier.”
Jhanvi, distracted by her workload, barely glanced at him. “Just handle the emails and reports
for now, Rohan.”
As the day progressed, Kunal observed Jhanvi closely, subtly gathering information about her
routine and workspace. But his calculated calm was disrupted by Akash’s watchful gaze.
—
Akash’s Suspicions
During lunch, Akash approached Jhanvi in the break room, his tone serious.
“Jhanvi, there’s something off about your new assistant,” he said, glancing around to ensure they weren’t overheard.
“Rohan?” Jhanvi asked, raising an eyebrow. “He seems fine to me.”
“That’s the problem,” Akash replied. “He’s too fine. Too perfect. It’s like he’s trying to blend in.”
Jhanvi frowned, unease creeping into her thoughts. “You think he’s… spying on me?”
Akash nodded. “Think about it. Pharmatech knows you’re a threat. They’ll do anything to stop
you. What if he’s here for the pendrive?”
Jhanvi’s stomach churned. She had been so focused on the case that she hadn’t considered this possibility.
—
The Missing Evidence
That evening, Jhanvi returned home to a devastating discovery: the backup files were gone.
The cloud folder was empty, and the external drive showed no trace of the evidence.
Heart pounding, she called Akash.
“They’re gone,” she said, her voice shaking. “The files… they’re all gone.”
Akash was stunned. “What? How? We secured everything!”
“I don’t know,” Jhanvi whispered, panic rising. “Whoever did this must have had access to
everything—my house, my devices…”
Akash’s voice grew cold. “It has to be someone close to you. Someone who knows where you
keep things. Someone like…”
His voice trailed off as the realization hit them both.
“Rohan,” Akash said grimly.
Jhanvi felt a chill run down her spine. Had she unknowingly let the enemy into her life?
—
Kunal’s Realization
Unbeknownst to Jhanvi, Kunal had overheard her conversation with Akash. For the first time, he
felt a flicker of doubt.
“The files are gone,” he muttered to himself. “But I didn’t erase them. And I didn’t send anyone
to her house. So… who did?”
The realization dawned on him: someone else was pulling the strings in this dangerous game.
As the lines between friend and foe blurred, Jhanvi and Kunal found themselves drawn deeper into a web of deceit, with the truth and their lives hanging in the balance.