The safe house was a small apartment in Dadar, hidden above a textile shop that had been closed for years. No windows faced the street. No neighbors asked questions. A back exit led to a maze of alleys no car could follow.
Aarohi climbed the stairs at nine in the evening. Her dark clothes blended with the shadows. Her mask stayed in her pocket.
Rohan waited at the table, surrounded by screens. His injured arm hung in a sling. His face was pale from blood loss and lack of sleep. But his eyes were sharp.
"You should not be here," he said. "If someone followed you—"
"No one followed me." She sat across from him and pulled off her cap. "What did you find?"
Rohan turned a screen toward her. A photograph filled the display. Grainy. Blown up from a security camera. A man in a suit stood at the entrance of the hospital.
"This is the man who was asking about you. I pulled the footage from yesterday. He talked to three nurses, two receptionists, and a security guard. He wanted your schedule, your office location, the floor where your mother is being treated."
Aarohi studied the image. The man's face was partially obscured by sunglasses and a hat pulled low. But something about him tugged at her memory. The way he stood. The set of his shoulders.
"Can you enhance the face?"
"I tried. The resolution is too low. I ran his build through our database. No matches." Rohan's voice was grim. "He is not in any system. Not Interpol. Not the Council's files. Not the Syndicate's personnel records. He is a ghost."
"Like me."
"Like you." Rohan leaned back and winced. "Aarohi, whoever this is, he is not working for the Council. The Chairman would not send someone this sloppy. He is not working for Khanna either. Khanna would have used his own men."
"Then who?"
Rohan was quiet for a moment. "I have been thinking about what the Chairman said. About someone hunting you. Someone the Council does not control."
"And?"
"I think it is connected to your father."
The name landed like a stone dropped into still water. Aarohi felt the ripples spread through her chest.
"My father has been gone for sixteen years."
"Maybe. Or maybe he has been hiding. Watching. Waiting." Rohan's voice was gentle. "You never found a body. You never found proof that he was dead. Just a trail that went cold."
"I followed that trail for years. It led nowhere."
"Maybe it led nowhere because he did not want to be found." Rohan reached across the table. "What if he is the one hunting you? What if he has been trying to find you all this time?"
Aarohi pulled her hand back. The thought was too painful. Too impossible. Too full of sixteen years of unanswered questions.
"If it is him," she said slowly, "then why the bomb? Why try to kill me?"
Rohan had no answer.
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She stayed for two hours. They went through data. They reviewed security footage. They planned her next moves.
The Council expected an answer within the week. The hunter was circling closer. Kabir watched her with eyes that saw too much.
And somewhere in the shadows of her past, her father's ghost was stirring.
She left the safe house at eleven. She took a route that doubled back three times. She crossed through two markets. She ended at a taxi stand a mile from the estate.
She paid the driver in cash, walked through the servants' entrance, and slipped into her suite.
The room was dark. The bed was empty. She had told Kabir she was staying late at the hospital. He had accepted the lie with a nod.
She reached for the light switch.
Breathing.
Not hers.
She spun. Her hand went to the knife strapped to her ankle. But before she could draw it, the lights came on.
Kabir stood in the doorway to her bathroom. He was still dressed in his office clothes. His face was unreadable. He looked like he had been waiting for a long time.
"Kabir." Her voice was steady. "You scared me."
"Did I?" He walked toward her. "You have been gone for six hours. The hospital called. They said you left at three."
The lie crumbled. She had told him she was at the hospital. He had checked. He had caught her.
"I had errands," she said.
"At nine o'clock at night. In Dadar." He stopped a few feet from her. "I had you followed, Aarohi. I did not want to. But you left me no choice."
The world tilted. She had been so careful. So meticulous. And still, he had found her.
"What did you see?" she asked.
"I saw you enter a building in Dadar. I saw you stay for two hours. I saw you leave through a back exit and take a route designed to lose anyone following you." His voice was low. "I saw my wife lying to me. Again."
She could lie. She could tell him she was visiting a friend. Anything. But the mask was cracking.
"I cannot tell you," she said. "Not yet. Not until I know it is safe."
"Safe for who?" He stepped closer. His hand came up to cup her face. His touch was gentle despite his anger. "I am your husband, Aarohi. Whatever danger you are in, I can help. But only if you let me."
She closed her eyes. His hand was warm against her cheek.
"If I tell you," she whispered, "you might hate me."
"I might." His voice was soft. "But I would rather know the truth and hate you than spend the rest of my life wondering."
She opened her eyes. Looked at him. This man who had been hunting her for years without knowing it.
"I was visiting a friend," she said. "An old friend from before."
His hand dropped. "A friend."
"A man." She watched his expression shift. "His name is Rohan. He has been in my life since I was a child. He is important to me."
"Important how?"
"He is the only person who knows everything about me. All my secrets. All my fears." She paused. "Including the ones I cannot tell you about."
Kabir stepped back. His face was closed now. Guarded.
"Rohan," he repeated. "The new security guard."
"He is not a security guard. He is a friend who took that job to be close to me."
"To protect you."
"Yes."
"From what?"
She could not answer.
"I am going to bed," she said. "We can talk more in the morning."
She walked past him. His hand caught her wrist.
"Aarohi." His voice was rough. "I do not care about Rohan. I care about you. I care that you are lying to me. I care that you are in danger and you will not let me help." He pulled her closer. "I am not going to stop asking. I am not going to stop watching. When you are finally ready to tell me the truth, I will be here."
He released her and walked out.
Aarohi stood alone in her room. The ring was heavy on her finger. The weight of her secrets pressed down on her chest.