Second Chance: A Dark Tale of Urban India-Chapter 99: Police Interruption

In Tanuj’s whole group, Roxana was the only one who didn’t truly belong to his gang, even though she was from the same batch.

She knew perfectly well why she’d been invited: her looks made Indian guys lose their minds at just one glimpse.

At first she hadn’t wanted to come. She already had plans with Harsha, her junior, for a late night out. But Jayesh, who she knew through his brother’s connection, kept calling and texting, insisting she’d have a great time. Eventually she gave in.

So far, though, it had been boring. Her brother Victor turned out to be a jerk and disappeared almost immediately with his girlfriend Tanya, leaving her alone. Jayesh himself hadn’t shown up at all.

Still, it wasn’t completely terrible. Tanuj’s friends were keeping her company, exactly the way she liked. Then she heard the commotion and looked over.

Rohit was openly confronting Tanuj.

That was a surprise. She couldn’t place him at first, just some nobody.. until Tanuj shouted his name in fury and linked it to his sister Aisha loud enough for everyone to hear.

Rohit.

The scrawny kid who used to stutter like a wimp and never dared look anyone in the eye, no matter how many times he got kicked.

And then Rohit took a mouthful of his drink and splashed it straight into Tanuj’s face.

Roxana couldn’t help it. She giggled, covering her mouth.

The whole thing escalated fast and she was itching for more drama, but Sheela stepped in and calmed Tanuj down. What a letdown.

Still... she had to admit she was impressed. In two years, he had grown far beyond what she remembered. Rohit’s nonchalant attitude and the way he carried himself convinced her he had real potential.

She glanced at Tanuj’s fans standing there dumbfounded, watching the spectacle, and decided she was done with their company.

She walked over to the bar where Rohit was leaning, looking off into the distance and sipping his drink. She leaned on the counter beside him, voice low and teasing.

"Hey, handsome... aren’t you...?"

Her words caught in her throat.

Rohit suddenly took a big gulp, slammed the rest of his glass on the counter, and walked off without a single glance. He didn’t even acknowledge her.

Her jaw dropped. Her fist clenched. Her face flushed red with anger and embarrassment.

’How dare he...’

Tanuj, watching from the side, frowned. "Hey... did he just ignore you?"

Roxana’s fury swung toward him in an instant. She grabbed what was left of Rohit’s drink and threw it straight into his face, then stormed off without a word.

Tanuj stood there, flabbergasted, wiping his face. "That bitch..."

Sheela shook her head in disappointment. "You and your stupid mouth." With that she walked away.

Asim and Pankaj hurried over. "Bro, what do we do now?"

Tanuj looked around. Everyone was turning away from him as he wiped his face.

Then he spotted Rohit approaching some new guests who looked somewhat popular — despite being the same age, they were already being interviewed.

He turned to his lackeys. "Let’s go find Jayesh."

Vijay, who had remained a silent spectator from the corner, stopped Reshma mid-flirt and gave her a faint smile. The development had suddenly turned interesting.

Wasting more time here would mean nothing, so he too excused himself.

***

Nayan was annoyed, and he had every right to be.

He’d been deep in a mobile game when the first invitation popped up from Rohit — something about a private gathering at the family resort. He’d brushed it off. Maybe later.

Then his elder sister Naina barged into his room with the same invite and literally dragged him out. He knew she had a thing for Rohit, but what was the point of dragging him along? He wasn’t the one trying to impress anyone.

Right at the courtyard entrance, Naina Chambani as scion of Chambani Industries, was being interviewed by a swarm of media professionals. And she was still holding his hand like a nanny dragging her kid to school.

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He couldn’t pull away , atleast not in public, not when it would embarrass her and ruin his mental peace in private.

Just then he spotted Rohit approaching. Hope reignited.

"Hey, bro!" Nayan waved enthusiastically, prompting Naina to excuse herself from the cameras. Thankfully, nearby security stepped in and handled the curious reporters, giving the siblings a brief pocket of private time.

Rohit gave the pair a quick once-over. Both were dressed in traditional attire as Nayan in a crisp white kurta and Naina draped in an elegant Anarkali-style salwar suit.

Rohit’s instincts told him it wasn’t a coincidence.

With her influence, Naina must have gotten intel on the party’s traditional theme and dressed accordingly.

What Rohit missed, though, was the real reason. She hadn’t done it for the party or anyone else. She’d done it solely to impress him.

Naina tucked a loose lock of hair behind her ear and said softly, "Hi."

Before Rohit could reply, Nayan whined, "Bro, not fair! You’re not accepting any of my links. I thought you’d be my wingman."

Rohit raised his bandaged hand in response. Both siblings gasped.

Nayan reacted fastest as he grabbed Rohit’s hand. "What the hell... how did this happen? Wait a min.. did you get into some revenge action?"

Rohit laughed, patted his shoulder, and gently pulled his hand free. "Nothing big... just a small accident on my way home. Part of my carelessness."

"So, any trouble getting here?"

Nayan opened his mouth to answer, but Naina tightened her grip on his wrist. Her voice stayed soft but firm. "No, it was all good. Hardly fifteen minutes."

She added, eyes on Rohit, "Traditional suits you better. I wonder how many hearts have already fallen."

Rohit pointed lazily at the sky. "Oh please... for a moment I thought I was tripping. The moon was supposed to be up there." He shifted his finger to Naina. "And now it’s standing right beside me. Don’t you think that’s crazy?"

Naina couldn’t help but laugh. "You sure are funny."

