A Web of Secrets

She arrived at the college like any other student, a transfer from another country seeking new opportunities. Her long black hair and striking brown eyes caught attention, but she remained distant, blending into the background. Few noticed her sharp gaze, always observing, always calculating.

Among the many faces, she met Lucas Bennett—a tall boy with hazel brown eyes, carrying himself with a quiet charm. He had the kind of presence that seemed easygoing, but beneath it was a story of pain. His family had ostracized him, calling him a curse, and he carried their rejection silently. The girl seemed to gravitate toward him, offering companionship in the form of quiet understanding.

Over time, they grew close. She listened when Lucas shared stories about his childhood, his father’s remarriage, and his own struggles to find acceptance. He began to trust her in ways he hadn’t trusted anyone else, eventually revealing details he never thought he would share—including the password to his laptop.

Then, everything unraveled.

One morning, a team of RBI officers arrived on campus. They stormed into the college, disrupting classes, and began questioning students about suspicious bank transactions. The girl was pulled aside, her accounts showing deposits totaling over 100 crores.

The officers were relentless, accusing her of laundering money and demanding answers. She remained calm, almost amused, and when their tone turned harsh, she smirked.

"You RBI people ask too many questions," she said coolly. "That’s why I don’t invest in India."

One of the officers, furious, lunged at her. But with a swift move, she blocked his hand and struck him down effortlessly. The room fell silent. She straightened her posture and said, “You have no idea who you’re dealing with. Sit down.”

Pulling out two passports, she showed them to the stunned officers. “I am a dual passport citizen,” she declared, her tone sharp. The officers exchanged glances, uncertain.

When asked how she earned her fortune, she smirked again. “By minding my own business.” Her confidence unnerved them. They hesitated before leaving the room, warning her to be careful. She followed them out, making a call on her phone, her expression unreadable.

But not everyone was convinced.

In his dorm, Lucas received a notification from his bank account—an unexpected deposit of one crore. Confusion turned to anger as he connected the dots. Heartbroken, he confronted her, demanding to know if she was scamming him.

Her calm demeanor faltered for the first time. Anger and sadness flashed across her face.

“Do you think I would do that to you?” she asked, her voice trembling. “Your father—the man you still want to believe in—wanted to frame you. He planned to have you arrested for his own crimes because he thinks you’re the reason for his divorce.”

Lucas froze, the weight of her words sinking in.

She took a deep breath and finally revealed the truth. “Yes, I moved here for you. Not to hurt you, but to stop him. Your father is one of the most wanted criminals in my country.”

Her voice grew firmer. “And I didn’t come here as just another student. I came here as an agent. This wasn’t about scamming you—it was about bringing justice. The money you saw? It wasn’t yours. It was a transfer meant to expose him.”

She paused, her gaze hardening. “And you know what? According to Indian law, dual citizenship is not allowed. That’s why I had to keep my real identity hidden. But the truth is, I’m a secret agent. That’s what I showed to the officers earlier when they asked me what I do for a living. They were trying to offer help, assuming I needed it. But when I said ‘minding my own business,’ it wasn’t just a casual response—it meant I didn’t need their help. It meant I could handle the situation on my own.”

She took a deep breath and continued, her voice quieter but filled with intensity. “I’ve been working for months to bring your father down. It wasn’t just about the money; it was about stopping him from escaping justice. And you—your role in this—you helped me more than you’ll ever know.”

Lucas stared at her, his mind reeling from the revelation. “Now, I just need one more thing from you,” she said. “Call your father. You don’t need to speak—just let the call connect.”

Reluctantly, he obeyed. She quickly traced the location. Moments later, she contacted her team, and within minutes, the news flashed across television screens:

BREAKING NEWS: Most Wanted Criminal Arrested

Lucas stared at the screen in disbelief as the reality sank in. She looked at him, her voice softer now. “I’m sorry I had to deceive you. But I couldn’t risk telling you everything. Your trust helped me stop him. I hope one day you’ll understand.”

And with that, she walked away, leaving him torn between betrayal and admiration.