TRIA: The Unstoppable

 

 Fifteen years old, Tria found herself grappling with a life that seemed to crumble around her. Her mother’s recent death, just a month ago, left an unfillable void in her heart. Tria blamed her father, Mr. Philin Resove, for being a significant factor in her mother’s demise—a conviction that deepened the already strained relationship between them. As the eldest member of the Resove family, Mr. Philin personified the cold, business-driven nature of their lineage. The Resove’s were celebrated publicly as business tycoons for generations, with their mansion symbolizing wealth and power. Yet, inside its grand halls, there was no warmth. The family members shared a roof, but not an emotional connection.

For Tria, the mansion reflected the hollowness of her familial ties. While the world admired the Resove family as ideal success figures, only Tria knew the truth behind their success. She felt disconnected from everyone except her mother—the only person who had truly understood her. Without her, Tria’s isolation deepened, and her resentment toward her father grew. Mr. Philin, always self-centered and emotionally distant, failed to comprehend Tria’s grief or her struggle to accept that her mother was gone forever. Instead, he forced her to return to school, seeing it as a practical solution rather than acknowledging her pain.

The school provided no relief for Tria. The hallways, which are always bustling with chatter, felt suffocating as whispers about her family followed her. She had no friends to confide in or share her burdens with. Worse still, she became the prime target of Alsan, the school’s notorious bully, and his gang of six who called themselves the “Great Alsans.” Alsan thrived on intimidating others, using his status and aggression to manipulate students into submission. But Tria was different. She refused to yield, even when Alsan demanded her obedience. Her courage and strong sense of individuality shone through, as she stood her ground despite the challenges.

Tria’s refusal to conform only isolated her further. Fearing Alsan’s wrath, other students kept their distance, leaving her to navigate the school’s hostile environment alone. Yet, she remained steadfast in her values. Tria never compromised her self-respect or independence, believing firmly in the ‘tit-for-tat’ concept. If Alsan or anyone crossed her, she wasn’t afraid to retaliate or defend herself. These qualities defined her—a courageous, selfless girl determined to face life on her own terms.

Despite her inner strength, Tria couldn’t help but feel the weight of loneliness. Her mother’s memory was her only source of comfort, a beacon of warmth and love in an otherwise cold world. As the days went by, Tria began to channel her grief into resilience, unknowingly laying the foundation for a future where her courage and tenacity would become her greatest assets. Though her classmates avoided her, and her father ignored her pain, Tria showed signs of growth—readying herself for battles that awaited her.

Today marked six weeks since her mother’s death—a loss that still weighed heavily on Tria’s heart. As usual, she woke up, dressed, packed her tiffin, and dashed off to catch the bus. The routine was her armor, to forget the emptiness she felt inside. At school, Alsan and his gang waited for her at the gate, their smirks and hushed whispers making it evident that they had planned something. Tria, however, was unshaken. She had learned that intimidation only worked when someone had something to lose. For her, the memories of her mother were all she held dear, and no one could touch those. With this confidence, she faced every challenge head-on, knowing she had nothing left to fear.

Alsan had made it his mission to turn the blame for his wrongdoings onto Tria. Whether it was breaking taps, bullying students, or even breaking into the principal’s office to leak exam papers, he always tried to pin it on her. But Tria, with her sharp mind and unwavering determination, had always managed to prove her innocence and expose Alsan’s guilt. Yet, despite the repeated complaints and evidence against him, Alsan was never suspended, nor were his parents called. It was as if the system itself was supporting and shielding his behavior. Still, Tria refused to back down. She was determined to stand her ground, no matter how many times Alsan tried to humiliate her.

As Tria approached the school gate, Alsan’s voice rang out, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Did you guys hear the latest hot news? Tria’s mother was once convicted of bribing and causing food poisoning to many kids. What kind of inhuman person harms innocent children?”

The words were calculated, aimed directly at Tria’s heart. Alsan knew that the only way to provoke her was to target her mother. But what he didn’t know was that Tria had a zero-tolerance policy for anyone who dared to insult her mother. If someone spoke ill of her, she might let it slide. But if they targeted her mother, they were in for a big trouble.

Tria stopped in her tracks; her expression calm but her eyes blazing. Pretending to scroll through her phone, she shouted back, “Nowadays, so many people act well-informed, spreading unauthenticated news and causing rumors. The top spot on that list is held by a student named Alsan. Surely, this is kaliyug.”

Her words had caught everyone's attention. Laughter rippled through the students as Alsan’s face turned red with anger. His plan to provoke Tria had backfired spectacularly, leaving him the butt of the joke. But Tria wasn’t done. She marched straight to the teacher and reported Alsan’s behavior

As Tria entered the staffroom, the air seemed to tighten. “Ma’am, may I come in?” she asked, her voice calm but her stance resolute.

“Come in,” came the stern reply of Mrs. Demona, the discipline in charge whose mere tone could intimidate even the boldest of students. Mrs. Demona’s reputation for favoritism was well known, particularly her soft spot for Alsan, to be in the good side of Alsan's father Mr.Asif who is a well-known Investor with quite a good amount of political influence, she always shielded him from the consequences of his bullying. Opening her long register and readying her pen, Mrs. Demona glanced at Tria with a smirk. “What brings you here today, Miss Tria? What rule of the school—or perhaps even the Indian penal code—was broken now?” Her sarcasm dripped with disdain.

Every time Alsan committed a misdeed; Tria reported it to Mrs. Demona. Yet, her complaints rarely led to any action. Tria, however, was undeterred and always ensured Alsan’s wrongdoings were documented. This persistence made her a thorn in Mrs. Demona’s side. She couldn't do anything against Tria as she consistently topped every exam, using her intellect to counter every attempt to undermine her. Despite the chaos in her school and family life, Tria’s composure was unshakable, like water off a duck’s back.

“Ma’am,” Tria began, her voice steady. “Alsan has been shouting false rumors about my mother throughout the school. He’s claiming that she bribed officials and poisoned innocent children. This is entirely untrue.”

Mrs. Demona looked up with a mocking expression. “Tria, just because she’s your mother doesn’t make her innocent. I fail to see where Alsan is wrong.”

Tria’s hands clenched into fists at her sides. Her voice rose, firm and pointed. “May I ask, ma’am, which court convicted my mother of any crime? What evidence do you have to speak so confidently about her guilt? Yes, my mother was once accused, but the court cleared her name, ruling that she had been framed by her rivals. A half-truth is more dangerous than a lie. Alsan deliberately left out the part where my mother was proven innocent and all charges against her were dismissed.”

Mrs. Demona leaned back, trying to shield Alsan. “So, what Alsan said isn’t untrue, is it? I don’t see how he’s at fault here. If you have nothing else, please leave. I have more important matters to attend to.”

Tria’s patience snapped. Her voice rang out with sharp clarity. “Really, ma’am? If spreading half-truths isn’t wrong, then what happened to Rajot, the ninth-grader. All he did was that he mentioned to his friends about Alsan’s father being charged with illegal activities, one of which led to a ten-story under-construction building to collapse and take innocent lives. His father was sentenced to jail. Yet Rajot disappeared from school the very next day, punished for ‘humiliating’ Alsan’s father. If what Rajot said—something backed by a court ruling—was deemed inappropriate behavior, how can Alsan be right when spreading falsehoods about my mother, whose innocence was proven in court? The court even took action against those who framed her!”

