Amay paced back and forth in his office, his fists clenched as the television blared the same breaking news on every channel.

The mishap had already left him on edge, and now the media was making it worse.

Their relentless coverage, accompanied by speculative headlines and dramatic visuals, only amplified his frustration.

He had tried contacting Ayush multiple times, but his phone remained unreachable, adding to his growing tension and anger.

"Dammit, Ayush! Where the hell are you?" Amay muttered under his breath, his tone sharp with irritation.

Meanwhile, Digvijay was seated at a nearby desk, his phone glued to his ear as he tried to manage the situation.

He coordinated with the HR team to contain the fallout, issuing directives with a calm authority that belied the chaos around him.

Amay turned sharply towards him. "Call Mr. Agrawal right now. I need to speak to him immediately," he ordered, his voice clipped.

Digvijay nodded, dialing Ayush’s number yet again. After a few moments, he looked up, frustration evident on his face. "Still unreachable."

Amay slammed his hand on the desk, the sound reverberating in the tense room. "Dammit!"

He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself.

Pulling out his own phone, he dialed another number.

Suman picked up on the second ring.

"Amay? Is everything okay?" she asked, concern evident in her voice.

"Suman, I need your help," he said hurriedly.

"What help, Amay?" she inquired.

"I need another contact number for Mr. Agrawal. Can you send it to me?" he asked urgently.

Suman instantly understood the gravity of the situation. "Okay. I’ll send it right away."

The call ended, and within moments, Amay received a text with a new number.

He handed his phone to Digvijay. "Try this number."

Digvijay nodded and dialed.

The phone rang, and after three rings, someone picked up.

"Hello?" a female voice said from the other side.

Digvijay frowned in confusion and glanced at Amay. "Yeh toh kisi ladki ka number hai, Ayush Agrawal ka nahi " he whispered.

("This is a girl's number, not Ayush Agrawal's.")

The voice on the other end spoke again. "Main Ayush Agrawal ki behen hoon, Aarushi," she clarified.

("I am Ayush Agrawal's sister, Aarushi.")

Digvijay’s initial confusion faded as he registered her words.

For some reason, her voice struck a chord with him, but he quickly set the thought aside.

"Do you know where your brother is?" he asked, maintaining his professional demeanor.

"Aap kaun hai?" Aarushi asked, her tone cautious.

("Who are you?")

"I'm Digvijay Singh Ranawat," he replied.

There was a pause before Aarushi said, "Lekin mere bhaiya iss naam se kisi ko nahi jaante."

("But my brother doesn't know anyone by this name.")

Digvijay chuckled softly. "Main Amay Shekhawat ke office se baat kar raha hoon. Aapke bhaiya unko toh jaante honge?"

("I am speaking from Amay Shekhawat's office. Your brother must know him, right?")

"Haan," she confirmed.

("Yes.")

"Toh bataiye, kaha hain aapke bhaiya?" he pressed.

("Then tell me, where is your brother?")

"Pata nahi, sir. Abhi thodi der pehle woh bhabhi ke peeche nikle hain," she said.

("I don't know, sir. Just a little while ago, he went after bhabhi.")

Digvijay frowned, piecing together her words.

He understood who she referred to as “bhabhi” and nodded to himself. "Okay, thank you," he said.

Aarushi merely hummed in acknowledgment before cutting the call.

Digvijay stared at the phone for a moment, her voice lingering in his mind.

A small smile played on his lips, but he quickly shook it off and turned to Amay.

"Kya hua? Kuch pata chala?" Amay asked impatiently.

("What happened? Did you find out anything?")

Digvijay nodded. "Haan, he’s going after his wife."

Amay’s brows furrowed. "Tina ke peeche?"

("Behind Tina?")

Digvijay nodded again. Amay’s expression darkened. "Gaadi nikal," he ordered.

("Start the car.")

Digvijay didn’t hesitate.

Grabbing his keys, he followed Amay as they left the office in a hurry, determination etched on their faces.

Tina’s car sped through the dark streets, her hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles were white.

