For days, Armaan was consumed by the words Chaitanya had left him with. He found it difficult to focus on anything else. The thought that there could be more to the story gnawed at him relentlessly. He had been so certain of Eshana's guilt, but now doubt crept into his mind. He replayed every interaction he had with her over the past year and a half, trying to reconcile the image of a cold, calculating woman with the diligent, sincere worker he had come to know.

Armaan sat in his apartment, sifting through the documents he had gathered. Papers were scattered across his desk, remnants of his meticulous investigation. He picked up a photograph of Eshana, her expression serious, taken during a company event. He scrutinized her face, searching for any hint of the ruthlessness he had attributed to her. Instead, he saw determination and something that now seemed like a burden she carried.