Chapter 253: Getting Exposed

The reveal of the button camera hit like a bomb.

For a few seconds, there was complete silence. Then the murmurs exploded.

"He had a camera on him the whole time..."

"Was she really trying to frame him?"

"Who the hell walks around with a hidden camera?"

Even the police officers looked taken aback. Their thoughts weren’t much different from the crowd’s.

Rohit spoke calmly.

"I happen to have quite a few enemies. So I always come prepared."

It wasn’t an exaggeration.

Ever since the subway attack on him and his mother, and later the false kidnapping accusation involving Akhil at the banquet, Rohit had learned one hard lesson — in a country like this, the law existed, but it didn’t always protect your life and reputation. Anyone could be attacked or accused without real accountability if the circumstances allowed it.

And his bad luck seemed to have followed him ever since his transmigration.

That was why he had started carrying hidden cameras and even bought out drones. His paranoia had paid off today. It was also the reason he had dared to follow the woman when something felt off. The rape accusation had been a surprise, but not something he couldn’t turn around.

As the camera was revealed, the atmosphere shifted completely.

Rekha’s face drained of all color. Before the recording could even be played, she collapsed to her knees and broke down.

"It’s... it’s because of that man," she sobbed. "I was blind... I didn’t want to do it..."

Gasps spread through the corridor.

"So it was true."

"She really tried to frame him."

"Because of women like her, guys always end up taking the blame..."

No matter how hard she cried, no one believed her anymore. People stepped away from her as if she carried a plague. She tried to explain, tried to twist the story and shift blame, but it no longer mattered.

The police took the recording and played it. The footage clearly showed how she had lured him into the room under the pretense of asking for help, and how she had boldly framed the entire situation. There was no room left for doubt.

The crowd had already turned to Rohit’s side.

A police officer stepped forward.

"Everyone, step aside. Take her into custody."

The female officer pulled Rekha up and cuffed her hands, deliberately ignoring her continued cries.

Meanwhile, Aisha turned and threw her arms around Rohit from front. She was crying.

"I knew it... God, I was so scared. Why did you have to go alone, you idiot? Do you know how worried I was?"

Rohit was momentarily caught off guard. He knew Aisha’s selfish side well and usually played along with it, but this genuine fear surprised him. He felt quietly grateful that she had taken his side.

He cupped her face and gently wiped her tears with his thumbs, offering a small, genuine smile.

"It’s alright. Look — I’m standing here completely fine. All good?"

Aisha sobbed and hugged him tighter.

"Still... it really scared me. What if things had actually gone worse?"

Rohit chuckled and patted her head, slipping back into his usual teasing tone.

"And here I thought you were still angry at me for eyeing your sister. Wouldn’t you have been a little relieved if I actually ended up behind bars?"

She looked at him like he had just told the world’s worst joke and elbowed him hard in the side.

"Idiot. Those are two completely different things. You really deserve a beating."

Rohit laughed and opened his arms.

"My bad. Come here, let me hold you again."

Aisha pushed him away, composing herself.

"Forget it."

Rohit’s expression turned serious. Something that had been bothering him earlier finally surfaced.

"How did you even find out about me?" He turned toward Kuldeep, his tone sharpening. "Didn’t I tell you not to leave her side?"

Kuldeep looked embarrassed but kept his voice professional.

"I’m sorry, Young Master. But the situation—"

To his surprise, Aisha cut in and took his side.

"It was me. I told him to go look for you. Later, some guy approached me and told me where you were. I called Kuldeep back, and we came here."

Rohit’s brows furrowed. The explanation felt incomplete.

"And how did that guy know me? Why did he go out of his way to contact you and then disappear without showing himself to us?"

Aisha shrugged.

"I don’t know. He said you were good at the dojo, and his friend recognized you because they used to train at the same place. He even complimented your talent. When I told him you were a Singhania and that we were cousins, his expression changed. He said you might be in trouble because he had seen a crowd gathering around you, and that you might need my help. I asked him to come with us, but he said his dad would give him a beating if they found out we met, and asked me to forgive him for not helping more."

Rohit looked at her.

"Didn’t you ask for his name?"

Aisha stuck her tongue out playfully and held her one ear cutely.

"Oops... I forgot. Hope you won’t punish me for that, my dear cousin."

Rohit went quiet for a moment, turning the details over in his mind.

Some guy who knew him from the dojo, confirmed his identity, asked for forgiveness, and then vanished without showing his face... It didn’t add up cleanly and put more questions to his brain.

What Rohit didn’t know yet was that Shreyash had been horrified the moment he realized Rohit was the same person his uncle suspected of Jayesh’s death. If Rohit had been locked up, it would have helped his uncle’s position. That was why Shreyash had backed out so quickly and even threatened Robert to leave before his own identity got exposed. But that truth would only come out much later.

