𝐂𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢 𝐯𝐮̛̀𝐚𝐚𝐢 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐮 … But Arjun suddenly passed away in an accident of “unknown cause”. The funeral had not yet burned the last incense stick.

And yet today… Raghav Rao wanted to marry his own daughter-in-law.

When relatives questioned:

– “Are you crazy? Marrying your own lover?”
– “Is there any morality?”
– “Where is the family honor?”
– “The neighbors are talking everywhere!”

Raghav Rao just frowned and replied briefly:

– “He is dead. The living must continue to live. If I don’t marry him, will someone else marry him?”

His attitude was calm as if it was the most natural thing in life.

He ignored whatever people said. Despite the sarcasm and curious eyes, he still insisted on holding a lavish wedding.

The wedding day took place lavishly in Mumbai. Raghav Rao wore a black suit, his hair slicked back, and his wrists were full of wedding gold bracelets. Diya wore a white wedding dress, with heavy makeup as if to hide the fatigue in her eyes.

Guests came in droves: some were curious, some were just there to gossip. No one dared to stop him, partly because they were afraid of him, partly because no one understood what he was thinking.

During the party, he still raised his glass and smiled brightly, as if age was just a number, and his “son’s bride” had now become his wife.

Everyone thought: “At the end of his life, this old man has found happiness.”

But that was the fateful night.

That night, the wind howled outside the window of the second-floor bridal chamber.

Everyone thought the “58-year-old couple” were preparing to consummate their marriage…

But suddenly a loud scream rang out:

– “Mr. Raghav Rao!!!”

The sound of glasses falling. The sound of clogs as Diya ran down the stairs, her face pale.

The relatives came and saw him lying on the edge of the bed, his eyes rolled back, his lips purple, his hand tightly holding a small piece of paper.

The nephew rushed over, trembling, checking:

– “You… you stopped your heart!!”

The whole family was in an uproar:

– “Oh my God, you just got married and already…?”

– “Did Diya do something to you?!”

Diya fell to his knees, sobbing, crying and pointing to the room:

– “No! It wasn’t me! You… flipped that photo yourself!! I don’t know anything!! I swear!!”

– “What photo?!” – everyone shouted.

Diya trembled:

– “It’s… a photo… of Arjun… and him…”

A nephew opened the piece of paper he was holding:

It was an old film photo.

In the photo was… Raghav Rao standing… pushing Arjun’s motorbike right at the corner where Arjun had a fatal accident. The angle of the photo clearly shows his hand holding the handlebars, creating force that causes the bike to lose balance.

The whole family was stunned.

Diya was in tears:

– “I… I don’t want to marry you…
– You threatened me!

– You said if I don’t marry you… you will release the photo, saying that I am the one who indirectly caused Arjun’s death!”

The whole family was in chaos.

A cousin stood still and said:

– “Arjun himself secretly installed a mini camera on the bike because he suspected someone wanted to harm him… But the camera was broken in the accident. Maybe Arjun printed the photo to hide it.”

Diya collapsed:

– “Yes… Arjun once told me, he suspected someone had tampered with the car. I didn’t expect… it was my father…”

The eldest daughter trembled as she told the story in tears:

– “He owed nearly 200 million INR when investing in land… Arjun was the only one whose name was on it. If Arjun died… the ownership would be returned to him according to the old will.”

Everyone gasped.

It turned out that Raghav Rao married Diya not because he loved her…
But because he was afraid that she would know the secret and release the photo, causing him to be prosecuted while he was still alive.

The police arrived.

The initial conclusion: Raghav Rao died of an acute myocardial infarction, possibly due to severe shock after Diya threw the photo back on the table to “force him to explain”.

Diya was taken to the headquarters to take her statement.

Relatives stood watching the ambulance take Raghav Rao’s body away, still unable to believe what had just happened.

Diya, when getting into the police car, turned back to look at Arjun’s altar, burst into tears:

– “Arjun… I’m sorry… in the end… it was the truth that killed your father… and freed us…”

The wind blew through the yard, the candle on the altar flickered.
No one knew… somewhere, Arjun was smiling peacefully

After the shocking incident, Raghav Rao’s family was thrown into complete chaos.

Relatives, neighbors and the local media were all talking about it. The three-story house in Mumbai became the center of all curious eyes.

Savitri Devi, the mother-in-law, was completely devastated. She was old and weak, having just lost her son and witnessed the death of her spouse because of her own conspiracy. She withdrew from all business decisions, almost unable to recognize herself.

After this shock, her younger brother and nephew, Arjun, no longer dared to interfere in the property or private life. All disputes and regrets were extinguished by the law and public opinion.

The relatives gradually understood that if they had avoided responsibility before, there was no chance to correct their mistakes now.

Diya became the center of the story. After the incident, she was freed from the pressure of marriage and Raghav Rao’s conspiracy:

She was recognized as the legal guardian of Arjun’s child, and had the right to decide on the legal assets that Arjun left behind.

She gradually regained her mental peace. There was no more fear or intimidation. Every decision from now on was her own choice.

She left Mumbai a few months later, moved to Bangalore, opened a small educational center for children, and raised Arjun’s child.

Diya repeatedly told close friends:

“I have lost too much… but at least now, I can decide my own life and my child’s.”

The Raghav Rao case was recorded by the investigating agency:

Official cause of death: acute myocardial infarction, psychological shock.

The piece of paper, the photo and Diya’s statement became important evidence in overturning all disputes related to inheritance rights.

The Rao family’s previous investments and land assets were reviewed and legally redistributed, avoiding illegal appropriation or disputes.

Thanks to that, Diya and her son Arjun were maximally protected, while Raghav Rao’s secret plots could no longer affect them.

Relatives and the community gradually realized:

Power and money cannot overcome conscience.

Conspiracies, fear or forcing others by intimidation will all lead to unforeseen consequences.

The loss and pain will only end when all the truth is revealed.

A year later:

Diya became a role model for independent women, daring to stand up to protect herself and her children.

She built a new life in Bangalore, not relying on any man, raising her children and opening an educational center.

People around her respected her, not only for her resilience, but also for the way she turned tragedy into a life lesson.

Diya often reminded her son:

“Be honest, be brave and never be afraid to face the truth. Only when you take charge of your own life will you be truly free.