The Interrogation Before the Truth-1

Jiya opened the door, the room was nearly pitch black. Only a table lamp flickered dimly, casting long, eerie shadows. All three girls slowly turned their heads toward her in perfect sync, their faces half-lit and strangely sinister.

Jiya froze.

Riya (eyes narrowed, coldly): “Where were you?”

She adjusted her glasses slowly, like she was preparing for an interrogation.

Jane (softly, with raised brow): “Do you even know what time it is?”

The moment Jiya switched on the light, Fa emerged from the shadows like a silent ghost, standing still, her arms folded, eyes sharp.

Fa (pointing a finger): “Did you even check your phone?”

Jiya, startled, collapsed onto the nearest chair.

Jiya (exhaling nervously): “I’m really sorry, guys. I’ll answer all your questions.”

Riya: “First of all, why weren’t you answering calls? You’ve been falling sick lately. And now you just vanish?”

Jiya (shaking her head quickly): “I swear I’m glad I have you all. My phone died—I couldn’t call or text.”

Fa (sternly): “Then where were you? Do you have any idea how anxious we were?”

Jiya (looking down, guilty): “I was with… Rudra.”

Jane (tilting her head, unimpressed): “Oh, of course. Use his name and we’re supposed to melt, huh?”

Jiya (waves her hand defensively): “It’s true! I was at his flat.”

Jiya (thinking): "I need a believable story… got it."

Jiya: “I had just gone to change clothes and I… sort of passed out. He said I wasn’t waking up, so he took me to his flat to help me recover. Then he dropped me back—”

Suddenly, laughter exploded in the room.

Fa rolled onto the ground, Jane was crying from laughter, and Riya had actual tears streaming down her face.

Jane (giggling): “She looks so guilty! Oh my god, I didn’t expect this!”

Fa: “Aww, baby. Don’t stress. You’re too cute when you panic.”

Jiya (staring in disbelief): “Wait—what?! Do you think I’m a joke?”

Fa (smirking): “Yes. You’re our favorite toy.”

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Jiya: “Give me something sharp. I’ll beat you.”

Jane: “Whoa, calm down, warrior princess. We just wanted to see your reaction.”

Jiya: “That’s not funny. Not at all.”

Riya (laughing harder): “You say that, but your expressions were hilarious.”

Jane (grinning): “So… what exactly were you two doing?”

Jiya (deadpan): “Nothing. I wasn’t feeling well. He just… took care of me.”

Riya (raising one brow): “Just took care? Anything else... maybe something warm and fuzzy?”

Jiya: “YOU, nosy little—!”

She threw her bag straight at Riya’s face.

Jiya: “I’m done. I’m leaving.”

Jane: “Where are you even going? You said you were sick.”

Jiya: “I’m okay now, thank you very much. I’ll be back in half an hour.”

Riya: “At least tell us where you’re off to?”

Jiya (sighs dramatically): “I need to call my parents.”

She left the room quickly and stepped out into the corridor’s balcony. Cool air brushed against her face. She dialed her parents’ number with shaking fingers.

On the call: “Hello, sweetheart!”

The voice was warm, soft, and motherly.

Jiya: “Hi mom. How have you been?”

Mom: “I’m good. Everything okay over there?”

Jiya (hesitating): “Yeah… yeah, everything’s fine. Just... one thing.”

Mom: “Go on, ask.”

Jiya: “How many members are there in our family?”

Mom (confused): “Four. What kind of question is that, Jiya?”

Jiya (softly, eyes widening):

“…Ahh! Mom, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask… about our relatives.”

Mom (calmly):

“What do you want to know about them?”

Jiya:

“Are they… alive? Did we cut ties with them? Did something happen in the past?”

Mom (a beat, then sighs):

“Yes, they’re alive. And we’re on good terms with them.”

Jiya (confused):

“Then why have I never met them?”

Mom (half-joking):

“So now you’re desperate to meet them?”

Jiya (firmly):

“Mummy, please… just tell me the real reason.”

Mom (after a long pause):

“Something did happen… a long time ago. And after that, we decided it was best to protect our children.”

Jiya (urgent):

“What happened? What are you trying to protect us from?”

Silence. The call ends.

Jiya (staring at the phone):

“Hello? Mom? Mom? Damn it…”

She rubs her eyes, frustration building.

Jiya (to herself):

“What am I supposed to do to uncover the truth…?”

She quickly dials another number.

Jiya:

“Hello, Aunty. How have you been?”

Aunt (warmly):

“Jiya, dear! I’m doing well. And you?”

Jiya:

“I’m fine. I… actually wanted to ask something. When my parents first came to your house—what were they like? How did they seem?”

Aunt (hesitates):

“Well… they looked worried. Tense. Your mother was holding you tightly in her arms. They had only a few belongings with them…”

Jiya:

“Thank you, Aunty.”

Aunt (curious):

"But, why are you suddenly—"