Second Chance: A Dark Tale of Urban India-Chapter 94: Unexpected arrivals Part-1 (Ragini’s-in-laws)

Chapter 94: Unexpected arrivals Part-1 (Ragini’s-in-laws)

**Three hours later , 6:10 PM**

A sleek black Bentley slipped quietly out of the Singhania Industrial warehouse and glided past the bustling Mehruli market road.

Rohit sat comfortably in the back seat. Beside him was Ragini. Though both of them looked outside through their respective windows, their hands were secretly intertwined between the seats.

The driver this time was Balwindar. He navigated the evening traffic with steady focus, completely oblivious to the undercurrent of emotion simmering in behind.

Rohit was deeply pleased. The memories of the afternoon replayed in his mind like a private reel—sweet, intense, satisfying. He stole a glance at Ragini. She was looking out the window, a faint, contented smile curving her lips. He knew she had enjoyed it even more than he had.

He felt the soft, deliberate clutch of her hand, as though she sensed him watching but refused to meet his eyes. A small, private game between them.

It was a pity he could only have her one more time. It was a quick stress relief session they attempted, only after helping her fix things on his secondary laptop to wrap up loose ends, which could have continued longer if not for Ragini’s personal phone buzzing.

The call was from the house, Arya’s voice came through sharp and accusatory.

She started by nagging about him: how irresponsible it was to leave without a word. But when she learned Rohit had gone to the office to oversee operations, her anger only sharpened. She refused to share any details about the "important guests" who had arrived, hanging up in a huff, demanding they return immediately.

Rohit felt a flicker of amusement at her antics. As far as he knew, Arya was fiercely protective of Ragini, her mother, and would be absolutely fuming if she discovered he was with Ragini right now... especially after what he’d done to herself in the bathroom.

Beyond the personal satisfaction, the afternoon had been remarkably fruitful.

Technically, he had planted the virus. He now had full, silent access to Ragini’s personal phone and work laptop.

On the emotional front, he had managed to calm her chaotic heart, convincing her that he would handle the doctor’s matter alone. If the call ever came, she should leave for her maternal home without hesitation.

The only real knot in his chest was the timing.

He had wanted more hours, more quiet moments—to gently probe the mystery of her accident, the medicines she still took. But events had moved too fast. For now, he would have to stay in touch online.

The thought left him slightly uneasy.

Problems were already crowding in from every side. Still, he favored her leaving, as at least she would be safe, far away in the security of her maternal home, from whatever storm was brewing.

Just then, Lisa notified him of lawyer’s message.

"Thank you. You’ve been helpful in warning me about the IT raid. I won’t ask about your source, but at least give me some details. I don’t like keeping favors."

Rohit grinned. He typed quietly.

"Name: Rohit Singhania. Heir of the Singhanias.

The only favor I want... is friendship."

then began looking outsides as the traffic and crowd blurr past by and they eventually reach the house.

***

When Rohit reached the villa doors, he couldn’t help but frown.

Even standing outside, he could hear the unusual sound of laughter and loud women’s chatter—rare in the Singhania villa’s memories.

A servant opened the door, and his curiosity was immediately answered.

Guests.

It was his uncle, aunt, cousin and a few fresh faces he didn’t recognize.

The fat man in a luxurious suit with a French-cut beard was his uncle. He was the first to notice their silent arrival.

His greedy eyes flashed instant disappointment when they landed on Rohit, but they lit up the moment they settled on Ragini beside him.

"Oh! Bhabhi ji!(sis-in-law)" he called out with loud enthusiasm. "What a pleasant surprise. You’re looking as beautiful as ever. In fact, we were just discussing how remarkable it is that you’ve been managing both the household and the business so efficiently. Third brother truly hit the jackpot marrying you."(a/n: he meant , elder in third line)

Ragini frowned slightly.

She hadn’t expected these particular guests.

For her, this brother-in-law was nothing more than a nuisance. Despite constantly asking for loans, he never missed a chance to boast about his overseas investment deals—something she strongly doubted he was capable of handling on his own.

Still, business ties were business ties. Their branch handled export logistics through Surat port in Gujarat, and maintaining relations was necessary.

She forced a polite smile and replied,

"Brother-in-law, please don’t overpraise me. Everyone knows that in terms of both beauty and management, sister-in-law is second to none."

Rohit’s eyes instinctively shifted to the mature woman sitting nearby.

She was in her early forties, stunning and unapologetically bold in a designer black corset saree, the thin dupatta draped over her shoulder accentuating her voluptuous figure.

She gently placed her teacup on the table and greeted them with a composed namaste.

"Bhabhi is exaggerating," she said calmly. "If I were really so capable, why would we be leaving our daughters in her care?"

Despite her modest words, there was unmistakable satisfaction in her tone.