Mrs. Demona, clearly cornered, struggled to find a defense. Flustered, she blurted, “How dare you question me, Tria! For this disrespectful behavior, I am suspending you from school for three days. Return with your father if you wish to enter this school again.”

Tria replied, her voice showed no sign of submissiveness. “If you want my father to come, you’ll have to call him yourself. There’s no way I’ll ask him to come here. And listen closely—I will come to school tomorrow as usual because I’ve done nothing wrong. All I wanted was justice for the bullying and harassment I’ve endured. See you tomorrow, Ma’am.” With those words, she stormed out of the room, her head held high.

Mrs. Demona was left stunned; she tried to process what had just happened. She had expected Tria to beg for leniency, to plead and cower at the mention of her father. But Tria’s bold defiance was something she hadn’t anticipated. For Tria, this wasn’t just about herself anymore—it was about her mother’s honor. Mrs. Demona knew she couldn’t prevent Tria from coming to school; after all, there was no valid reason to enforce her suspension. Still, she wasn’t ready to accept defeat so easily.

The next day Tria came to school as she had said, and Mrs.Demona couldn’t do anything. Tria was well aware that Mrs.Demona and Alsan wouldn’t keep their calm with her anymore.

Just as she thought Alsan had already made a foolproof plan against her, to insult and humiliate her and to make sure that everyone would point fingers at her character.

Soon after the first period, Tria was called to the principal’s office. There she saw her dad ready to devour her, next to him was standing Mrs.Demona with a smile of accomplishment, next to her were Alsan and a few students who were like his slaves. The principal sir was sitting there waiting for her.

“Come in Tria.” Said, principal sir

“Good morning, sir” greeted Tria completely ignoring everyone else.

“There are few complaints lined up against you. Do you have anything to say in defense?” Asked principal sir

“Sir without knowing about the allegations against me how can I say anything about it, sir.” Replied Tria

“Tria. mind your language. Stop embarrassing me here. Quickly apologize and write an apology letter stating that you won’t misbehave hereafter.” Shouted her dad

“I didn’t speak to you. I didn’t ask you to come here; you came here on your own. So logically you took the initiative to come and embarrass yourself.” Replied Tria in a fit of anger

“What can I do if my daughter has sworn to follow her mom’s footsteps? Being a responsible dad I have to come when called.” Said her dad

“You are absolutely right. I have taken an oath that though the blood that runs in me is both of yours and my mom’s the principles and teachings that I would follow in my life would only be of my mom’s. Better stop this act of yours of being a ‘responsible dad’ before me. You said you came because you were called. Really, then where were you when the doctor from the hospital called you to come and sign the papers so that they could start Mom’s treatment? You stranded your daughter and your wife for someone who had no relation with you. I very well know that you didn’t come here today for your daughter but for your investor’s son Alsan. For you, an investor’s son is much more valuable, important, and trustworthy than your own daughter. You already decided that Alsan is right, and I am wrong without even asking me once what had happened, and you call yourself a responsible father‼.” unleashing all of her pent-up anger that she had held inside until now.

It was the first time that Tria had expressed anger before her dad, who was now completely red with anger because his daughter questioned him about his wrongdoings.

Tria turned towards the principal who was in shock after knowing a gist of Mr.Philin’s true character.

“Sir, May I know why I am being called here?” asked Tria, trying to not show her anger.

“Well…these students have reported that you made them change their roll number and write the exam on your behalf.” the principal replied.

“Sir, I would like to ask except for their say is there anything else that proves and supports these accusations against me?” enquired Tria

“NO.” said the principal

“I have not done any cheating in any of the exams I have written, all the marks are my hard-earned marks for which I studied hard. If you find it hard to believe me, you can conduct a test now. Before sir I am ready to write a test, then you can easily find out whether I had done any kind of cheating in my previous exams. If what they are saying is right, then I won’t be able to write any answer properly in the test you’re going to give me.” Suggested Tria “And about bullying, everyone in this school nicely and clearly knows who is bullying whom.” said Tria looking towards Mrs.Demona and Alsan.

“Sir, why are you asking her? She will knock off the blame like usual. Just straight away rusticate her.” Alsan said in an ordering manner.

“Let me remind you what some people forgot to remind you; that this is school, not your company where you are passing your order. You are so eager to get me rusticated from this school. But before that just answer a few of my questions.” Tria said very firmly.

Poor principal sir was sitting there trying to make a head and tail out of the ongoing situation.  

“Stop wasting everyone’s time with your stupid questions.” said Mrs.Demona understanding that letting Tria speak wouldn't be nice for them.

“I didn’t even ask any question till now then how come you know that it is not important. Or is it that you feel that if I ask you a question, you won’t be able to give an appropriate answer?” said Tria.

Not having anything to say Mrs.Demona looked at her dad for help. Before he could say anything...

“If I fail in the test that the principal sir is going to give me; then I will get TC from the school. That’s MY PROMISE. I don’t think that I have to tell you how true I am to my words.” Tria challenged openly.

“Well then, I think I will do as Tria suggested. I will personally supervise her during the exam and the paper will be made by me.” Principal finalized.

Alsan and Mrs.Demona understanding that the situation was getting out of their hands quickly changed their stance.

“Sir, I think we should give Tria one more chance and let her go this time.” Mrs.Demona said nervously.

“No sir. I want to write the test and prove myself capable of the marks I received before; and prove that this accusation against me is absolutely a well-planned plot and nothing except that.” Tria said adamantly.

“Stop this nonsense, Tria. Just do what you are said to do nothing except that. Got it?” her dad said frustrated.

“I won’t do anything that would hurt my dignity and self-respect. If I agree with Mrs.Demona then it will mean that the accusations against me are absolutely true.” Justified Tria.                       

“Tria let it be, those who accused you are backing out.  No one would say about this incident hereafter, that’s my promise. So, I think it is better to forget today’s incident.” declared principal sir.

Tria understood that all of them had teamed up together though due to different reasons. There was no use in arguing anymore, so Tria just kept quiet. Feeling disheartened Tria spent the whole day thinking about what to do next, she totally felt insulted that day.

Years passed by. Tria had completed her studies by now. A lot of things took a drastic turn this while.

Today was a pivotal day for the Resove’s—a day that could redefine their dominance and power. A national-level tender, one of the most significant in decades, was about to be passed. The stakes couldn’t have been higher. Whoever secured this tender would gain control of the country’s primary ports, an unparalleled advantage in dominating India’s commerce and trade as well as a wildcard entry into the global trade.

For the Resove’s, this wasn’t just another business opportunity; it was a chance to cement their position as the most powerful and influential business empire in the nation. Victory would mean a stranglehold on logistics, shipping, and strategic business ventures. Failure, however, would leave them vulnerable in a ruthless corporate landscape; It would jeopardize their standing and power.

