“You think I came here unarmed?”
Meher’s voice cut through the dimness of the mill, sharp and cool as glass.
Rehan tilted his head, amused. “You think a knife will stop what’s coming?”
“No,” she said, pulling the blade from her side. “But it’ll remind you that I don’t run.”
He stepped closer. “You sound like him.”
“No,” Meher whispered. “He sounds like me now.”
In one swift move, she pressed the blade to Rehan’s neck. Not trembling. Not bluffing.
“I came alone,” she said. “But that doesn’t mean I’m defenseless.”
Rehan didn’t flinch. He just smiled. “You’re better than him already.”
She pulled back, blade still poised. “Why are you doing this?”
“Because Kabir built an empire on lies,” he said. “And you—you’re the most perfect one.”
Her jaw clenched. “I chose to be here.”
“No, Meher. You survived here. That’s different.”
He tossed a flash drive onto the floor. “Take it. It has everything. Files, tapes, the real story behind Sana. Behind Kabir. Behind your marriage.”
She stared down at it, unsure.
Rehan leaned close. “When you finish watching that… you won’t be his anymore.”
Then he disappeared into the shadows, like all the ghosts she was tired of chasing.
Meher didn’t run.
She picked up the drive.
Because this time, she wouldn’t wait for truth to find her.
She’d drag it out by the throat.
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