Her eyes were red, a mixture of tears and fury clouding her vision.

The blaring sound of the engine echoed in the night, matching the frantic pace of her heartbeat.

Each turn she took was reckless, the tires screeching as she barely missed the guardrails.

The world outside blurred as her emotions overwhelmed her.

She wasn’t thinking.

She was just driving—driving away from everything she couldn’t control, hoping for a release, hoping to make it to the one place she knew would make everything clear.

Behind her, Ayush’s car tailed her, the distance between them never increasing.

His face was pale, eyes fixed on her erratic movements.

His heart raced with worry, his chest tightening every time she swerved.

She had been like this ever since the confrontation at home, and Ayush was terrified of what might happen if she kept going like this.

His hand gripped his phone, and without thinking, he dialed Tina’s number.

The call went straight to voicemail.

Panic surged through him.

He dialed again.

No answer.

He slammed his hand on the steering wheel in frustration, his breath heavy and sharp.

Suddenly, his phone rang.

It was Amay.

Ayush let out a long, exasperated sigh, muttering under his breath as he answered.

“Finally, Mr. Agrawal, aapko phone uthane ka time mila?” Amay’s voice came through, mocking.

("Finally, Mr. Agrawal, you found time to answer the phone?")

Ayush rolled his eyes. “Mr. Shekhawat, sarcastic hone ki zaroorat nahi hai.”

("Mr. Shekhawat, there’s no need to be sarcastic.")

Amay’s tone only grew more biting. “Wow, mera hotel construction barbaad ho gaya aur main sarcastic bhi nahi sakta?”

("Wow, my hotel construction is ruined, and I can't even be sarcastic?")

Ayush gritted his teeth. “Mr. Shekhawat, I know jo hua sahi nahi hua. And by the way, jitna nuksaan aapka hua hai, usse kahi zyada mera hua hai.”

("Mr. Shekhawat, I know what happened wasn’t right. And by the way, the loss you’ve suffered is nothing compared to mine.")

Amay’s voice faltered for a moment. “Toh aap batayenge iss nuksaan ki wajah?”

("So, will you tell me the reason for this loss?")

Ayush hesitated, the tension in his body palpable as his eyes flicked to the rearview mirror to see Tina’s car still speeding ahead. “Exactly toh nahi pata, lekin I have a doubt on someone.”

("Exactly, I don't know, but I have a doubt on someone.")

Amay exchanged a glance with Digvijay, both men frowning at Ayush’s sudden seriousness.

“On who?” Amay asked.

Ayush’s voice dropped, laced with suspicion. “My so-called father-in-law.”

Amay raised an eyebrow. “Bhadresh Rao?”

Ayush nodded. “Yes.”

“Kaise?” Amay pressed.

("How?")

Ayush’s grip tightened on the steering wheel. “Because my wife is heading towards her father’s warehouse, and I am following her.”

There was a pause on the other end. “Send me the location,” Amay ordered.

Ayush quickly tapped the screen and ended the call.

Moments later, a ping sounded from his phone.

The location was sent, and Ayush felt a fleeting sense of relief.

He wasn’t alone in this anymore.

Amay’s instructions were precise.

In a matter of minutes, their cars pulled up in front of the dilapidated warehouse.

Ayush stepped out, his gaze fixed on the large structure in front of him.

The place felt like a ghost town, desolate and forgotten.

Amay, Digvijay, and Ayush all emerged from their cars.

Ayush’s voice broke the silence. “Mr. Shekhawat, I know bahut chaos ho gaya, lekin main sab thik kar dunga.”

("Mr. Shekhawat, I know there has been a lot of chaos, but I will make everything right.")

Amay gave him a curt nod before leading the way into the darkened warehouse.

The smell of rust and dust filled the air as they entered.

The eerie silence was soon broken by a loud noise from inside.

The men stepped carefully, their eyes scanning every corner.

Digvijay, always the one to lighten the mood, muttered, “Yaha toh sirf bhoot aa sakte hai. Aapki wife yaha kya kar rahi hai, Mr. Agrawal?”