As the clock ticked closer to the moment of bidding, the conference hall buzzed with tension and calculating glances. Every competing enterprise understood the gravity of the situation—this wasn’t just about prestige. It was a battle for dominance, a fight that could tilt the balance of power in the corporate world for years to come.

Resove’s like usual was cocksure that they would easily get this tender, without making sure of the loopholes in their proposal about which someone was well aware off. But they very well knew the only competition they had was the DHARMA’s. Though they were a new startup, but their standard products and their customer care was meritorious, which gave them a strong foothold in the beginning itself. Even the well-established decade old startups used to get heebie-jeebies due to them.

The room was dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation. Mr. Philin and his brothers, seasoned strategists, took their seats around the polished mahogany table. Their eyes darted toward the entrance, where the DHARMA representatives were expected to arrive any moment now. Mr. Philin, the eldest of the siblings, adjusted his cufflinks nervously. His brothers mirrored his unease, their fingers tapping rhythmically on the table. They had honed their skills over years of cloak-and-dagger dealings, extracting secrets from unsuspecting adversaries. But this time they were filled with tension that they never had experienced before. A faint ticking from the antique clock on the wall seemed to amplify the unease among the Resove brothers as they waited for DHARMA’s arrival. Although a relatively new startup, DHARMA’s reputation for high-standard products and exceptional customer care has shaken the industry. Even established giants felt the chill of uncertainty when faced with formidable newcomers. They had understood that Dhrama's were only their true competitor

Suddenly, the murmur in the room died down. Heads turned toward the grand entrance as DHARMA’s representatives walked in. Their presence was magnetic, exuding quiet confidence. Alfregh, the CEO, led the team, his composed demeanor commanding the attention of everyone present. He greeted the attendees warmly but kept his responses measured, avoiding unnecessary exchanges. The Resove brothers took the opportunity to deploy their favorite strategy.

“Namaste, Mr. Alfregh,” they said in unison, knowing his deep reverence for national traditions.

“Namaste, Mr. Resove’s,” replied Alfregh with a polite smile.

“All prepared to win the tender?” asked Mr.Philin in a frenemy way.

Alfregh tilted his head slightly, his smile unwavering. “Seemly so. This time, the responsibility lies entirely with our chief legal advisor. She prefers to work…clandestinely.” His words, spoken casually, carried an air of mystery, understanding their want.

The Resove brothers exchanged quick glances, their hopes of prying information dashed. Alfregh’s deliberate vagueness had thwarted their attempts to uncover details of DHARMA’s proposal. Knowing further attempts would be futile, they wrapped up the exchange and returned to their seats.

As the meeting progressed, the Resove brothers remained restless. They scanned the room, watching every movement, hoping to detect any sign of weakness in DHARMA’s team. But their composure faltered as they realized their competitors were waiting for someone - someone who could endanger Rosove's power

Soon their waiting came to an end. The door swung open with a force that startled everyone in the room. There she stood—a whirlwind of energy and attitude.  She wore a crimson-coloured sari (traditional Indian clothing), and her long straight black hair rolled down to her waist. Shoulders squared, chin lifted, she radiated confidence, her eyes showed determination, and she scanned the room, taking in every detail. A mischievous smile played on her lips, hinting at the secrets she carried. She strode forward, her cut-shoe clicking against the wooden floor, leaving no room for hesitation. Anticipation crackled around her as if she held the room’s attention in the palm of her hand.

The Resove brothers’ eyes widened in disbelief as she walked across the room. The poised figure moving with confidence was none other than Tria. Mr. Philin froze in his seat, unable to reconcile the image of the capable woman in front of him with the daughter he had neglected for years. His shock was palpable.

It wasn’t just the unexpected encounter—but a haunting realization of his own indifference. What else could he expect? Years of paying no attention to his own daughter had led to this estrangement. Yet, Tria gave them no acknowledgment, her expression focused and resolute as if they were merely part of the crowd. With deliberate strides, she walked past them without glancing their way, heading toward Mr. Alfregh, who was waiting for her with evident eagerness.

Alfregh’s face lit up upon seeing her, a rare smile breaking his usual composed demeanor. Tria stopped before him, her presence commanding the attention of the room. The silent exchange between them hinted at an unspoken understanding, one that left the Resove’s feeling increasingly unsettled.

“Looking gorgeous. What an entry, caught everyone’s attention, girl,” Alfregh commented, his gaze lingering on Tria as she gracefully entered the room, her sari's golden edges gleaming under the chandelier’s light.

“Well, thanks, Alfregh,” Tria replied with a small smile, her fingers brushing an invisible crease on the sari as she took her seat.

“Why didn’t you say you were wearing a sari today? I would have gone for something traditional too. Now I look like a pig,” Alfregh complained, 

“You’re looking…fine,” Tria replied, her tone playful but her eyes warm. “About this sari, I had planned to wear a dress, but I stumbled upon this sari of Mom’s. It reminded me of how she always handled tense situations with elegance. So, I changed my plan at the last moment. And sorry for the delay, I—”

“Sharp on time as always,” Alfregh interrupted with mock frustration. “If you had been a bit later, you would have been standing outside. They’re closing the entry five minutes before the tender starts.”

Tria raised an eyebrow. “Don’t worry. Even if I’d been late, I would have made it into this room. But I’m not late, am I? Now, would you mind stopping the scolding? If you really want to complain, at least pass me my breakfast first. I’m famished.”

“There’s no arguing with you. Here, have your breakfast,” Alfregh sighed, sliding over a rectangular copper tiffin.

Tria smiled, opening the tiffin to find neatly packed chappati and kadhai paneer (flat bread and gravy of cottage cheese). As she took her first bite, she glanced at Alfregh. “All set for today? This tender is going to be ours.”

“I hope so…” Alfregh started, but his sentence trailed off as the sound of leather shoes clicked against the marble floor.

“Hello, Tria. How come you’re here?” Mr. Philin’s voice interrupted the moment, his tone tinged with surprise.

“Good morning, Mr. Philin,” Tria replied. “Where else should I be, if not here?”

Mr. Philin narrowed his eyes. “I didn’t expect to see you. You seem…close with Mr. Alfregh.”

“Yes, we’re very close,” Tria said with a knowing smile, entwining her arm with Alfregh’s. He responded by giving her hand a reassuring pat.

“Tria,” Alfregh murmured, his voice barely audible, “behave. You’re drawing attention.”

Undeterred, Tria leaned back. “So?”

Philin cleared his throat, his gaze shifting to Alfregh. “it's almost time, Mr. Alfregh. Didn’t your chief legal advisor arrive yet? No entry will be allowed anymore.” celebrating in his mind, but it didn't last long.

Alfregh leaned forward, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. “My advisor is already here—having breakfast.”

Philin blinked in disbelief as Tria smirked, raising her tiffin slightly in acknowledgment. The room seemed to be still for a moment, the significance of her presence dawning on the bystanders. Everyone present there was amused to see such a young girl holding such a high position in Dharma group. Soon she became the talk of the room.

