Once everyone left, Bhargav and Vijay moved to his personal conference room, his mind racing with thoughts about the best course of action. Vijay stood behind, his expression one of concern and curiosity. He moved to sit beside Bhargav, sensing that his friend needed support. "Bhargav," Vijay began, "what do you plan to do about Anjali?" Bhargav leaned forward, his elbows resting on the desk, his fingers interlaced. "First, we need to gather irrefutable evidence against her. Priya's call recording is just the beginning. I want to ensure there's no possibility for denial or manipulation on Anjali's part. I'll dig deeper, collecting all necessary evidence, including previous call recordings with Priya and footage from the cyber cafe showing her orchestrating this vile plan. She has been destroying lives out of her insatiable greed for money, fame, and luxury. Since she dared to tarnish Sanju's reputation, I will obliterate hers across the entire industry. She can't harm MY LOVE and expect to get away with it. I will destroy her completely. She did all this for money? I'll make sure she ends up on the streets with nothing. She hasn't faced the ruthless and relentless Bhargav yet. But she will." Vijay's eyes widened, clearly taken aback by the intensity of Bhargav's words. He paused for a moment, absorbing the depth of Bhargav's resolve. "Bhargav," he said, his voice steady but cautious, "I've never seen you this determined. Your passion to protect Sanju is... amazing. I will support you in this. We'll gather every piece of evidence, build an airtight case, and make sure she can't wriggle out of this. My sister deserves justice, and Anjali deserves to face the consequences of her actions. Together, we'll bring her down, and we'll do it in a way that leaves no room for doubt or escape." Bhargav nodded, his expression resolute. "I understand, Vijay. Thank you for standing by me. We'll do this right, and we'll make sure Anjali pays for what she's done."
With that resolve, Bhargav dedicated the rest of the day to start gathering all the evidence needed to bring Anjali down. He dug into her affairs, collecting photo and video evidence that documented her infidelities. He uncovered records of her secret financial dealings, revealing how she had been siphoning money from her unsuspecting husband. Bhargav left no stone unturned, determined to compile a strong case that would expose her true nature and hold her accountable for her actions. He sifted through surveillance footage, hacked into her communication logs, and cross-referenced every detail with meticulous precision. Each piece of evidence he uncovered only fueled his determination further. His personal conference room was soon filled with stacks of documents, digital files, and various other incriminating materials that painted a damning picture of Anjali's deceitful life. Bhargav felt a deep sense of purpose and clarity, knowing that he was not just protecting Sanju, but also upholding the integrity of his company and his personal values.
Finally, he sat back in his chair, reviewing the amassed evidence with a critical eye. Satisfied with his work, he started to think of the next steps, his mind already strategizing the best way to deploy this information to ensure maximum impact and justice. Anjali's downfall was imminent, and Bhargav was ready to face her with unwavering determination and the full weight of the truth. Bhargav leaned back, feeling a rare sense of accomplishment mixed with an underlying tension. As he thought of the next steps, his thoughts kept drifting back to Sanju. How was she going to cope with everything that had transpired? How will it impact their relationship which was sailing pretty smoothly for the last few months? How can he be there for Sanju as she deals with everything? Meanwhile, Sanju woke up in the room, still reeling from the day's events. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions, each thought more chaotic than the last. The revelations about Bhargav's past had struck her deeply, leaving her feeling vulnerable and uncertain about their relationship. Despite Bhargav's reassurances, she couldn't shake off the sense of inadequacy that gnawed at her and the pain that his past revelations brought along. Sanju needed space. She needed to think, to process everything that had happened. The overwhelming noise of her thoughts and emotions made it clear that she couldn't do this here. She needed to get away, if only for a little while. Determined, she rose from her bed and packed her office bag. She decided to go to the penthouse, a place of solace and tranquility where she could be alone with her thoughts. The decision gave her a sense of control, something she desperately needed right now. Bhargav, sitting in his office, felt a pang of guilt and vulnerability. He knew Sanju was struggling, and despite his efforts to calm her earlier, he understood that she needed more time to process everything. He felt helpless, knowing there was nothing he could do to expedite her healing process. The thought of her being mad at him, even though he was helpless currently, weighed heavily on him. As Bhargav was in the conference room working with Vijay, Sanju made her way to the penthouse. Bhargav received a notification on his phone. It was a message from Sanju, brief and to the point: "I'm going to the penthouse for a few days. I need some time to think." Bhargav's heart sank. He knew she needed this break, but the thought of her being away from him, dealing with her turmoil alone, was painful. He wanted to be there for her, to hold her hand in his arms through this storm, but he respected her need for space. He quickly typed a response: "I understand sweetheart. Take all the time you need. I'm here whenever you're ready to talk or anytime you need me. I love you." Sanju read the message and felt a bittersweet comfort. She knew Bhargav loved her, but she also needed to find her own strength, to come to terms with everything on her own.
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The Secret Wife of the CEO [Completed]✅
RomanceSanjana is a young and innocent 18 year old girl with a kind heart and a gift for art, singing, and dancing. She lives in a humble hut with her frail grandfather, who depends on her for survival. Her only dream is to escape the poverty of her villa...