Chapter 1: The Unknown Morning
A faint ray of sunlight slipped through the half-drawn curtains and fell across his face. He stirred, groaning softly, as the weight in his head pulled him back into a haze. It wasn’t just a hangover—it felt like poison running through his veins.
His eyes fluttered open, slow and uncertain. The ceiling looked unfamiliar. So did the scent in the air.
Then, as he turned slightly, he froze.
A girl was lying beside him on the bed—her back to him. Her body, completely bare beneath the soft white sheet, rose and fell with her calm breathing. Her hair spilled across the pillow like ink, wild and tangled, hiding any glimpse of her face.
Kunal oberoi
Who is she....?
He quickly sat up, trying not to make a sound. He grabbed his clothes off the floor—wrinkled, tossed in haste—and got dressed with trembling hands.
Without sparing even a glance back at the bed, he walked toward the door, each step heavier than the last.
But as soon as he opened it—flash! flash!
The blinding lights of cameras, the chaos of shouting voices, and the sharp glint of badges filled his vision. Police. Media. Microphones.
He wasn’t just stepping out of a room—
He was walking straight into a storm.
"Mr. Kunal Mehra?" a voice rang sharp and commanding amidst the chaos.
He blinked at the sea of flashing cameras and uniformed officers.
Before he could say a word, two policemen stepped forward, their grip firm yet controlled. One of them read out his rights—words he barely registered.
Police Officer: Mr. Kunal Mehra?
Kunal oberoi
(confused, cold) Yes?
Officer 1: You are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say—
Kunal oberoi
: (interrupting, stern) Don’t you even want to know who I am, Officer?
The senior inspector steps forward, recognizing the name]
Inspector: (calmly) We know exactly who you are, Mr. Mehra.
Please cooperate, sir. The media is everywhere. Let’s not create a scene.
You can explain everything at the station.
Kunal oberoi
[Kunal glares but stays silent. He nods and walks with them.]
As they walk toward the police vehicle, Kunal takes out his phone and makes a call.]
Kunal oberoi
(calm but sharp) Get my lawyer.
Now.
[Scene: Inside the police van – silence, tension thick in the air]
(to Kunal) You’ll be at the station in ten minutes.
Kunal oberoi
Coldly staring ahead) We’ll see.
[Police van nears the station gate. Outside, multiple black SUVs and private security are already waiting. A tall man in a black suit steps forward—it’s Kunal’s lawyer, Adv. Raghav Sinha.]
Inspector: (surprised) Who the hell—
Raghav sinha
(firmly) My client will not step out until I speak with him.
He has rights, Inspector. And I hope you haven’t violated any.
Inspector: (tense) Mr. Sinha, this is a serious matter.
Raghav sinha
And that doesn’t change the law, does it?
You should know better.
[Security forms a line between media and the van. Kunal steps out, composed, with Raghav by his side.]
Kunal oberoi
(quietly, to Raghav) Don’t let them touch me unless they have proof.
Raghav sinha
(nodding) I’ve already filed a stay on media interrogation. We’ll handle this… our way.
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