Twenty Years Ago...

Rain poured over the Singhania Palace that night.

It wasn't the gentle kind of rain that made people want to sit beside a window with a cup of tea.

It was violent.

The kind that made the trees bend, the windows tremble and thunder swallow every other sound.

Inside the palace, however, there was an even greater storm.

"Where is Dadaji?"

Siya Singhania stood at the end of the corridor, her heart pounding.

She had been looking for grandfather for nearly fifteen minutes.

The entire palace seemed strangely quiet.

Too quiet.

She hurried toward his study.

The door was slightly open.

"Dadaji?"

No answer.

Siya pushed the door open.

And froze.

The grandfather clock in the corner ticked loudly.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Her eyes widened.

Someone was lying on the floor.

"Dadaji!"

She rushed forward.

At almost the same moment, footsteps thundered down the corridor.

Vikram arrived first.

"What happened?"

He stopped dead.

Behind him came Vikrant and Virat.

And then Akriti.

Priya.

The entire household seemed to gather around the doorway.

Siya turned toward her husband.

"Vikram..."

Her voice trembled.

"I found him like this."

Vikram rushed toward his grandfather.

"Dadaji!"

He checked for a pulse.

Nothing.

"No..."

Virat immediately called the doctor.

Vikrant looked around the room.

Something was wrong.

The grandfather's desk drawer was open.

Papers were scattered across the floor.

And then Akriti noticed something.

A glass.

She picked it up.

"This was beside him."

Vikram turned.

"What is it?"

"I don't know."

Priya moved closer.

Then the palace doors opened.

The family doctor rushed inside.

Minutes later, the verdict came.

The patriarch of the Singhania family was dead.

The palace fell silent.

But the silence didn't last.

Because someone had already begun whispering.

Someone had already planted the first seed of doubt.

And before the night was over, suspicion would fall upon three women.

Siya.

Akriti.

Priya.

Three wives.

Three mothers.

Three innocent women who would soon lose everything.

Vikram stared at Siya.

"Where were you before this?"

She stared at him in disbelief.

"What?"

"I asked where you were."

"I was upstairs."

"Alone?"

"Yes."

Vikram's jaw tightened.

"Did you come into this room earlier?"

Siya's eyes filled with tears.

"Vikram, why are you asking me these questions?"

"Because you're the one who found him."

"That doesn't mean I killed him!"

The room went silent.

Akriti stepped forward.

"Vikram Bhai, stop this."

But Vikrant looked at his wife.

"And where were you?"

Akriti stared at him.

"Are you accusing me too?"

Priya looked toward Virat.

He wouldn't meet her eyes.

He wouldn't meet her eyes.

"Virat?"

Nothing.

She swallowed.

"Please."

The police arrived.

Questions were asked.

Statements were taken.

And then they found something that appeared to change everything.

A piece of evidence.

A piece of evidence that pointed directly toward the three women.

Evidence that would later be proven false.

But that night, nobody knew that.

The three brothers looked at their wives.

And for the first time, love lost its battle against suspicion.

Hours later, three women stood outside the palace.

Rain soaked their clothes.

Siya held her trembling hands over her stomach.

Akriti did the same.

Priya lowered her eyes.

None of the three had told their husbands.

None had found the courage.

They were pregnant.

And they were leaving the palace carrying secrets their husbands would not discover for eighteen years

Siya looked back one last time.

Vikram stood inside the doorway.

Their eyes met.

For one brief moment, she hoped he would stop her.

He didn't.

Akriti looked at Vikrant.

He looked away.

Priya waited for Virat.

He remained silent.

Three hearts broke that night.

Three marriages ended.

And three unborn children lost fathers they had never even met.

The cars disappeared into the rain.

The Singhania Palace returned to silence.

Nobody knew that the story was far from over.

Nobody knew that nineteen years later, three children would walk through those same doors.

And nobody knew that they would bring the truth with them.