("Only ghosts could come here. What is your wife doing here, Mr. Agrawal?")

Amay and Ayush shot him a look, and Digvijay raised his hands in mock surrender.

They continued their cautious approach toward the large open space, where around ten men stood in a loose formation, their guns casually resting by their sides.

In the center of the room, Bhadresh Rao sat in a chair, puffing on a cigarette, his eyes cold and calculating.

Tina stood in front of him, her body tense, her expression one of quiet rage.

The anger was there, hidden beneath the surface, but there was something else in her stance—pain.

The tears in her eyes were a testament to the torment she had been carrying, but she held her ground, not letting it show completely.

Ayush’s heart clenched as he stepped forward, his voice low but filled with authority. “Mr. Shekhawat, I know this is a mess, but I’ll fix it.”

Amay, eyeing the scene with a cool gaze, spoke, his voice calm yet firm. “Mr. Agrawal, beshak aap muhje pasand nahi hai, lekin I know you are a man of your word. Aur vaise bhi, jo insaan apni company bachane ke liye Shekhawat legacy ke saath deal kar sakta hai, toh vo uss deal ko sabotage toh nahi karega.”

("Mr. Agrawal, admittedly, I don't like you, but I know you are a man of your word. And besides, anyone who can strike a deal with the Shekhawat legacy to save their company wouldn’t sabotage that deal.")

Ayush’s lips tugged into a faint smile, the smallest recognition of the trust that had just been placed in him. “Thank you, Mr. Shekhawat, for trusting me.”

Amay gave a terse nod.

Tina’s fierce posture didn’t waver as she faced her father, but Ayush could see the battle in her eyes.

The pain, the loss, the betrayal—it was all too much, and now it was clear where everything was heading.

Tina stood across from her father, her voice trembling with controlled anger, "Why, Dad? I told you not to, but still, still you harmed Ayush?"

Her eyes were filled with pain, and her hand trembled slightly as she held the gun.

Bhadresh chuckled darkly, his voice dripping with mockery as he replied, "I am not liable to answer you, dear daughter."

Tina's face hardened with determination.

Without warning, she drew the gun from her waistband, her movements quick and precise.

Ayush, Amay, and Digvijay all gasped in shock.

Ayush's eyes widened, his heart pounding in his chest.

He had no idea his wife carried a weapon.

With unwavering resolve, Tina pointed the gun straight at her father. "Ya toh aap media ko sab sach bataiye, ya toh main aapko khatam kar ke saari sacchai bahar laaun."

("Either you tell the media the whole truth, or I will end you and expose everything.")

Bhadresh's laughter echoed through the room, a manic, chilling sound as he stood up from the chair.

He threw his cigarette on the floor and crushed it under his boot. "Muhje maarogi tum? Muhje? Apne baap ko?"

("Will you kill me? Me? Your father?")

Tina's voice was cold, filled with disgust. "You are not worthy of being called a father."

Bhadresh took a step toward her, his face twisted with fury. "Chalao goli, lekin yeh yaad rahe, tum ek chalaogi aur yeh saare log," he sneered, pointing to his men, who raised their guns in unison, aimed directly at Tina. "Ek saath tum pe goli chalayenge, muhje kuch nahi hoga lekin tum zinda nahi bachogi."

("Go ahead, shoot, but remember this, you will fire one shot, and all these men, will shoot at you together. Nothing will happen to me, but you won't survive.")

Tina shivered, but her resolve didn't waver.

Ayush's blood ran cold at the thought of her being shot.

He couldn’t bear the idea of losing her, of seeing her lifeless.

His hands clenched into fists, his heart racing in fear for her.

Amay, watching the scene unfold, whispered to Digvijay, "Inform the police."

Digvijay nodded quickly, discreetly sending a message to one of his contacts, an ACP.

Tina’s voice broke through the tense silence, her words defiant. "Muhje marne ke darr nahi hai, lekin aapko bhi zinda nahi chodungi."

("I am not afraid of dying, but I will not let you live either.")