“Mr. Philin don’t call me Tria. I don’t think we know each other that well anymore,” Tria said, with her sharp tone. Even the air conditioning which was making everyone shiver couldn't cool down the tension brewing between them

Mr. Philin shifted in his seat, aware that the eyes of the room were now on him. Realizing she had Alfregh's unwavering support, he chose to temper his approach, though his tone remained laced with disdain.

“You made the proposal! Mr. Alfregh, don’t mind me saying, but I think you didn’t make the best choice this time. This kind of significant and high-stakes proposal should have been left to someone more experienced and knowledgeable,” Mr. Philin criticized.

Tria turned toward him slowly, her expression calm but her words sharp as a double-edged sword. “What do you know about me, Mr. Philin Resove? Let me offer you some friendly advice: Passing comments shows the disrupted connection between your mind and mouth, if not fixed it will leave your peaceful life in shambles. Take it or leave it—it’s just a suggestion. Though I understand, many nowadays don’t value good advice.”

Her measured words had hit the bull's eye. Alfregh barely held back a chuckle as Mr. Philin’s face flushed red, his composure faltering. Unable to form a coherent response, he stormed back to his seat, muttering under his breath. His brothers seeing his face understood that Tria had left him speechless.

As the clock ticked closer to the meeting’s start, the officials entered, their presence instantly commanding attention. The room fell silent, the rustle of papers and the soft murmur of a distant coffee machine were clearly heard.

The fight for the tender began in earnest. Each business tycoon presented their carefully crafted proposals, their voices echoing through the grand hall. Yet, when Tria stood up, the atmosphere shifted. Her confidence was radiant under the glow of the chandelier light as she approached the podium with full confidence.

Her presentation held an unexpected twist—an intricate demonstration of their preemptive partnerships with major enterprises and MNCs. Her voice carried conviction as she presented the strategy, seamlessly blending logic with vision. Alfregh, sitting at the edge of his seat, couldn’t hide his awe. It was clear even he hadn't anticipated the brilliance of her move.

“This demonstrates that the port will not just be a refueling station but a thriving hub of global commerce,” Tria concluded, her words bringing a completely new perspective through the room. A moment of stunned silence followed before polite applause rippled across the hall.

Then came the surprise “Fault-Finding Segment.” Each competitor was tasked with scrutinizing the proposals of their peers to find even the smallest vulnerabilities. Whispers and murmurs filled the room as seasoned entrepreneurs analyzed their competitor's bids with hawk-like precision. For the Dharma Group, this segment added an extra layer of stakes—it was a chance to not just win but to emerge untouchable and make their footing even stronger not only in the country but internationally as well.

As the competition reached the final stage with three finalists—Dharma Group, the Resove’s, and the Generation’s—the air grew thick with anticipation. The final presentations loomed, and every detail mattered. Victory wasn’t just about pride—it was about securing dominance in an industry where even small victories could tilt the scales of power. 

“We have arranged refreshments in the lobby. The session will resume in fifteen minutes,” announced an official.

“What shall we have?” asked Alfregh as they walked down the marble-tiled corridor toward the lobby, his voice light but his shoulders tense.

“Anything is fine. I just need a break,” Tria said, sinking into a plush leather seat. “Can you get something for me, too?”

“Sure. You rest here,” Alfregh replied, leaving to fetch snacks. The faint aroma of spiced tea and freshly baked samosas wafted through the air as Tria leaned back and closed her eyes, seeking a moment of reprieve.

Her peace was short-lived. “Tria, where did you learn all that stuff?” a familiar voice interrupted.

Her eyes snapped open. “I told you, don’t call me by name,” she said, her irritation evident. “If you’re asking about the bid, let’s just say learning about it was my only resort.”

Mr. Philin smirked, his tone dripping with faux concern. “What else shall a father call his daughter if not by her name? You seem very confident about the final challenge.”

Tria’s eyes narrowed as she sat upright, her voice steady. “Don’t you dare mention that relation and insult it. As for my confidence, I’m certain you’ve left a loophole in your bid.”

Philin chuckled, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of unease. “From my experience, it’s not wise to rely on others’ weaknesses for your victory.”

“It would’ve been better if you’d said that in front of a mirror, Mr. Philin,” Tria retorted, her words cut like shards of glass.

By the time Alfregh returned with refreshments—a plate of veg sandwiches and a steaming cup of chai for himself and a mint lemonade for her—Philin had walked away, his expression a mask of frustration. Tria smiled faintly as she took the chai from Alfregh. The cool glass in her hands cooled her mind, amid the storm brewing inside the conference room.

As soon as the bid resumed, the Generation Enterprise was swiftly eliminated, leaving the Dharma Group and the Resove’s as the final contenders. The atmosphere in the room was electric, charged with an unspoken rivalry that was now boiling to the surface. Even the officials, sitting at the far end of the grand table, exchanged tense glances, eager yet anxious to see how this battle would unfold.

The Resove brothers wasted no time in attacking. Their voices, sharp and confident, echoed through the room. They began by pointing out what they claimed to be Dharma’s greatest flaw—their inexperience. “Running a country’s major ports requires years of expertise,” one of the Resove’s stated, his tone dismissive. But Tria was quick to respond, her words precise and measured. “Perhaps you’d prefer to discuss the ‘experience’ that led to your past failures, including the multiple government warnings you’ve ignored?”

The battle of words escalated quickly. The Resove brothers began firing accusations of overpricing, questioning Dharma’s credibility and suitability for such a significant responsibility. Tria countered each question with sharp rebuttals, her voice unwavering. Her responses were laced with detailed examples, including the Resove’s past mismanagement and their blatant disregard for regulations. Each answer was met with a nod of approval from the officials, who couldn’t hide their admiration for her confidence and expertise.

The intensity of the exchange left everyone on edge. The grand conference room, with its high ceilings and soft hum of the air conditioning, felt smaller as the competition morphed into a personal battle. Alfregh, seated beside Tria, leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on her. He barely moved, as though unwilling to disturb the flow of her arguments. Though he appeared calm, his clenched fists on the table betrayed the quiet tension he felt. Every time Tria delivered a particularly cutting remark, a faint smile flickered across his face, a mix of pride and awe.

It was Tria’s final question that left the Resove brothers speechless. “Let me ask you this—how does a company that justifies ignoring all government disapproval to construct a multi-complex that collapsed, taking the lives of countless workers entrusted with such a great responsibility? the fire accident in your illegally built structure, which left twenty dead and over thirty critically injured? Is this the ‘credibility’ you are so proud of?”

A hush fell over the room. The Resove brothers exchanged frantic glances but had no answers. The officials, who had been silently observing the heated exchange, appeared visibly shaken by Tria’s revelations. Even Alfregh couldn’t hide his surprise at her boldness, his expression momentarily shifting from pride to astonishment.

Tria stood tall; her gaze unwavering as she continued. “It’s not like we don’t make mistakes—we do. But never intentionally, and certainly never by disregarding government rules and endangering lives. The Resove’s, on the other hand, have repeatedly turned a blind eye to regulations, putting innocent lives at risk. Entrusting the country’s major ports and businesses to them would be a catastrophe.”