Meanwhile, Naina was going through her own quiet meltdown.

She bit her lip, her face turning red with embarrassment as she watched the two of them hug and bicker. They were clearly closer than they appeared. The realization made her feel even more awkward about the stand she had taken earlier. The circumstances had been complicated, yes — but she had still lost the chance to impress him.

For a moment she wondered whether she even had the right to approach him now. Then she clenched her fists. She refused to step back.

She moved toward Rohit from the side while he was still lost in thought, about to touch his arm — when Aisha suddenly caught her wrist.

Aisha’s tone was still sharp.

"What are you still doing here?"

Naina froze, genuinely embarrassed. Before she could answer, Rohit’s voice cut in, cold and firm.

"Aisha. What the hell are you doing?"

Aisha looked annoyed.

"But she—"

"Do you know why I wasn’t restrained earlier?" Rohit continued without raising his voice. "The guards recognized me. They must have contacted her. You saw her taking a stand against me, but you didn’t see what happened before that. She may have thought I had no way out and wanted to handle it before the police arrived. That doesn’t make her actions right, but you shouldn’t judge her without knowing the whole situation."

Even though Rohit spoke with certainty, he was mostly guessing. He simply wanted to defuse the tension. But when he glanced at Naina and saw her eyes widen slightly, he realized his guess had likely been correct.

Aisha fell silent. A flicker of embarrassment crossed her face, and her expression toward Naina softened.

Before Rohit could say anything more, Naina stepped forward and lowered her head slightly.

"No... she’s right. I was wrong as well. I did tell my guard to teach you a lesson to protect our face because of that foreigner. I didn’t fully consider the consequences. Her questioning my authority wasn’t completely out of line."

Aisha, understanding the situation now, tried to ease the tension. She took both of Naina’s hands.

"Still... you took my cousin’s side when almost no one else believed him. That means a lot. I hope you’ll forgive my rudeness . Maybe we can be friends?"

Naina’s expression cooled for a second as she regained her composure, the natural air of nobility returning. She paused and looked straight into Aisha for few seconds.

"So you do have some sense. The number of people who can openly rebuke me can be counted on one hand."

Aisha gulped slightly, waiting for the verdict.

Then Naina’s face softened into a smile. She extended her hand.

"But you’re also adorable. I like that you don’t cower in the face of power or authority. We can be friends."

Aisha let out a breath of relief and shook her hand with both of hers.

"God... I thought I was about to hear a death sentence."

Both of them chuckled, the tension finally breaking into soft laughter.

Soon after, a police officer approached with a brief update.

"The woman has confessed. According to her statement, someone approached her earlier and offered money to frame you. We haven’t been able to identify that person yet. His exact motive is still unclear, but the intention appears to have been to damage your reputation and, if possible, have you arrested."

He paused and looked at Rohit.

"Mr. Singhania, despite everything, we apologize for the trouble you’ve been put through. We will continue the investigation and pursue everyone involved. If we require your cooperation again, we’ll contact you."

Rohit nodded in return.

"Of course."

With the police matter settled for the moment, the crowd gradually began to disperse.

People who had gathered out of curiosity started returning to the gala.

The corridor slowly emptied.

Even ten minutes later, Kuldeep and the other bodyguards remained nearby, keeping a respectful distance.

Rohit, meanwhile, had already decided he had endured enough for one evening.

Unfortunately, Aisha and Naina seemed to have reached a completely different conclusion.

The two women were now standing together, chatting animatedly about cosmetics, skincare, and hair treatments as if they had been friends for years.

Rohit stared at them.

He waited.

And waited.

Finally, he cleared his throat.

"Shouldn’t we be leaving?"

Neither woman even looked at him.

Rohit frowned.

He tried again.

"We’ve been here for quite a while."

Aisha and Naina turned toward him at exactly the same time.

"Shut up."

They immediately turned back to each other and giggled.

Rohit stood there in disbelief.

The absurdity of the situation was almost beyond him.

Aisha had spent the earlier part of the evening ready to tear Naina apart for daring to threaten him.

Now she seemed completely bewitched by Naina’s beauty standards and was already discussing which salon treatments they should try together.

Apparently, Rohit had just lost his cousin to a new friendship.

He sighed.

At least there was one thing he could salvage.

He looked toward Naina.

"By the way, if I actually show up for golf this Sunday, you’re paying for whatever I lose tonight."

Naina glanced at him, amused.

"Deal."

Rohit nodded.

"Good."

With that settled, Rohit waved them off and left for his next planned destination.