Chapter 24

Author's POV;

The next day, Trisha arrived for her meeting with Aryan Shekhawat, a well-known businessman.

The meeting went smoothly—Aryan was polite, professional, and even charming at times.

After discussing business, Aryan suggested having lunch together.

"It'll be good to discuss our collaboration in a more relaxed setting, Ms. Singhania."

At first, Trisha hesitated but eventually agreed, keeping professionalism in mind.

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At the Restaurant

Aryan behaved like a gentleman throughout lunch.

He asked about her work, complimented her business strategies, and even made her laugh a few times.

But the moment Trisha excused herself to the washroom—

His expression changed.

He glanced around, then subtly took out a small vial from his pocket.

"Mujhe sirf badla lena tha..." he murmured, pouring the liquid into her drink. ("I only wanted revenge….")

Then, his lips curled into a smirk.

"Par ab mujhe yeh bhi chahiye." ("But now, I want her too.")

When Trisha returned, completely unaware, she picked up her drink and took a sip.

The effect wasn’t immediate.

She continued the conversation for a while, but as she stood up to leave—

Her vision blurred.

A strange dizziness washed over her, making her grab the table for support.

Aryan quickly reached out. "Ms. Singhania, are you okay?"

Trisha blinked rapidly, trying to shake off the feeling. "Y-Yeah, I’m fine..." she muttered.

But deep down, she knew something was wrong.

Struggling to keep her composure, she discreetly sent an emergency message to her close contacts—

Including Kabir.

But just as she tried to take another step—

Her legs gave out.

She felt herself falling—

But Aryan caught her just in time.

His arms tightened around her as he lifted her in a bridal style.

He looked down at her face, admiring her beauty.

"Itna khoobsurat hai..." he whispered. ("She’s so beautiful...")

What started as a revenge plan had now turned into something more—

Now, he wanted her.

Somewhere in the Dark...

When Trisha regained consciousness—

She was tied to a chair.

The dimly lit room smelled of dust and dampness.

Her head throbbed, her body felt weak.

As she tried to move, she realized—

She wasn’t alone.

A familiar figure lay unconscious beside her—

It was Roops.

And outside the room—

Aryan stood, smirking.

"Ab khel shuru hoga, Ms. Singhania." ("Now, the real game begins, Ms. Singhania.")

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Author’s POV

Aryan knew Trisha Singhania was a strong woman—one of the most powerful business figures.

But in his mind, she wasn’t strong enough to fight against his trained men.

With that confidence, he left the location to attend an important business meeting.

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On the Other Side…

Kabir’s POV

The ticking of the vintage clock on his office wall had never sounded louder. It was a regular day — or at least it was supposed to be. Files lay untouched on his mahogany desk. His focus had shifted the moment his phone buzzed.

“Emergency contact triggered - Location compromised.”

His heart skipped a beat.

"Trisha..."

Kabir immediately stood up, his chair screeching backward. He pulled out his phone and accessed the app connected to her emergency contact tracker — a feature he had discreetly activated on her smartwatch after her recent health scare.

Location: Unknown

Signal: Weak but active.

His fingers moved fast, dialling the one person who might have a clue.

“Sid...”

“Sir?” Sid’s voice was rushed, clearly surprised to receive a direct call from Kabir Singh Oberoi.

“Where is Trisha?” Kabir asked without wasting a breath.

There was a pause. “Woh... office se toh nikli thi lunch ke liye... actually sir, she had a meeting.”

Kabir’s eyes narrowed. “Kiske saath?” (With whom?)

Sid hesitated for a beat. “Sir, Aryan Shekhawat.”

Silence.

Complete.

Heavy.

Kabir’s jaw clenched, and a storm brewed in his eyes. “Aryan Shekhawat?” he repeated slowly, dangerously.

“Yes, sir. He insisted on meeting her for a possible collaboration—Trisha ma’am was reluctant, but I told her it could be a good opportunity...”

Kabir’s voice came out ice-cold. “Tumne usse Aryan ke saath bhej diya? (You sent her with Aryan?)”

“Sir I— I didn’t know he was your rival—”

Click.

Kabir cut the call, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He could feel the anger rising like a tidal wave, threatening to crash. But beneath that — was fear.

