Every time he came home, he would see his wife folding towels. His husband was suspicious, but he set up a camera and found out.

Arjun and Priya have been married for eight years and live in a quiet residential area of ​​Delhi. Arjun is a civil engineer and often travels to Rajasthan or Gujarat for days. Priya sells goods online, takes care of their third-grade son, and manages the household. To the neighbors, they are the perfect couple. But for Arjun, the relationship has recently begun to crack.

Whenever he returns home from a business trip, Arjun sees Priya holding a wet towel, quickly putting it away in the closet or immediately washing it. At first, he thought his wife had just taken a shower. But after three months, his suspicions began to simmer again.

One evening, Arjun came home earlier than expected. He quietly went in and saw Priya coming out of the bathroom, her hair wet, her face pale, and holding a familiar towel. Her eyes sparkled with anxiety. She forced a smile:

— “You’re back… I’m washing the towel.”

Arjun said nothing, but he couldn’t sleep that night. The next morning, he set up a small camera pointing towards the living room and bathroom.

Nothing special happened for the first three days. But on the fourth day, while in Jaipur, he heard a commotion on his phone. He turned on the camera—and his heart nearly skipped a beat.

On the screen, Priya was mopping the floor and looking toward the door. Fifteen minutes later, a man wearing a white shirt and black trousers, carrying a bag, came in. He smiled at Priya, and Priya smiled back—a smile Arjun hadn’t seen in a long time.

They exchanged words, and Priya led him to the bathroom. Arjun quickly ran back to Delhi, his heart pounding, his hands gripping the steering wheel.

He entered the house. Unfamiliar shoes were parked in front of the bathroom door. He opened the door—Priya was in a bathrobe, her hair wet, and the man in front of her was holding a hairdryer.

— “What’s going on here?” Arjun growled.

Priya shuddered:
— “This is Raghav, the massage therapist. I’ve been having back pain for months…”

But when Arjun looked in Raghav’s bag, he found not only massage oil, but also a thick envelope with red-stamped papers—a copy of Arjun’s family’s land deed in Lucknow!

Arjun was stunned:
— “Why are my family’s land papers here?”
Raghav stammered, and Priya burst into tears:
“I didn’t want to hide this from you… but I’ve learned that someone in the family is secretly selling the land. Raghav… is your stepbrother.”

These words stunned Arjun. Raghav sighed:
“My father gave me the land before he died. But my stepmother is tampering with the documents to sell it. Priya found out about this from a friend who works at the land registry office. She asked me to disguise myself as a massage therapist and deliver the documents safely so no one can track me.”

Just then, the doorbell rang. It was Arjun’s stepmother – Savitri Devi – and two strange men. She came in, her eyes filled with calculation:
“I know you have the papers. Hand them over, or else…”
The room was growing denser. Arjun stood in front of Priya, his eyes sharp:
— “Otherwise? This is my father’s property. Don’t forget, I can take this to court.”

Savitri Devi pursed her lips, but stopped when she saw Raghav standing next to Arjun. Raghav stepped forward, his voice cold:
— “Mom, I’ve been silent for too long. Starting today, we’ll clear everything up.”

The atmosphere was tense. Arjun grabbed Priya’s hand, realizing that those wet towels weren’t a sign of betrayal—but a sign of a clan war quietly brewing in this very house.

Part 2 – That Dangerous Dinner
That evening, at Savitri Devi’s invitation for an “emergency family meeting,” everyone gathered in the spacious dining room of the Sharma mansion in Delhi. The table was laden with traditional dishes—but no one touched their chopsticks. The atmosphere was so heavy that even the clinking of spoons was deafening.

Savitri Devi sat at the head of the table, wearing a red sari and heavy makeup on her face. She watched Arjun, Priya, and Raghav like a hunter watching his prey.

“We’re here tonight to clear up any misunderstandings…” she said in a low voice, but her eyes held a threatening glint.

Arjun tapped the table lightly:

“Misunderstanding? Do you call my father’s secret forgery of the land sale documents… a misunderstanding?”

Savitri bowed her head with a sarcastic smile:
—“It’s family property. I just want to settle everything before it’s too late.”

Priya couldn’t help but blurt out:
—“What is it too late for, Mother? For your husband’s illegitimate son, or for the debts you’re trying to hide?”

The table fell silent. The relatives sitting next to him took a deep breath.

Savitri clutched the gold bracelet on her wrist tightly:
— “Who are you to interfere in this matter?”

Raghav stood up, his eyes as cold as ice:
— “She’s the daughter-in-law of this family, and the one who saved us from losing everything. Mother, I’ve known for a long time—my father actually left the land in Lucknow to Arjun. But you found a way to erase his name from the inheritance records.”

