9:00 AM — Web Trends Explode
Sara's phone buzzed non-stop.
💬 Trending Hashtag:
#QueenSaraOrGoldDiggerSara
A random gossip account posted:
"Rising actress seen leaving a luxury building owned by a mysterious CEO figure. Overnight success — or powerful backdoor connection?"
The post had over 11M views in 3 hours.
Comments flooded like poison.
"These actresses always find a rich sponsor."
"So THIS is how she got famous so fast."
"Rich men & starlets — oldest story ever."
"Hope the CEO knows she'll leave once she gets her fame."
Sara read each word.
She didn't cry.
But something inside her coiled. Hard.
🕶️ VR Tower — CEO's Office
Dev: Should I have the PR team respond?
Aarav stood at the glass window, watching the city like a quiet war zone.
Aarav (cold): No.
Let them talk.
Dev hesitated. "But Sara—"
Aarav turned slowly, eyes dark.
Aarav: She can survive rumors. I'm not protecting her reputation.
Dev frowned. "Then what are you protecting?"
Aarav: Her peace.
🌪️ Meanwhile — Sara's Apartment
Her phone dinged again.
Public Gossip Account: "Guess the Secret Couple — Full reveal tonight at 11:11 PM. Fans say it's either Sara Mehta and a CEO OR Reyansh Malhotra. Place your bets."
Attached was a blurred photo.
A silhouette of a man in a black suit… and a woman in a gown.
Their hands almost touching.
The stairwell moment.
Not clear. Not proof.
Just enough to start a storm.
💥 And then—
Aarav posted publicly.
First time in 3 years.
💼 Aarav Vir Rathore — Official Account
"Some people build empires with blood, sweat, and silence.
Those who spread rumors forget — empires notice everything."
🔥 89,000 likes in 10 minutes.
Comment section exploded.
"Is he warning someone???"
"This post feels like a threat 💀"
"WHO IS HE TALKING ABOUT???"
"Why does this give mafia romance vibes?"
🕯️ Sara's Reaction
Her phone lit up again.
Hidden 💬 — A.V.R:
"Tonight, 11:11 PM. No running. No hiding."
Sara: "So we fight?"
A.V.R:
"No. We hunt."
Lightning flashed as she looked at the blurred picture again.
Her reflection in the screen looked different.
Less like a victim.
More like someone dangerous when provoked.