After paying the man to seal his lips, Yugh's mother turned to leave. Seeing this, Yugh stopped the recording, saved the file, and took a shortcut, running at full speed to reach home before her. He managed to slip back into his seat at the dining table just moments before she arrived, forcing his face into a mask of calm as he continued eating the now-cold food. đ¤
Soon, he heard the familiar sound of her footsteps. His heart pounded violently, the harsh, venomous tone she had used with the blackmailer still ringing in his ears. He wrestled his expression into neutrality.
"Oh, son, are you still eating?" his mother asked, her voice now soft and gentle as she looked at him. đ
The contrast was staggering. "Mom, the food you made today is really delicious. That's why I took a second helping," he lied smoothly, the words ash in his mouth.
Oblivious to his turmoil, she beamed at him. "Oh, Yugh, it makes me so happy that you liked it." đ
After she left to attend to other chores, Yugh's façade crumbled. He immediately compiled the damning video, attaching a brief note explaining the context, and sent it to the police officer who had investigated Zayan and Zahra's deaths.
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By midday, several police cars pulled up in front of the Singh residence. Officers, both men and women, filed out. The lead inspector entered the house and approached Yugh's mother. đŽââď¸đŽââď¸
"You are under arrest for the murders of Zayan and Zahra," he stated formally.
As they moved to take her away, she unraveled completely, becoming hysterical, her actions those of a person utterly unhinged. Yusuf and Mr. Singh were away at work, leaving only Yugh at home. He had deliberately stayed, anticipating this very moment. He watched, his heart a stone in his chest, as the woman who raised him was led away, the monstrous truth he had uncovered now dragging their family name through a very public, very final reckoning. đż