The room buzzed with hushed whispers as Tria’s words settled in. The tension was palpable as everyone awaited the officials’ decision. Finally, after a long pause, an official stood and cleared his throat.

“The winner of this tender is… the Dharma Group.”

A wave of celebration erupted at the announcement. Tria, Alfregh, and the rest of their team erupted into applause and cheers. Alfregh clapped Tria on the back, his smile wide and genuine. “Bravos, guys! We did it!” he exclaimed, his voice filled with pride.

Tria, however, sank into her chair with an audible sigh of relief. “I’m going on a proper vacation. No more projects or bids on me, Alf. Please…” she said, her voice a mix of exhaustion and humor.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, the Resove brothers sat in stunned silence. The mention of the multi-complex incident had hit them like a thunderbolt. They had bribed and threatened everyone they could think of to bury the truth, but now it was all out in the open. Mr. Philin, his face dark with rage, watched Tria laughing and celebrating with the Dharma team. Seeing his estranged daughter at the heart of their defeat left him seething, his fists clenched in fury.

“Alf, go and bring the car. I have something unfinished here,” Tria said, her eyes locked on Mr. Philin, the storm within her barely contained.

“I’ll get the car,” Alfregh replied hesitantly, “but I’m not leaving you alone with your dad here. I know what’s coming, and trust me, now’s not the place.” He paused, correcting himself as he saw Tria’s face flush with anger. “Sorry—I mean that person and his family, your mom’s culprits.”

Tria, touched by his concern. “Don’t worry,” she assured him, her voice firm. “I’ll handle it.”

Tria walked toward Mr. Philin, whose glare matched her intensity. everything else in that room seemed to vanish and faded into silence as their confrontation took center stage.

“My own daughter failed me and stood against me,” Mr. Philin scoffed, his voice dripping with disappointment.

Tria stopped a few steps away from him, her gaze unyielding. “People living in glass houses should not throw stones at others’ houses, Mr. Philin,” she said coldly. “You act as though I betrayed you as if you’ve ever stood with me. Always remember—you will only reap what you have sown. Do not expect to harvest love and kindness when all you’ve planted is ignorance and hatred.”

Her voice hardened as she continued. “You feel bad now? Too bad… What will your condition be if I start settling our accounts? I don’t intend to drag this so-called ‘relationship’ like Mom did, holding on for years only to regret it later. Let’s end this, here and now. From this moment onward, we have no relation with each other. You can live happily with your family and things, and I will be happy with my family. Goodbye, Dad.”

Tria turned on her heel and walked away without looking back. Her steps were steady, and purposeful, leaving behind a man who once wielded power but now stood utterly defeated.

This scene beautifully brings out the warmth of Tria’s growing bond with Alfregh’s family and her efforts to make them feel celebrated. The atmosphere is vibrant, emotional, and touching. Here’s how it could be enhanced slightly with added sensory details and emotional nuances:

“They are coming back,” said Alfregh, his voice tinged with excitement.

“Yeah, Ishah told me yesterday. I want to make their return a real celebration,” replied Tria, her hands steady on the steering wheel as she navigated through the bustling streets.

“What are your tremendous plans?” Alfregh asked, raising an eyebrow.

“To give them the recognition they deserve. You don’t have plans for tonight, do you, Big B?” teased Tria with a mischievous grin.

“Big B? Please don’t tell me that stands for ‘Big Bully,’” Alfregh said sarcastically.

Tria smirked. “If that’s how you want to take it, fine. But actually, I meant Big Brother,” she added, her expression softening into a sisterly smile.

“Come again,” Alfregh said, his voice full of disbelief, his eyes widening with surprise.

“Big Brother,” Tria repeated. “I’ve made a reservation at Mom and Dad’s favorite restaurant and even arranged some special decorations. How’s the plan, Big B?”

“They’ll be on cloud nine when they hear you call them Mom and Dad,” Alfregh said, his excitement bubbling over. “That’ll be the best thing they’ve ever heard. I swear.”

Soon, it was night. The restaurant’s rooftop sparkled with string lights and elegant floral arrangements. Tria glanced around eagerly, scanning the setup to ensure everything was perfect. She adjusted a centerpiece and smoothed the tablecloths, her heart racing with anticipation.

“When will they arrive?” she asked Alfregh, her eyes darting toward the entrance.

“Within a few minutes,” he replied, for the tenth time in the last five minutes.

Finally, the moment arrived. Three figures stepped into the rooftop venue. One of the ladies was in her early twenties, her stormy sea-colored eyes full of life, her chestnut curls resting gracefully on her broad shoulders. This was Ishah, Alfregh’s sister. Beside her was a man in his early fifties, his stout build and commanding height drawing immediate attention. His curly black hair was neatly combed, and his sharp, stormy eyes mirrored Ishah’s. This was Kabar, Alfregh, and Ishah’s father. The third figure, a woman in her early fifties, had a lean frame, her warm brown eyes perfectly complementing her wavy hair cascading down to her shoulders. This was Nazart, their mother.

As they stepped onto the rooftop, a burst of fireworks lit up the night sky. The crackling sound filled the air, accompanied by cheers from the small gathering. “Welcome back, Mom, Dad, Ishah!” shouted Tria and Alfregh in unison.

The surprise etched on Nazart and Kabar’s faces quickly melted into sheer joy. As the realization of Tria addressing them as "Mom" and "Dad" sank in, their eyes glistened with happy tears. It was a moment they had longed for but never expected to come true.

After they shared stories and laughter, Tria leaned back in her chair. “Let’s have dinner already. I’m famished after today’s jam-packed schedule,” she complained, her stomach growling audibly.

“Yes, my dear, come. It’s time we all had a family dinner—it’s been far too long,” said Kabar warmly.

“Come on, everyone. Dinner time!” commanded Nazart, her voice full of cheer.

As the family settled at the table, Ishah piped up while pouring soup into her bowl. “Well, you’ve told us so much, but you forgot the most important thing.”

“Yeah, tell us about today’s bid,” Kabar chimed in, his curiosity piqued.

“Nothing new. Like always, we won,” Tria replied casually, shrugging as if it were no big deal.

“Really?” Nazart asked, her voice filled with pride and admiration.

“What do you think, Mom? This great daughter of yours and my dear, mischievous sister—do you think she’d ever stay out of trouble? Especially with the infamous Resove’s in the room!” Alfregh exclaimed, throwing his hands up dramatically. “She was on the verge of blowing up right there. The way she handled herself—holy moly! I was genuinely scared. The Resove brothers—especially Mr. Philin—looked ready to devour her on the spot. And honestly, even the officials were bracing for a real fight. I think some of them were mentally preparing for it! But I have to say, Tria stayed shockingly calm today. She kept her cool and stole the show. Her presentation? Everyone was stunned. It was so terrific, her confidence made it seem like the tender was already hers. Honestly, I just sat back and watched her work her magic.”

Kabhar raised his eyebrows, showing his mild disapproval. “You’re her big brother, and you let her take all the risk? Too bad, Alfregh. The bid was your responsibility. How could you let your younger sister handle everything while you just sat back and enjoyed it, treating it like a show?”