Savitri slammed her hand on the table, her voice rising:
— “Shut up! You’re half-blood too, but you’ve never been recognized, so what right do you have to interfere?”

Arjun narrowed his eyes:
— “So… Raghav really is my half-brother?”

Raghav nodded, his eyes red:
— “Father told my biological mother before he died. But out of respect, Savitri’s mother hid it from us and drove us out of Delhi. Father continued sending money, until… he suddenly died.”

Priya opened her bag and pulled out a stack of papers:
— “This is proof that Savitri’s mother borrowed money from a businessman in Jaipur and was paying off the debt with Arjun’s land. If we hadn’t stopped this, it would all have been over.”

An uncle in the family sighed:
— “Savitri, is this true?”

Savitri turned, her voice filled with anger:
— “I did all this to protect this family! Do you think I wanted to sell the land? I wanted to keep this house with that money, so none of you would be thrown out on the street!”

Arjun leaned toward his stepmother:
— “Protecting the family… by deceiving my father, hiding his son, and betraying me? Don’t you find it ironic?”

Savitri was silent, her hands trembling. No one said anything. Only the sound of the fan was heard.

Raghav placed a hand on Arjun’s shoulder:
— “Little brother, father gave you that land because he believed you would protect it. But now, we must protect the truth together.”

Priya looked directly at Savitri, her voice firm:
— “Tomorrow, we will submit all the documents to the court. And if you still want to save the Sharma family’s honor, you should stay here.”

Savitri smiled softly, stood up, and draped her pallu over her shoulders:

“Honor? Do you think you’ve won? This battle isn’t over yet.”

She left, leaving behind an atmosphere filled with the scent of conspiracy that hadn’t yet dissipated. Arjun knew this was just the beginning of the war.

Part 3 – A Trap Within a Trap
Three days after that fateful meal, Arjun, Priya, and Raghav received a letter inviting them to a “reconciliation session” at the Sharma family’s law office. The letter bore an official stamp, the words soft but with a sense of urgency.

Priya grabbed the letter and frowned, saying:
— “I don’t think Savitri’s mother wants to reconcile. This is happening too quickly, too unusual.”

Raghav was lost in thought:
— “But if we ignore this, she could use it to accuse us of evading the law. We should go, but we have to be careful.”

That day, they entered a palatial building in the heart of Delhi. The legal office was on the tenth floor, with transparent glass windows overlooking the city. Savitri Devi was already seated, dressed in a green sari, her eyes sharp but a gentle smile on her face:

“You’re here. It’s good. Today, I want to end everything peacefully.”

Arjun crossed his arms, avoiding her gaze:
“Peace? If only you’d return the land papers.”

Savitri bowed her head, her voice sweet:
“Sure. I brought them here…”

She opened her bag and took out a file. But before Arjun could take it, two men in black suits suddenly closed the door and locked it.

Priya panicked:
“What’s going on?

Savitri stood up, her eyes cold:
— “Do you think I’m stupid? Ever since Raghav returned, I know you’ve been looking into my past. Today, I’ll wipe out all those who threaten me.”

Raghav took a step forward:
— “You wouldn’t dare do anything in broad daylight!”

Savitri laughed, her laughter echoing throughout the room:
— “During the day, everyone is most busy. No one will hear anything. And when the police find you, it will just be an… unfortunate accident.”

Just then, one of the two bodyguards took out a bottle of a strange liquid and placed it on the table. Its pungent smell was very strong.

Arjun immediately pulled Priya back and shouted:
— “Are you crazy? This is murder!”

Savitri looked directly at Arjun:
— “I’ve done everything to protect this family—and I won’t let you ruin it.”

As the bodyguard approached, Raghav suddenly threw a chair at him, creating a path. Priya quickly picked up her phone, turned on the video recording mode, and shouted:
— “Mother Savitri, everything you just said is being recorded!”

Savitri paused for a moment, but immediately said sarcastically:
— “Do you think I don’t know how to delete the video?”

Suddenly, the door opened. A group of police officers entered, led by ACP Vikram Singh—an old college friend of Arjun’s.

— “Savitri Devi, you’ve been arrested for conspiracy to commit murder and fraud.”

Savitri’s eyes widened:
— “You guys framed me?!”

Raghav looked at her, his eyes cold:
—“No, Mom. This is a trap within a trap. You walked in on your own, thinking you were in control.”

Priya picked up her phone; the screen displayed a video call directly connected to ACP Vikram from the moment she entered the building. The entire story had been recorded and broadcast outside.

Savitri faltered, her eyes still filled with anger:

“Do you think this is the end? I still have more cards up my sleeve…”

The police handcuffed her, but that sentence made it clear to Arjun, Priya, and Raghav – this family war wasn’t over yet.