Second Chance: A Dark Tale of Urban India-Chapter 102: Arya’s conditions

Few moments ago,

Arya was finishing her last round in the garden. Her body was wet with sweat and her breath ragged. Despite her physical exhaustion, her mind wasn’t at peace.

Last night, Akhil’s mother crashing out at the resort party had also impacted her. If it had been someone else, she wouldn’t have been this rattled, but Kavita, in her mind, was a very generous and warm-hearted person.

She couldn’t help but suspect Rohit behind Akhil’s missing case. But her logic denied it — he had been right in front of her eyes. Just this thought alone put her mind in unease. If, as a family member, she was doubting Rohit, then what was the image of the Singhanias to the outside public?

That’s why she ended up taking three more rounds until she felt it was too much to dwell on. She swiped her sweat and decided to return home.

In the living room, she spotted Vijay scrolling his phone. His mother Ananya and her aunt Kalyani were in talks on the dining table.

As she passed by, Vijay stood up and blocked her path. "Hey, hi... I’m not able to connect to Wi-Fi..."

She straight out ignored him, but he grabbed her wrist. "I am not done talking."

She paused, turned around, and gave him a look. He dropped her hand, backing off. "Relax, I mean only the password."

She folded her hands. "Am I entitled to...?"

His jaw tightened, but he gave a fake smile and sat down.

She turned around and saw both ladies looking at her like ghosts. She was about to pass them when Ananya called out.

"He was just asking..."

"Wrong person... try the maid."

Internally she scoffed, Like hell I would talk to him. One creep wasn’t enough and another one added. Dad has really lost his mind.

It was then Kalyani called out, "Arya, call your mother please. She isn’t in her room."

She paused for a second. By this time her mom would either be doing yoga or reading the newspaper downstairs in the lounge.

She sped up her pace, checking her room, bathroom, dining, kitchen, other rooms on the upper floor, even asking other maids. It was then it clicked in her mind — she hadn’t checked Rohit’s room. His door was surely locked.

She stormed straight to his room and knocked on the door. "Rohit, open the door? Don’t keep me waiting."

A feeling of dread filled her mind as seconds passed. She bit her nail, thinking, What if Mom is helping him bathe? Shit shit shit... I should have taken care of him. That bastard sure has grown guts to grope my boobs. What if... She shook her head, clutching her cheeks. No... no, she is not like that. She is pure like gold. What am I thinking... oh god.

She was about to knock again when the door opened. It was Ragini in her gown. Behind her was Rohit in pants, struggling with his wet bandage. He looked freshly bathed and soaked. Her eyes went straight to his dick, which didn’t look aroused.

Thank god it’s not what I was thinking... she sighed and hugged Ragini straight away. "Oh... Mommy... I was so scared."

Ragini looked puzzled and patted her head. "What happened, dear?"

Arya pulled back and shook her head. "Nothing... Aunt Kalyani is calling you downstairs. But why are you here?"

Ragini rolled her eyes as if it was obvious. "Of course helping your brother... he was having a hard time with his bandage."

Rohit nodded, showing his half-bandaged hand. "Yes, right. She was helping me bandage."

Arya pushed Ragini out. "Don’t worry, Mom. I will help him unravel that. He can still manage on his own."

"But..." Ragini tried to explain until she got pushed out and the door shut. She exhaled a breath and smiled before taking the stairs. In her mind, at least they were coming close and their secret was safe.

Meanwhile, behind the door, on the bed, Arya helped Rohit change his soaked wet bandage. Her mind was still racing to avoid this situation.

Rohit asked teasingly, "You are surprisingly quite gentle today, sis..."

She looked at him and paused, dropping his hand. That’s right. If I waste him on me, he won’t risk going near her. With his raging hormones, no saying what he would do next with her.

He frowned, not getting an answer. "What?"

"Let’s make a deal... I will help you take care of your bandage and you don’t go near Mommy. Accept?"

"Why should I do that... she is more gentle..."

Rohit froze as Arya plopped one boob out of her top. "You want this, right?"

He averted his gaze. "Ahem, that’s not right. You are jumping to the wrong conclusion."

She opened her crop top and threw it on his face. "Don’t play shy. You have done more than seeing this..."

Rohit looked back in surprise. Her pink buds on round mounds were perfect. And more enticing was her beautiful face, which looked more flushed in a pout. She continued, "Stay away from her... and I’ll let you urrgh... You can jerk off too. Deal?"

He tried to grab it but she slapped his hand off, guarding her gracious chest. "Don’t touch. You are already done for today. Offer valid only for bath... and no peeking."

Rohit raised his brow. "What if you scream? I don’t want to end up like before..."