Not fear for himself.

Fear for her.

“Aryan ne usse chhua bhi toh... I swear...” he muttered, grabbing his coat.

The moment I saw the emergency message, a strange feeling settled in my chest.

For the first time in a long while—it wasn’t just rage.

It was something more dangerous.

Something I wasn’t used to feeling.

Fear.

My fists clenched as my breathing grew heavy.

"Trisha…" I muttered under my breath.

My mind was running wild with worst-case scenarios.

Who the hell dared to touch her?

I didn’t need to think too hard.

I knew exactly who was behind it.

And this time, I wouldn’t let him live.

Without wasting a second, I grabbed my phone and called Adheer.

The moment he picked up, I barked my orders.

"Track Trisha's location. Abhi!"

("Track Trisha's location. Right now!")

Adheer didn't waste time questioning me.

"On it." He replied, already working on hacking into the system.

Just then, Kiara burst into the room, her face pale with panic.

"Kabir! Kya pata chala? Trisha kahan hai?"

("Kabir! What did you find out? Where is Trisha?")

Her voice was urgent, but I couldn't focus on her right now.

My mind was burning.

"Pata kar raha hoon," I said through gritted teeth. "Par jo bhi uske peeche hai... usse zinda nahi chhodunga."

("I’m finding out. But whoever is behind this… I won’t let him live.")

Kiara’s eyes flared with the same rage I was feeling.

She stepped closer, fists clenched.

"Agar Trisha ko kuch hua na, toh main bhi un logo ki haddiyan tod dungi!"

("If anything happens to Trisha, I’ll break their bones too!")

Adheer’s voice suddenly cut through the tension.

"Mil gaya!" He said, his tone dark.

I turned to him immediately.

"Kahan?" I asked sharply.

("Where?!")

He looked up from the screen, his expression cold.

"Ek purani factory ke andar. Yahaan se 30 minute ki duri par."

("An abandoned factory. 30 minutes from here.")

Thirty minutes.

I didn't have thirty minutes.

I grabbed my gun and stormed out of the room, rage pulsing in my veins.

I knew what Aryan Shekhawat wanted.

He wanted revenge.

But now?

He had crossed a line.

A line that would cost him his life.

I called all my men and ordered them to be ready for war.

I even called the police, even though I knew they were useless.

"Woh log kaam dhang se nahi karte," I muttered, "par aaj mujhe unka bhi sahara lena padega."

("They don’t do their job properly, but today, I’ll have to use them too.")

Back at the Oberoi Mansion, chaos had erupted.

My mother was almost in tears.

My father looked ready to kill someone.

Even Shiv had returned, immediately understanding the situation.

And now—it wasn’t just me.

Four of us—Kiara, Adheer, Shiv, and I—loaded ourselves with weapons.

Guns. Knives. Whatever we needed.

We were ready.

We weren’t just going to rescue Trisha.

We were going to burn Aryan Shekhawat’s world to the ground.

As I locked the bullet into my gun, I looked at Adheer.

"Chalo."

("Let’s go.")

His smirk was lethal.

"Aaj kisi ko bhi maaf nahi karenge."

("No one gets mercy today.")

With that, we left—ready to bring hell with us.

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Author’s POV

On the other side, Trisha slowly began to regain consciousness.

Her head was pounding, her body felt heavy, but her mind… her mind was still sharp.

She blinked, trying to adjust her vision to the dimly lit room. Where was she?

Then it hit her—the meeting, the drink, Aryan Shekhawat.

She had been drugged.

Her wrists were tied tightly to the chair, but the moment she saw the goons standing nearby, talking amongst themselves, her instincts kicked in.

No. I will not sit here like a helpless victim.

Summoning every ounce of strength, she twisted her wrists, testing the ropes. They were tight, but not impossible.

Taking a deep breath, she forcefully pulled against them, twisting her hands until she felt the rope loosen slightly.

Her wrists burned, but she kept going.

After what felt like an eternity, she freed one hand.

Her breathing was labored, her body still weak from the drug, but she didn’t have the luxury of time.

One of the goons finally noticed her movements.

“Aye! She’s awake!” he shouted, alerting the others.

Trisha didn’t wait.

With one sharp tug, she freed her other hand and immediately swung the chair at the nearest goon.

