Chapter 26 — The Knock
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The sirens didn’t rush.
They circled.
Slow. Patient. Certain.
From forty floors above, the city looked calm. But inside the penthouse, the air had turned metallic—sharp with consequence.
Meera stared at the news images again. Aarav mid-strike. A frozen second, ripped out of context, made to look like intent instead of defense.
Kabir muted the screen.
“They’ll say you attacked first,” he said quietly.
Aarav’s eyes didn’t leave the window. “That was the plan.”
A firm knock landed on the door.
Not frantic.
Official.
Measured.
Meera’s pulse slammed in her ears.
Kabir exhaled. “Police.”
Aarav turned. In the lamplight, the cut on his lip had darkened. He looked tired, but not afraid.
He walked to the table, picked up the pen drive, and pressed it into Meera’s hand.
“Whatever happens,” he said, “this doesn’t stop.”
Her fingers closed around it. “I’m not letting them take you.”
Aarav’s voice softened. “You might not get a choice.”
The knock came again.
“Mr. Khurana, open the door.”
Aarav opened it.
Two uniformed officers stood outside. Behind them, more silhouettes in the hallway.
One officer spoke, formal and steady. “Aarav Khurana, you are required to come with us regarding the assault reported at the docks near Mumbai Port Trust.”
Meera stepped forward. “He was attacked. There’s proof—”
The officer raised a hand politely. “Ma’am, you can present that at the station.”
Kabir watched, jaw tight.
Aarav didn’t resist.
He only said, “I’ll cooperate.”
Then he looked at Meera.
Not panicked. Not desperate.
Just certain.
“Do it,” he told her.
She nodded, even though her throat had closed.
They took him.
The elevator doors slid shut with a soft, final sound that echoed too loudly in the quiet apartment.
For five seconds, Meera didn’t move.
Then she snapped into motion.
“Kabir.”
“I know.”
They opened laptops again.
Phones. Contacts. Emails.
Meera called the first journalist on the list they had mailed.
No answer.
Second.
Third.
Finally, a voice picked up, irritated. “Hello?”
“My name is Meera Sharma. Check your inbox. The Khurana files. They’re real. And the man you’re about to watch being arrested is the whistleblower, not the criminal.”
Silence.
Then typing sounds.
A sharp inhale from the other end.
“Where did you get this?”
“Doesn’t matter. Run it.”
She hung up and called the next.
Kabir was doing the same.
Within minutes, notifications began to light up screens across the country.
Emails being opened.
Files downloading.
Truth spreading faster than Rajeev’s narrative.
At the police station, Aarav sat calmly across a metal table.
An officer placed printed photos in front of him.
“You assaulted four men.”
Aarav looked at the images. “They attacked us.”
“Us?”
He didn’t answer.
The officer leaned back. “We have witnesses saying you initiated violence.”
Aarav almost smiled.
Of course they did.
Rajeev had planned every angle.
Before the officer could continue, another constable rushed in, whispering urgently into his ear.
The officer frowned. “What?”
“Sir… you need to see this.”
They stepped aside to look at a phone.
Aarav watched their expressions change.
Confusion.
Concern.
Then something close to alarm.
The officer returned to the table. His tone had shifted.
“Mr. Khurana… are you aware that several media houses have just released allegations of financial fraud against your uncle, Rajeev Khurana, connected to your company Khurana Global Holdings?”
Aarav met his eyes calmly.
“Yes.”
The officer studied him differently now.
Not like a suspect.
Like a man standing in the center of something much larger.
Back at the penthouse, Meera’s phone wouldn’t stop vibrating.
Headlines were changing by the minute.
Khurana Whistleblower Arrested Amid Corporate Fraud Leak
Explosive Files Accuse Rajeev Khurana of Embezzlement
Was Aarav Framed? Questions Rise
Kabir looked at her. “It’s working.”
She didn’t feel relief.
Not yet.
Because Aarav was still in custody.
And Rajeev was still free.
Her phone rang.
Unknown number.
She answered.
Rajeev’s voice slid through, smooth as poison.
“You think this saves him?”
Meera’s grip tightened. “You’re done.”
He chuckled softly. “You don’t understand power, child. News fades. Influence remains.”
Her voice shook, but she didn’t back down. “You sent men to attack him.”
“No,” Rajeev corrected calmly. “I sent men to provoke him.”
A pause.
“And he performed exactly as expected.”
Meera’s eyes burned. “Why are you calling me?”
“Because you are the variable I didn’t account for.”
Her heart pounded.
Rajeev continued, voice lowering.
“Tell me, Meera… how far are you willing to go for him?”
The question felt wrong.
Dangerous.
She didn’t answer.
Rajeev did.
“Let’s find out.”
The line went dead.
Meera stared at the screen.
A chill crept up her spine.
Kabir saw her expression. “What did he say?”
Before she could answer—
Her phone buzzed with a message.
A photo.
Her apartment door.
Taken from outside.
Timestamp: Just now.
Her breath stopped.
Kabir read her face instantly.
“He knows where you live.”
Meera whispered, “He’s not done.”
And for the first time since this began—
She realized the war wasn’t only about Aarav anymore.
It had reached her door.
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