Chapter 84: chapter 84

   Upra is all happy that she tarnished the name of the Mehta's. And Amar is supposed to face the shame. And all she thinks is to strike him harder with her next move. But did she really succeed?    Amar who left from the meeting spot was sitting with Tanwar Corporation PR group.  PR  ROOM – 11:52 PM     The office is lit only by monitors, each displaying news trackers, keyword alerts, and domain pings. Amar stands still, like a storm waiting to burst. His eyes lock on the central screen. The PR Officer is sipping coffee nervously. PR OFFICER " Sir, we’ve been monitoring the flagged hashtags, but so far, it’s just background noise. Amar (staring at screen) " She’ll strike tonight. She wants a maximum drama. Maximum humiliation. PR OFFICER "Even if she posts something, won’t it take time to trend?". Amar says softly " Not if she’s planted bots, or scheduled shares. It’s not just revenge. It’s staged like theatre. Amar glances at the time: 11:58 PMAmar "Open darknet log scanner. Cross-check for new anonymous domain registrations in the past 48 hours with keywords like ‘Tanwar’, ‘Mehta’, and ‘scandal’.The officer taps rapidly. A red window flashes. PR OFFICER "Got one! Blog post scheduled for 12:00 AM. Titled: "The Tanwar Heiress and Her Dirty Secret." Host is masked. But… we can’t access it. Not until it goes live. Amar smirks and says You don’t need to break in. Just destroy it completely. PR OFFICER "Sir?". Amar with sharp eyes" Precisely. Do it now. Before it breathes". Upra sits with bated breath. She refreshes her blog page, eyes gleaming. But instead of her post—an error."504 Gateway Timeout"Upra frantically refreshing and shouts No. No. What happened?! It was scheduled!She checks her scheduled post , it's gone, it's gone. She shouts like a mad woman. Her phone buzzes. A message from an unknown number:"You’re not anonymous. You’re just slow."–AUpra's face drains of blood.PR OFFICER "Done, sir. Server down. Page lost before it loaded. They’ll think it was a glitch. Amar with tight smile mutters No fire. No smoke. No ashes. Send legal takedown notices to the hosting and registrar anyway. Let her know she never stood a chance. And don't mention it was Amar Mehta who did it. Just send it in the name of Tanwar Corporation. PR OFFICER " sure sir". Amar mutters under his breath now you will get to know with whom your playing Upra, just get back. Get back and concentrate on your studies. You have a bright future. Don't play around. Amar gets into the car and drives home. Completely feeling weird how he has given in, in believing Upra blindly. The glow of the laptop screen lights Upra’s face. Her eyes are wild—searching, clicking, refreshing. The blog post she scheduled, written, polished, rehearsed for days… is gone.Meanwhile Upra screams No... This isn’t a glitch. This was timed to the second. I triple-checked it. She types in the domain again,  same error. She logs into the hosting panel- login blocked. Her inbox? A notice from the host “Your domain has been suspended due to legal complaint ID#77892-A.”Her hands tremble. Another message pings in -this time from an unknown number:“You lost. And the world never even saw your move- Amar. UPRA screams holding her head HOW?!!!  Amar gets into his home only to see Shikha still sitting in the living room. Amar " Mom why are you here? You didn't sleep yet??? Shikha" How can I sleep Amar". I feel like my home is scattered, I feel like I have missed to see the crack that was coming. Amar " mom you don't think of anything, and everything is fine". Shikha hugs Amar and says I trust you Amar. Amar kiss her forehead and says you go sleep mom. Everything is taken care of. Watching still, Shikha not moving he forces her to move from there. As Amar settles it's then he remembers Ram who left early didn't come home yet. He dials his number and Ram picks up the call. Amar " Dad where are you?". Amar Am In police station. I can't leave until and then I see this **** sent to jail. Amar with firm tone says Dad stop being stubborn and come home. Already it's a tyring day and we have to go long ahead. Ram agrees and leaves the police station. Amar all exhausted gets into his room, but couldn't sleep. He keeps tracing the side of the bed where Rhea used to sleep. He reminiscing their first french kiss which was not rushed. He sighs how come so much things happen on the same day. Finally he leaves the room and gets into the Kajal's room and sleeps In the couch gazing Rheas figure.A Revenge....