CRASH!

The wooden chair shattered as the man stumbled back, groaning in pain.

The other goons lunged at her, but Trisha was ready.

Despite her weak body, her mind was focused on one thing—survival.

One of them grabbed her arm, but she twisted sharply, slamming her elbow into his gut.

“Ughh!” He doubled over in pain, and without hesitation, Trisha grabbed his collar and kneed him in the face.

Another goon came at her from behind.

Trisha heard his footsteps and ducked just in time to avoid the blow aimed at her head.

She spun on her heel and delivered a sharp kick to his shin, making him lose balance before she punched him straight in the jaw.

CRACK!

The impact sent pain shooting through her knuckles, but she didn’t stop.

One after another, she fought them off, using her speed, her intelligence, her sheer willpower.

But she could feel it…

Her body was giving up.

Her limbs were shaking.

Her breath came in short, ragged gasps.

She had been drugged, and no matter how strong her spirit was, her body wasn’t at full strength.

As she knocked down another goon, her vision blurred.

Her knees felt like they would buckle.

No! Not now!

She took a deep breath, forcing herself to stay conscious.

Just then, one of the goons grabbed his phone.

“Boss! This girl—she’s a wild one! We need backup!”

Trisha’s heart pounded.

Aryan.

He was coming.

And she had to get out before he arrived.

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Trisha’s head throbbed as she slowly regained consciousness. Her limbs felt heavy, her body weak, but her mind was alert. The dimly lit warehouse smelled of dust and sweat, and the ropes around her wrists burned against her skin. She forced her breathing to steady as she took in her surroundings—cold metal chairs, flickering bulbs, and the distant murmur of voices.

Then, a slow clap echoed through the silence.

Aryan Shekhawat stood in front of her, dressed sharply, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement. “Finally awake, Ms. Singhania?” he said, stepping closer. “I must admit, you’re stronger than I thought. My men are still nursing their wounds.”

Trisha’s jaw clenched as she met his gaze. “You think tying me up makes you powerful? You’re still a coward hiding behind cheap tricks.”

Aryan chuckled, crouching before her. “Oh, Trisha. Always so fiery.” He reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, but she jerked her head away. “That’s what I like about you.”

She glared. “If you think I’ll be scared of you, you’re dumber than I thought.”

His smirk deepened. “Scared? No. But broken? Eventually.” He pulled up a chair, sitting across from her, completely relaxed. “You know, I initially wanted revenge. Kabir Oberoi humiliated me, ruined my business, and now, I was going to take away the most precious thing he has.”

Trisha’s stomach twisted, but she refused to show weakness. “I’m not a thing, and I sure as hell don’t belong to him.”

Aryan tilted his head. “Don’t you?” He leaned forward, eyes darkening. “He forcefully married you, didn’t he? He keeps you under his control, doesn’t he? Tell me, Trisha—do you truly feel free?”

Trisha stiffened, but she masked her emotions. “You don’t know anything.”

Aryan sighed dramatically. “Maybe. But I do know this—Kabir will come for you. And when he does, I will make him watch as I take everything from him.”

Trisha’s stomach churned with rage and disgust. “You’re delusional.”

“Am I?” Aryan leaned back, crossing his arms. “Men like Kabir and me—we don’t lose. But the difference is, I can give you what he never will. True power.”

Trisha scoffed. “And what? Be your little puppet?”

Aryan chuckled. “No, Trisha. Be my queen.”

She stilled, unable to hide her shock.

“Yes,” Aryan continued, his voice smooth. “Marry me. Leave Kabir. He treats you like a possession. I’ll treat you like an equal.”

Trisha burst into laughter, her voice dripping with mockery. “You must have hit your head. You kidnapped me, drugged me, tied me to a chair, and you think I’d even consider this?”

Aryan smirked. “You’re right. But in time, you’ll see that I’m your best option.”

Trisha’s eyes burned with fury. “You’ll never be an option for me.”

Aryan sighed and stood up. “We’ll see about that.”

As he turned to leave, Trisha felt her body weaken further. The drug was still in her system, but she refused to let it break her spirit.

She whispered under her breath, “Kabir, you better come fast.”

And somewhere in the distance, a storm was already brewing.

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