Nayan, on the other hand, wanted to scream. Both lines were pure cringe. Who flirts like that by holding someone hostage? Why had he suddenly become invisible?

A waiter passed by with a tray of drinks. Rohit called him over and offered one to each.

Naina finally released Nayan’s wrist. He seized the moment of freedom, grabbed a glass for himself, and silently celebrated.

Rohit said while taking one for himself, "Thanks for coming. Last time I didn’t get to serve you properly."

Naina laughed lightly. "Sorry... that time I barged in out of curiosity."

They talked. Nayan thought about escaping, but he couldn’t move.

Because he saw something only a handful of people could have imagined.

A Korean girl in a saree?

Not to mention two other beauties who didn’t pale in comparison, literally approaching his direction like angels descending from heaven.

Suddenly he understood what Rohit’s metaphor had meant earlier. It was a rare sight: top-notch beauties in traditional wear. And being a K-pop fan, Nayan instantly recognized Seo-yeon’s origin.

But to his dismay, they all walked right past him, nudged Rohit, and surrounded him.

Something burned in Nayan’s chest, which he couldn’t figure out.

Rohit was surprised. Handling one stunning girl was already a challenge and now three more joined, each one a feast for the eyes. He can feel his heart beat on rise.

Seo-yeon was breathtaking in a silver embroidered saree. The delicate fabric hugged her curves, blending her East Asian features with classic desi elegance in a way that made her the undeniable standout.

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The funny thing was how shy she looked... clutching the pallu’s end in one hand and pinning the pleats against her leg with the other, as if the whole drape might unravel with one wrong step.

Namrata didn’t disappoint either. She looked lovely in the red lehenga set — the designer skirt cinching her waist perfectly, the matching crop top highlighting the swell of her cleavage in the most eye-catching way.

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Rohit could swear anyone would struggle not to stare if she stepped close enough to talk.

And the real killer was his own sister, Arya.

Her slim waist and toned figure were perfectly framed by the green saree. The way she carried herself with confident catwalk strides and held her head high, sent a thrill through him.

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He still shared the same roof with her, and moments like this reminded him just how fortunate he was compared to other guys.

Arya was the one who nudged him first. She couldn’t see Naina first as she was approaching them from behind.

At first she had been curious , wondering which girl this ’loser’ brother of hers was trying to impress. But the moment she recognized Naina Chambani, any hint of playing big-sis vanished.

She switched to full professional mode, stepped forward with a warm, practiced smile, and extended her hand.

"Hello there. If I’m not wrong... isn’t this.. "

The conversations followed.

Rohit stayed quiet, letting Arya take the lead, but inside he couldn’t stop the slow, satisfied smirk.

Four beauties in traditional, one sister who still ruled the room, and Naina Chambani standing right in the middle of it all.

The night was about to get a lot more interesting.

***

From across the courtyard, Tanuj’s group stood clutching their drinks, eyes fixed on Rohit and his growing circle of girls. If grapes were called sour because they couldn’t have them, it fit Tanuj’s crew perfectly right now.

Asim pointed suddenly. "Look.. Jayesh is over there."

They all turned. Jayesh stood chatting with Victor, no Tanya in sight for some reason.

Tanuj strode straight over without hesitation. "Hey, Jayesh... you said you’d humiliate him. Look at him now, stealing all the spotlight. Where’s your trump card?"

Jayesh checked his watch calmly, then patted Tanuj’s shoulder. "Relax. We still have time."

He glanced across at Rohit, voice low and certain. "Let him shine. It’ll be better that way. The higher the rise, the harder the fall."

With that, he walked off.

Tanuj smiled slowly, impressed despite himself. This guy never failed on his promises. Whatever he had planned, it was coming — and it was going to hurt, very bad.

***

Meanwhile, Kalyani was anxious. She had called in media contacts from her side specifically to make Rohit nervous during his first public appearance. But his public speaking skills turned out to be surprisingly good. Even though rattling him wasn’t the main plan, she had still hoped to weaken his resolve before sending him toward Tanuj as requested.

But the bastard had grown wings. He not only handled the media effortlessly but also gave her a hug, something the old Rohit would never have dared. And now, right in front of her eyes, he was mingling surprisingly well with everyone.

She had been out of touch for two years. Did people change so much? Were Aisha’s daily reports mistaken? If not, then how was he showing his growth like this? Or memory loss really flipped his switch.

Time passed, and finally Raj Singhania raised his voice.

"Everyone, attention please."

He began by addressing the gathering, thanking them for their presence, and then moved to the reason for the event.

First he announced the investment news: the Bhirlas were coming into the Singhania Infrastructure Group with 300 million dollars. The announcement drew loud applause.

Then he went on to declare that Rohit Singhania was being granted Singhania shares worth approximately one hundred crores in rupees for his bravery in saving two people during the subway incident. He would now be legally termed a partner in all Singhania shareholdings for his unwavering future potential.

This news proved even more surprising. Media outlets immediately speculated that he was the heir to the country’s top agro-farm company. More photographs were taken. Theories ran wild.

Raj looked satisfied with the hype he had planned. He had meticulously downplayed in the media that the event was tied to the Chambani deal and instead focused on building PR support by highlighting Rohit’s noble deed.

Soon Secretary Pathak arrived with a briefcase. Raj called him onto the stage to sign the papers.

Rohit stepped forward and gave his father a hug. Just as he was about to sign, a sharp voice interrupted the session.

"Wait, Mr. Singhania."

It was the police. They arrived with small force, and behind them stood Akhil’s mother, sobbing in the arms of a female officer.

Can Rohit survive this trap ? Or his reputation will take a hit..