Alfregh raised his hands defensively, “But, Dad, what could I do?” he replied, looking toward Kabar. “Sure, I’m her big brother, but that doesn’t make me an expert at everything. I’ve only been in this business for five or six years, while she’s been navigating it since her teens. There’s no competing with that kind of experience.”

“Dad, Big B is right,” Tria chimed in, a soft smile on her face. “I’m the one who asked him to let me take over completely. I wanted to accomplish three goals with one move. First, the directors and some others in the company have started questioning my abilities and your vision for me. I wanted to prove that I was here because of my own capabilities, not someone’s sympathy. Second, I wanted to kill the snake without breaking the stick. Taking the tender from the Resove’s sends a clear message—they’re not invincible. Lastly, how could I not help you when you’ve always supported me in every possible way? This was my chance to give back to my family.”

She paused, her eyes sparkling with conviction. “And as for my confidence during the bid… I knew the only real competition we’d face would be the Resove’s. Most other companies wouldn’t dare go against them, fearing repercussions. But the Resove’s have never played by the rules. I was absolutely certain they’d have done something illegal, and if I could expose that, it would question their credibility. The government wouldn’t entrust major ports and businesses to a company with such a record. On the other hand, our company’s reputation for integrity and truthfulness gave me unshakable confidence. Plus, I had Big B’s unconditional support.”

Nazart’s expression softened into one of warmth and pride. “It’s wonderful to see how much you all trust each other. Always keep this bond between you three. Of course, there will be fights, but never let them become a hindrance to your relationship. Remember, you’re each other’s support system.”

“Don’t worry, Mom. It won’t happen,” Tria, Alfregh, and Ishah said in unison, raising their glasses of juice in a cheerful toast.

“Ma’am, sir!” Azberg burst into the room, his voice filled with urgency as he ran in, panting heavily.

“What happened, Azberg?” Ishah asked, leaping to her feet, her pulse quickening at the sight of his panicked demeanor.

“Ma’am, Mr. Philin Resove and his brothers have filed a case against our company,” Azberg exclaimed breathlessly. “They’re accusing us of brainwashing his daughter, stealing company trade secrets, and making countless baseless and senseless allegations. The worst part? These claims have already impacted our stocks.”

The air in the room seemed to grow heavier as all eyes turned to Tria. The silence was deafening as everyone waited for her reaction, knowing her fury was simmering just below the surface.

“They’ve brought this upon themselves,” Tria said, her voice cutting through the room like steel. Her eyes burned with an intensity that made even Alfregh shift slightly in his seat. “I held back before because I didn’t want my revenge to spill over into my family. I gave Mom a promise that I wouldn’t disrespect Mr. Philin. But not anymore.” She took a sharp breath, steadying her resolve. “I’m breaking that promise now. I will show them how deadly I can be when my family is targeted. I’ve had enough of the Resove’s. It’s time to settle all accounts—both old and new.”

Kabar leaned forward; his face etched with concern. “What are you going to do, Tria?”

“Dad, Mom,” Tria replied, her voice softening slightly as she looked at them, “don’t worry. Just sit back and enjoy the show. They want to direct this, right? Well, now it’s time for them to see our script and direction. What do you say, guys?” she said, turning to Alfregh and Ishah.

“We’re with you, Tria,” Alfregh replied, his voice steady, his expression determined.

“We’ll show them exactly what happens when they dare to target our family,” Ishah added with fierce resolve.

The three of them exchanged a determined glance and left the room, their minds already racing with plans.

Half a day passed, and chaos descended upon the Resove’s. The once indomitable business empire seemed to be crumbling before their eyes.

“Good morning, Mr. Resove’s,” the chief advisor panted as he rushed into their sprawling office. “There’s an emergency in the company!” His voice trembled with panic, his face pale and drenched with sweat from running around all morning.

“What’s happened?” the youngest Resove brother asked, with a sharp tone.

“Most of the directors are selling off their stakes in the company, sir,” the advisor replied, barely able to keep his composure. “Our stocks have plummeted—they’ve crashed completely.”

“How is that even possible?” the middle brother demanded, his voice shaking as he struggled to process the severity of the situation.

“Find out who’s behind this!” Mr. Philin roared, slamming his palm on the table with force. The eldest Resove brother’s fury radiated through the room.

“I’ve tried everything, sir, but it’s useless,” the advisor stammered. “I—I think it’s some underworld power…”

“Underworld power? Stop with your wild fantasies!” the middle brother snapped. “You need to quit watching those ridiculous movies.”

“Get to some serious work!” the youngest brother ordered.

Philin stood, his face flushed and his body trembling with rage. “I want to know who dared to go against us—the GREAT RESOVE’S!” His voice thundered through the office, leaving everyone in stunned silence.

While the Resove’s were sleepless from the chaos unleashed upon their empire, Tria, Alfregh, and Ishah were fast asleep, content, and peaceful in their home. After leaving the restaurant, the three siblings returned to their house and worked tirelessly through the night to bring down the Resove’s. Exhaustion finally took over, and they fell asleep.

Suddenly, the sharp, piercing sound of a loud bell filled the house, jolting them awake.

“Who on earth is ringing such a loud bell?” grumbled Ishah, her voice muffled by sleep.

“Where is Tria?” Alfregh asked, massaging his ears and looking around the room.

“I’m here,” came Tria’s reply, her hand emerging from beneath the bed.

Both siblings stared at her, confused. “What are you doing down there? And how did we end up on the bed? As far as I can remember, we were working on the couch,” Ishah asked, rubbing her eyes.

“Ishah, is this really more important right now?” Alfregh interjected. “We’ll figure it out later. First, we need to find out what made that sound!”

“Oh, that? It’s just the security alarm,” Tria said casually, still half asleep.

“ohh.okay. WIAT WHAT? Security alarm?” Ishah and Alfregh shouted in unison, the news catching them off guard.

“That means someone broke into the house!” Ishah exclaimed, realization dawning on her.

“Tria, you idiot, wake up!” Alfregh shouted, throwing a pillow at her. “How could you be so calm about this? Wake up—we have to check who it is!” He rushed to pull her to her feet as Ishah dashed out of the room.

Alfregh and Ishah sprinted down the hall, heading toward the wallet room where the alarm had been triggered. Tria followed behind them at a leisurely pace, clearly unbothered by the commotion. As the siblings reached the room, they froze. A man was dangling from the ceiling, caught in an intricate trap, his cries for help echoing through the house.

Alfregh and Ishah exchanged incredulous looks before turning toward Tria, who had just arrived.

“You knew about this, didn’t you?” Alfregh asked, frustrated

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Ishah added, her voice rising.

“You two dashed off without giving me a chance to explain, and now you’re scolding me?” Tria replied, raising an eyebrow. “What did you think I’d do—install a security alarm without setting up a trap to match? Hello, Mr. Thief,” she said, tilting her head as she addressed the dangling man with mock politeness.

Tria picked up a rope near the wallet room and cut it. With a thud, the man who had been dangling fell to the floor, groaning as he tried to get up. He was of average build, but his posture and appearance made him seem almost like a taller sibling of a dwarf.