Bhadresh laughed cruelly. "Ohh, Tina, tum mein itni himmat kaha se aayi, Ayush ke pyar ka asar hai?"

("Oh, Tina, where did you get this courage from? Is it the effect of Ayush's love?")

Tina's eyes flared with intensity as she answered, "Exactly, it's his love, and not just love, but the passion I have for him."

Ayush's heart skipped a beat.

Her words struck him like a bolt of lightning.

She loved him.

She loved him madly, passionately, with all her heart.

And he couldn’t let anything happen to her.

He had to act.

Suddenly, Tina fired a shot.

The bullet grazed Bhadresh's shoulder, and he screamed in pain, his men rushing to retaliate.

But before anyone could touch her, Ayush stepped forward, his anger burning like fire.

He grabbed the arm of the man who had been about to strike Tina, twisting it with brutal force. "Don’t you dare. Biwi hai meri," he growled, his voice low and threatening.

("Don't you dare. She is my wife.")

Bhadresh’s eyes widened in shock, disbelief flooding his face as he saw Ayush standing there.

Tina, too, was stunned.

The tension in the air was thick, and then Amay and Digvijay came forward to stand by Ayush, their expressions determined.

Bhadresh seethed, his anger growing. "Ohh, toh aaj sab marne aaye hain?"

("Oh, so today everyone has come to die?")

Digvijay sneered, stepping forward. "Naah, tuhje maarne aaye hain buddhe."

("Nah, we’ve come to kill you, old man.")

With that, he delivered a powerful punch to Bhadresh’s face, sending him staggering back.

The atmosphere erupted into chaos as the men engaged in a fierce fight.

Tina, her focus sharp, noticed her father’s distraction.

Without hesitation, she moved toward the side door, which was locked.

She struggled with it for a moment but finally managed to break the lock, swinging it open.

What she saw inside made her stomach churn.

Dozens of young girls, disheveled and terrified, were huddled together in the dim light.

Tina’s heart sank as she took in the horrific sight.

These girls, trapped and tortured—her father’s doing.

Stepping cautiously into the room, she spoke softly, her voice full of compassion, "Daro mat, main yaha se tum sabko le jaane aayi hoon. Aaj ke baad koi tumhe torture nahi karega."

("Don't be afraid, I have come here to take all of you with me. From today, no one will torture you.")

One girl, no older than 18, looked up at Tina with wide, fearful eyes. "Pakka?" she asked timidly.

("Are you sure?")

Tina's heart twisted with pain, but she forced a smile, swallowing her anger and tears. "Pakka. Chalo, jaldi se sab bahar aa jaao, hume yaha se nikalna hoga."

("Sure. Come on, quickly everyone, let's get out of here. We need to leave.")

The girls, still trembling, followed Tina out, one by one.

She led them to the back exit, ushering them to safety.

Meanwhile, Bhadresh was growing frantic, watching as his men were overwhelmed by Ayush, Amay, and Digvijay.

His eyes locked onto the open door—the door to the girls' room.

A fuming yell escaped his lips.

He knew who was responsible for the escape.

He grabbed the gun from the floor, firing a shot into the air, silencing everyone. "Stop right there, or I'll shoot her," he growled, his hand tightening in Tina’s hair, dragging her in front of Ayush, Amay, and Digvijay.

Tina winced in pain, but her gaze remained defiant.

Ayush’s heart dropped at the sight.

His entire being screamed in fear for her.

He couldn’t lose her.

Not like this.

His entire body tensed, ready to spring into action.

Bhadresh smirked, his grip on Tina’s hair tightening. "Not a move, dear son-in-law, or I will kill your wife."

Ayush’s voice cracked with desperation. "She is your daughter, damn it!"

Bhadresh’s eyes gleamed with malice. "I know, but I’m a bastard. And I wouldn’t flinch to kill her."

His grip on Tina’s hair tightened further, and Ayush felt disgust rise within him.

The man standing before him, a man who was ready to kill his own daughter for his selfish desires, was beyond redemption.

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