The moment Roo collapsed onto the bed, the corridor outside erupted in a terrifying, calculated frenzy.
Outside the door, the silence was brief, followed by a torrent of guttural curses and agonizing groans. Shyan, leaning heavily against the corridor wall, gasped for breath, his hand clutching his injured groin. The pain was excruciating, but his fury and his absolute need for control quickly eclipsed it. He saw the situation not as a consequence of his actions, but as a fatal opportunity.
Shyan, leaning heavily against the wall, his face a mask of sweating, theatrical agony, managed to crawl a short distance to get his phone that fell to a distance when he was kicked by Roo. He didn't simply call the front desk for assistance; he demanded emergency medical services immediately, his voice cracking with fabricated urgency, ensuring the staff understood this was a crisis of terminal proportions.
When the medics arrived—a team moving with quiet, professional urgency—they were followed almost immediately by a frantic cohort: Shyan's parents, their faces pale with shock, and Roo's parents, roused by the frantic commotion. The sight was a carefully orchestrated disaster: Shyan, his expensive bandhgala now ripped slightly at the knee from his dramatic collapse, was writhing and moaning in exaggerated pain on the pristine carpet. He clutched his groin, his breathing shallow, ensuring that the physical area of the 'injury' was instantly obvious.
Shyan allowed the medics to briefly examine him, but he held the real dramatic control. He waited until both sets of parents—the stern, judgmental authority figures—were fully present and witnessing his perceived suffering before he delivered his poisonous accusation. His voice, when it came, was a masterpiece of cracking betrayal, laced with tears of absolute malice.
He pointed a trembling, dramatic finger at Roo's securely locked door.
"She... she did this to me!" Shyan choked out, his eyes wide and wet with crocodile tears that were half pain, half performance. "I went in to check on her—she looked sick, maybe she drank too much—and she attacked me! I tried to get her to come out, to bring her home safely, and she fought me! She pushed me away, and when I tried to look into the room, she… she kicked me like an animal!"
He paused, letting the implication hang heavy in the air, then delivered the final, devastating blow, his voice rising in a shout of fabricated anguish. "She locked herself in! She is hiding someone in there! She is cheating! She did this to me—assaulted me—to stop me from finding the man she is hiding in that room!"
The accusation was a precision strike. It transformed her act of desperate self-defense into a calculated, criminal assault driven by a sexual transgression. In their conservative, status-obsessed community, the mere suggestion of a woman's infidelity was a scandal that obliterated reputation and honor.
The shock on the faces of both sets of parents was absolute. Shyan's mother rushed to his side, wailing about his "fatal" injury. Roo's father, his face draining of all color, looked at the locked door with a look of cold, final condemnation. His daughter had not just embarrassed them; she had committed an unspeakable act of dishonor. The silence that followed was heavy with impending ruin.
They never for a second thought that their girl might be innocent and the guy before them is mercilessly smearing her name before world. They in their heart right away declared their girl as worlds most characterless girl who indulges in every unscrupulous thing and is doing felony.