“Please forgive me,” the man pleaded, his hands trembling as he clasped them together. “I didn’t mean to harm you. I had no choice—they threatened me and my family.”

“Who threatened you?” Alfregh asked, his tone sharp and commanding.

“I don’t know his name,” the man stammered, "But he has some old vengeance with her.” pointing towards Tria. 

Tria stepped forward, holding up her phone with a picture of a familiar face. “Was it this person?” she asked.

“Yes, yes! That’s him!” the man affirmed quickly.

“He’s the old school bully,” Tria explained calmly, though her voice clearly reflected the pain of old wounds.

“The Alsan,” Ishah confirmed, her brow furrowing with recognition.

“Who is this now? How many things are you two hiding from me?” Alfregh demanded, his frustration bubbling over.

Ishah turned to him, “Alsan used to bully Tria in school. His father, Mr. Asif, was one of the many involved in plotting against Tria’s mother. Tria exposed his father, which led to major losses for their business and Mr. Asif being sent to jail. Alsan even tried to plot against Tria, and Mr. Philin supported him.”

Alfregh clenched his fists. “How dare he? Should I take this man to the police?” he said, motioning toward the thief, his anger rising.

“Please spare me. I was only doing this because my family was threatened,” the man pleaded desperately, tears in his eyes.

Tria crouched down to his level, her tone firm but with a touch of empathy. “If given a second chance, would you work honestly?”

The man nodded furiously. “Yes, I would. My name is Sudharan. Please, spare me and my family. I’ll do anything.”

“You’ll have to follow my instructions,” Tria said, her tone leaving no room for doubt. “I promise you that if you do, your family will be safe. Once this is over, I’ll also arrange honest work for you.”

“I’ll do anything—just keep my family safe,” Sudharan said.

The plan was set in motion. Sudharan, with a spy camera discreetly tucked onto him by Tria, approached Alsan. The man, looking every bit like a street goon, was as brash and intimidating as ever. with obedience, Sudharan recorded Alsan’s confession, capturing every incriminating detail. At the same time, Alfregh headed to the police station, presenting the live footage to the authorities.

By the day’s end, Alsan was in handcuffs, his elaborate schemes unraveled. Sudharan and his family were finally free from his threats. As promised, Tria made sure Sudharan had a steady, honest job to rebuild his life.

Back at home, Ishah turned to Tria with a curious look. “Tria, how could you trust Sudharan so easily?”

Tria leaned back, her voice calm but reflective. “I’ve seen this pattern before. Except for people like Mrs. Demona and Mr. Philin, no one willingly helps Alsan or his family. It was clear Sudharan didn’t act out of desire but out of fear for his loved ones. He didn’t choose this path—it was forced on him. When people act under duress, they’re not beyond redemption.”

“You really have a way of understanding people,” Ishah said softly, admiration in her tone.

Tria waved it off with a faint smile. “Let’s shelve that for now. What matters now is the Resove’s,” she said, turning her attention to Alfregh. “Any movement from their side?”

Azberg entered the room, his expression composed. “Everything’s under control for now. They’re still scrambling to figure out who’s behind these sudden hits. Shall I release the videos and other evidence?”

All eyes turned to Tria, waiting for her decision.

Her expression hardened slightly as she answered. “Let’s give them one last chance. If they’ve learned their lesson, we can leave it here. But if they push any further—don’t wait for my orders. Just release everything.”

Everyone nodded in agreement, their determination silently solidifying their next steps.

It was noon when Azberg burst into the cabin, his face pale. “Sir, Ma’am,” he called out, his voice trembling with urgency. “The police have issued a warrant against Mr. Kabar and Madam Nazart on charges of attempting to establish a monopoly in the market and also…” Azberg hesitated.

“And also, what?” Ishah demanded.

“And also, for supposedly brainwashing Tria and stealing trade secrets from the Resove’s,” Azberg finished, barely able to hide his panic.

Tria’s expression hardened instantly. “Release the photos and videos,” she commanded.

“It’s already done,” Azberg confirmed, nodding.

“Good,” Alfregh said, standing. “Let’s head home before the police get there.”

The siblings rushed home. As they approached their house, they saw reporters crowding the gates, cameras flashing, and microphones thrust towards the car. Questions rained down on them, a chaotic symphony of accusations and demands for answers. Realizing that it was time for them to confront the situation head-on, they stepped out of the car.

No sooner had they exited than police vehicles pulled up behind them. 

“We are here to take Mr. Kabar and Mrs. Nazart for questioning,” one of the officers announced.

“Sir, we can prove these accusations are completely false,” Tria asserted, her voice firm and unyielding.

One of the officers smirked, raising an eyebrow. “Kid, grow up. Your father is heartbroken that you’re disowning him, and here you are defending strangers.”

Tria’s eyes flashed with anger. Her voice rang out, fierce and unwavering. “Better not call him my father and insult the person who has actually fulfilled every responsibility of being a father—even though it wasn’t his responsibility.”

“Tria, calm down,” Alfregh said, stepping beside her, and holding her hand back. “We don’t want to make things worse.”

Tria drew a sharp breath and nodded, calming herself down 

“You’ve been brainwashed by them,” another officer chimed in, his voice showing disappointment. “Your own father is providing evidence against them.”

Tria’s gaze burned with defiance. “Yes, they ‘brainwashed’ me,” she said, her voice laced with sarcasm. “By giving me proper care when I was gravely ill. By being there for me when someone asked, ‘Where’s your family?’ They supported me, even knowing I was their rival’s daughter. They never once misbehaved with me or pressured me to reveal any trade secrets of the Resove’s. They gave me unconditional trust—something the person you’re calling my father never did. Let me make it clear: they are my family. A true family.”

“You might have misunderstood him,” another officer tried to interject, weakly defending Mr. Philin.

Tria’s sharp reply cut through the air. “Has he ever tried to clear this so-called misunderstanding? Without knowing the full truth, don’t jump to conclusions. It won’t be good for anyone. You’re police officers—how can you conclude anything without a proper investigation?”

The officers glanced at each other, momentarily silenced by her piercing logic.

“And about these so-called trade secrets,” Tria continued, her voice calm but edged with steel. “Tell me—what trade secret could I possibly share when I know nothing of them? It’s not like Mr. Philin ever discussed business with me. The only conversations he ever had were about criticizing others, especially politicians, or badmouthing my mom.”

Before the officers could muster a response, Alfregh stepped forward, his tone calm yet firm. “Sir, as you’ve heard, Tria has testified that she’s with us out of her own free will and has not been coerced or brainwashed. This baseless case holds no ground. I believe there’s nothing more for you to do here.”

The officers exchanged uneasy glances, realizing the weight of the testimony against the accusations. The tension in the air lingered, but it was clear the siblings had the upper hand.

“There are other allegations as well,” the officer replied, his tone defensive, though laced with hesitation.

“By now, everyone should already understand who’s truly monopolizing the market,” Ishah interjected confidently. “Kindly check the current news.”