She folded her hands, making her boobs appear more prominent, chewing her nails thinking of a solution. "I, Arya, promise on my name.. I won’t, only if you behave."

Rohit smirked internally. Good. Let’s push her more.

He shook his head. "That’s not fair. What after my hand recovers..."

He couldn’t even complete as Arya stomped his foot. Rohit feigned hurt to not hurt her pride as she took her dress and left the room with a bam. "Take what you can get or leave. Stupid dildo. Humph."

’Eh! she sees me like that?’ Rohit muttered, rubbing his toe."Oh dear, what she would do when she will learn of her mommy taking leave for a month. Hehe."

**After one hour**

Rohit was sitting in front of his laptop, playing with his pen. Near his laptop, a notepad stayed open with diagrams and flowcharts.

This flowchart was what he had pieced together from all the information he’d gathered so far.

This morning, he had been able to hack Divyani’s phone and gathered a lot of new data. Apparently, her first husband was an IAS officer who later got charged with corruption and was caught by her. Then she divorced him and married a real estate developer, Yash Khanna, who is also the current dean of the school.

So far, there is no story about Harsha’s parents except the fact that he used to live with his uncle and aunt, Divyani. Later she also left them and started living alone, though no divorce was ever made.

This Yash Khanna was also an interesting person. He took over Harsha’s finances after his only guardian—or rather, Divyani’s first husband—collapsed. Despite the differences, this Harsha guy worked as the mediator who used to keep in touch with both parties.

That explains why the school management is so lax about him. The dean had his personal interests tied to him.

No matter how saintly this dean looks, Rohit had deep suspicion that behind Harsha’s criminal arrogance, there was a direct link. Better to dig into him a little when he had the chance. The more leverage he had, the more power he could exploit.

He flipped the pen twice on his finger, then called out, "Lisa, help me get details of all the major ongoing project works this Yash guy is involved in."

[ok sir, ]

[Searching...]

[Most of his ongoing projects are allotted under the schemes of the central government for reconstruction of old slums in central Delhi.]

Rohit thought for a while. "Tell me what is the scope of his earning in the grey area?"

[Land grabbing, settlement of houses through bribery, corruption in materials, and fraudulent leasing of property to unauthorised parties, etc.]

"Let’s get numbers of all possible contacts. Send requests, hack them, and do data surveillance on all of them."

[Sir, for that I will have to take down the whole website. Do you want me to hack the PMAY government server?]

Rohit frowned. It would be a big step. If any intelligence agency got a lead, even his father’s influence wouldn’t be able to save him. But first his main job: hack Harsha’s phone.

"Lisa, I have two requests. First, send a new GPS virus link to Harsha’s phone from a mimic number of Divyani and ask him to receive her at that location. He won’t ignore his aunt’s helping call. Second, analyse the security tier of the concerned website."

[OK sir. generating mimic number..]

[GPS link sent to Harsha. First request completed.]

[For second request: Initiating DDOS probing attack...]

[ Sending HTTP request...]

[Fetching API data...]

[Analysing...]

[Tier 3 security confirmed. No extra links. Ready to proceed with phase 2?]

Rohit straightened up. He hadn’t ordered Lisa himself and rather decided to open the website. The info is so huge that he needs manual check.

Tier 3 is the least minimum security protocol he could expect from a government website. If that’s the case, then he wouldn’t mind hacking every other website he could get his hands on and mining data like coins.

As he opened the website of Pradhan Mantri Awas Yojana (PMAY), it was a plain new website with the PM photo upfront. The sources revealed the online records, numbers and info of the govenment scheme

Under this scheme it is aimed to replace slum areas with new urban houses built, in other non-populated area. It assured the public of free urban houses if they abandoned their slum-designated areas as guided by the Supreme Court’s new order.

As he scrolled down, the government had completed 1500 houses in the new locality and the allotment was yet to be done.

This made more sense now. It was a civilian website, newly made by the government to highlight records and achievements.

Sure, he could gain access to the server and mine all phone contacts. Best case, he wouldn’t even need to hack phone numbers — just copy a phone number of a person in authority and send a fake message to subordinates. Using their mimic-generated profiles would do the job. The scope of leverage is massive.

Who is going to ask whom?

"Hahaha..." Rohit couldn’t help but burst out laughing. He finally got his own strings to attach a puppet.

[Sir, you look happy. Do you want me to do it?]

"Don’t ask me. Do it." Rohit said in annoyance, being spied on again. It was a default safety protocol but a very annoying one.

Just then a maid, Meera’s voice came: "Young Master, your father is calling you in his study room."

Rohit rolled his eyes. "Now what?"