Then she cast a sharp glance toward her husband.

The man instantly fell silent.

Turning her attention elsewhere, she continued, "We brought Tanuj with us this time. He just returned from Oxford."

The young man she indicated was sitting casually on the sofa. He wore a modern sherwani, earphones plugged in while scrolling on his phone.

At first he looked disinterested. But the moment his eyes fell on Ragini and Rohit, a smug smile appeared on his face.

Rohit immediately remembered him—Tanuj.

Three years older than him. A bully. Never good, never sincere.

That smile alone was enough to trigger Rohit’s instincts.

Tanuj stood up lazily and approached Ragini first.

"Aunty," he said smoothly, "please give me your blessings. My results were quite good this time."

He bent down and touched her feet.

But as he did so, his fingers subtly brushed along the edge of her saree, lifting the fabric slightly where no one else could clearly see.

The gesture was small. But the intention was obvious.

Ragini, bound by tradition, pursed her lips and quickly steadied him. "It’s okay, son. Hope you grow into a better man and earn more achievements."

The custom was to touch elders’ feet for gratitude, but this crossed every line. Rohit saw it all but stayed silent as he got no proof.

A wave of irritation rose in his chest. He suddenly realized something else.

Tanuj had probably done this before. His former self had simply been too naïve to notice.

But this time... He wouldn’t ignore it.

After finishing with Ragini, Tanuj straightened up with a triumphant grin and casually patted Rohit’s shoulder.

"Dear cousin," he said with amusement. "I heard you lost your memories. Catch me later. We’ll have some fun."

He was about to walk away when Rohit suddenly grabbed his shoulder.

"Dear cousin, please wait," Rohit said politely. "I just realized you’re older than me. It would be disrespectful if I didn’t seek your blessings."

Tanuj paused, clearly pleased.

He looked back at his parents and the other guests, who laughed and applauded Rohit’s "respect." He smirked, folded his arms in pose. "Sure, bro. Why would I mind? Go ahead."

Rohit bent as if to touch his feet, but suddenly grabbed both legs and jerked upward, throwing Tanuj off balance.

With a loud thud, he crashed sideways into the nearby table, knocking over a cup as the room erupted in shocked gasps.

Rohit feigned pain in his left (bandaged) hand and quickly helped him up. "I’m so sorry—I was just trying to lift you as a joke. I slipped. Are you alright, bro?"

Tanuj forced a stiff smile while dusting his clothes. But when his eyes briefly met Rohit’s...

The irritation there was impossible to hide.

Ragini immediately turned her face away, covering her mouth slightly as she struggled to suppress a laugh.

But someone stood in rage.

"Rohit!" Kalyani snapped. "How irresponsible of you. Deliberately pushing your cousin and calling it a joke— is that an entertainment? He just returned from abroad!"

"It’s alright, Kalyani."

A calm but commanding voice echoed from upstairs.

"They’re brothers. Let them have a little fun."

Everyone instinctively looked up.

Standing at the staircase was Raj Singhania.

Arya stood slightly behind him with her arms folded.

As he began descending the stairs, Rohit couldn’t help but feel a flicker of jealousy.

Raj didn’t look like a typical middle-aged businessman.

He was tall, lean, and impeccably groomed. Even in a simple silver suit, he carried himself with the quiet authority of someone used to command.

There was something sharp in his presence.

Professional.

Dangerous.

Another matter that caught his attention more was Arya, in her favorite designer party gown—the one she rarely wore. The surroundings screamed celebratory occasion.

Was something big about to happen?

Everyone stood as Raj reached the bottom. He nodded to the room. "Please sit down. Let me greet my child and wife first."

Kalyani could say nothing—their dependence on this man was immense. Though not officially declared heir, he was the acting head of the Singhania family. She pursed her lips, sat, and glared daggers at Rohit.

Arya took a seat on the nearby sofa, nudging Tanya to make space.

Raj approached with wide arms. "My champ." He pulled Rohit into a hug, which was warm on the surface, but Rohit felt the tension in the grip: control, assessment, unspoken probing.

He grabbed Rohit’s cheek like a child. "I’m proud of you, my son. I heard what you did for this family. The Chambani connection matters. Keep it up."

Rohit inwardly sneered. At least the man was honest in his own way.

It’s always deals and benefits,

No mention of Rohit’s arm or accident.

What kind of father did that? His real father, drunk as he was in his past life, had at least checked bruises and showed concern.

The anger and resentment of the original Rohit surged when he recalled the forged documents. This guy deserves more than just belt treatment, and Rohit would deliver it in due time.

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A/N//: Sorry guys for the late delivery. My laptop is in repair, so I have to work on my roommie’s lappy with limited time. Another Chapter might come today!