The crowd and officers instinctively reached for their phones. Moments later, their screens lit up with breaking news: a detailed exposé on the Resove family’s cruelty toward smaller businesses and vulnerable individuals. Reports highlighted their numerous bribes, their corrupt influence to suppress scandals, and the damage they caused to countless lives.

Tria stepped forward, her gaze sweeping over the officers and onlookers. “I trust everyone here has now found the answers to your respective questions.”

Kabar’s authoritative voice broke through the stunned silence. “Today, before the whole world, we officially recognize Tria as our daughter, as part of our family. Let there be no further rumors about her—such baseless claims will not be entertained.”

Ishah’s voice rang out next, sharper now. “Sir, aren’t you going to arrest the Resove’s after all of this evidence?”

Tria’s eyes narrowed, her tone icy but composed. “Don’t mind me saying this, but it seems your enthusiasm for pursuing the real culprits isn’t quite as high as it was when you came rushing here to arrest my parents.”

The officer shifted uncomfortably under her sharp gaze, finally bowing his head slightly. “I apologize for the disturbance and inconvenience caused,” he said, his voice tinged with regret.

Tria with her voice steady, filled with emotion. “Time and again, throughout history, survivors and innocent individuals have faced incredible challenges in seeking justice, even when the odds were stacked against them. My family is no exception. This isn’t the first time my family has faced false accusations, nor is it the first time justice has been compromised. My late mother, Mrs. Justina was wrongfully accused of causing food poisoning in children—a baseless claim that shattered her reputation and left her battling to clear her name. Many of you here may remember the incident. You may even recall the labels pinned on her as if they were the truth.”

“But the truth couldn’t be silenced. She fought back, proving she was framed—a victim of deceit by her rivals. And history has a way of repeating itself, doesn’t it? again today everyone attempted to smear the integrity of my family, all without understanding the depth of the truth.”

Her gaze swept across the crowd, sharp and unyielding. “But this ends here. We refuse to be victims of falsehoods. We refuse to be pawns in someone else’s game. Justice isn’t about jumping to conclusions—it’s about seeking the truth, and we have it. It’s time to put an end to these games.”

The officers exchanged uncertain glances, their earlier confidence now faltering. Kabar placed a hand on Tria’s shoulder, his voice firm yet calm. “Let today be a lesson for all of us—truth, no matter how hard you try to bury it, always finds a way to surface.”

Soon everyone went to the Resove’s residency. Everyone was feeling agitated after knowing the whole truth.  The truth of the Resove family’s unscrupulous methods had spread like wildfire, leaving the public agitated and angry. For decades, this empire had climbed to power using ugly, inhuman tactics, and now, their reign was unraveling.

The police had arrested the Resove brothers. While they were taking them to station; Tria stepped forward. “I’d like a word with Mr. Philin,” she said firmly, her voice echoing with authority. The officers exchanged glances before giving her a nod.

“Look where your ego has brought you. All these years the only thing you cared about was your ego. I have the best word for your character ‘egomaniacal’. To satisfy your ego you never cared how many people you were hurting, you didn’t even spare your daughter and your wife. You destroyed your own happy family with your unwanted ego issues. You listened to a stranger who only saw his interest in everything and neglected your family.” Said Tria

  “I did everything for our family. It was your mother who never understood it. She was the one with her unwanted ego.” Replied Mr.Philin without realizing his mistakes

   “The thing you are calling mom’s ego was her self-respect. She put up with your male ego till her last breath. You are saying that you did it for your family’s happiness! Really‼ Have you ever cared about our happiness? What we wanted was not your money but a loving and caring form of you. Where were you when both Mom and I needed you? Where were you when mom was facing accusations? You never felt the need to trust her or even listen to her. Where were you when she needed your utmost care and love? Where were you when your investor’s son was bullying me? Where were you when I was at the bottom of my life? Where were you when I needed a loving and caring father?” Tria took out each and every question that had piled up inside her.                                           

 “For you, I was just a tool to blackmail Mom and make her listen to you. During childhood, just like other kids I looked up to you as a hero. I was very proud to have a family with you and mom, but as the saying goes pride won’t last long. My pride also didn’t last long, slowly everything fell apart before me, and I couldn’t help but stand helplessly while everything happened before me. You always had time to judge others analyze everything and put comments on others, but you never had time to understand your own wife and daughter. You never understood our real needs.” for the first time Tria said out all her true thoughts before her father.

 “Your ego and want for more took away everything from you. But now I have everything I could ever ask for. A big brother, a sister, a loving and caring parent.” Said Tria looking at them

     “I don’t understand how you could praise strangers and insult your own family?”                  asked   Mr.Philin ignoring everything else she said. 

Tria’s tone turned ice-cold. “You still don’t get it, do you? You only hear what I’ve said, not why I’ve said it. Whenever I needed support, this family—who were once strangers—were the ones who stood by me. Our only connection was my friendship with Ishah, but when I fell gravely ill because you let me starve for two days—just because I defended Mom—they were the ones who took me to the hospital and cared for me for days. Where were you, Philin? You didn’t even notice I wasn’t home. And when you finally found out, you told me to just take some medicine, as if that would solve everything. You were absent when I needed a father most, and yet you dare call yourself loving, caring, and responsible.”

 her words landed like a thunderclap, leaving Mr. Philin speechless, his attempts to justify himself crumbling under the weight of the truth.

  “Everything fine now, dear?” Kabar asked gently, his voice filled with warmth, knowing that Tria needed reassurance after all she had been through.

“Let’s go home,” Nazart added, her tone soft yet soothing.

Hearing those words, all of Tria’s worry melted away. A tender smile spread across her face as she nodded, feeling the unconditional love and support of her family enveloping her.

A month passed, and life had changed significantly. The Dharma Group had acquired the Resove Company, cementing itself as an international powerhouse. Meanwhile, Mr. Philin spent his days steeped in regret, blaming Tria and her mother for his downfall while stubbornly refusing to reflect on his own mistakes.

At a press meet, following the official segment, a journalist raised a question that drew the attention of everyone present.

“Sir and madam, may I ask—don’t you have any issues with each other, considering that Ms. Tria is a Christian while Mr. Alfregh and Ms. Ishah are Muslim?”

The siblings exchanged glances, and an unspoken understanding passed between them. They smiled, their bond as strong as ever.

“What do you think, seeing us here?” Alfregh asked, his eyes twinkling with humor.

The journalist shook his head in disagreement, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

With a voice full of confidence yet compassionate Tria answered. “It’s not religion that separates people—it’s mental barriers. By birth, we humans share one universal religion: ‘Humanity.’ The religions we choose after that are personal, but our shared humanity is something we’re all born into.”

Pausing briefly, she glanced at her siblings and continued, “As for us, we don’t let such barriers divide us. We go to temples, churches, and mosques together. For us, family is built on love and mutual respect, not labels.”

Her words resonated deeply, leaving the room silent as everyone reflected on the unity the siblings embodied.

The family of five—Kabar, Nazart, Alfregh, Ishah, and Tria—continued to live happily, their bond a testament to the strength of love and acceptance. Together, they showed the world that differences could be bridged with mutual understanding and a shared belief in humanity.

                                                 -------THE END-------