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The night sky hung heavy over the warehouse, shadows creeping as Arjun, Abhram, Aman, Adit, and Anant arrived, the location Janvi had sent buzzing in their minds. There was no time for caution, no space for second thoughts. Arjun’s hands gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white with rage. Without hesitation, he pressed the accelerator and smashed through the iron gates of the compound, sending them crashing to the ground.

Inside, Avyansh Khanna sat behind a wall of monitors, watching the chaos unfold on the CCTV screens. His eyes narrowed as Arjun’s car tore through the entrance. Quickly, he grabbed the radio at his side.

"Maar daalo unhe! Arjun aur uske aadmi ko zinda mat chhodo!" he barked, his voice crackling through the static.

(Kill them! Leave none of them alive!)

But Avyansh’s men were no match for what came next. Arjun’s Black Soul team descended like a storm, swift and deadly, tearing through the guards without mercy. They moved like shadows, taking down every obstacle in their path with brutal efficiency. Arjun, fueled by his desperate need to find Pallavi, was relentless. Every blow he struck, every shot he fired, was delivered with the fury of a man who had already lost too much.

Avyansh’s heart raced as he watched his empire crumble. His mind spun, searching for a way out. He knew he was no match for Arjun—he was too old, too weak. His only chance now was escape. One of his assistants rushed to his side, fear painted across his face.

"Sir, jaldi se nikal jayiye! Yahan rukna aapke liye khatarnaak hai," the assistant urged.

(Sir, leave quickly! Staying here is dangerous for you.)

Avyansh looked around, his eyes darting between the screens and the door. The assistant was right. He had no choice but to flee.

"Chalo," he muttered under his breath, grabbing his coat and bolting for the exit.

The chaos outside continued, with Arjun leading the charge, taking down Avyansh’s men with ruthless precision. His movements were sharp, each one filled with cold purpose. He wasn’t here just to win a fight—he was here to end it. As the last of the guards fell, Arjun’s eyes scanned the area, searching for the one man who had taken everything from him.

And then, he saw it , Avyansh, scrambling into his car, trying to escape like a rat fleeing a sinking ship.

A low growl rumbled in Arjun’s chest

"You won’t able to escape from me now you bastard " he muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing.

With one fluid motion, Arjun raised his gun and took aim at the car’s rear tire. BANG! The shot rang out, the bullet finding its mark. The tire exploded, and Avyansh’s car spun out of control, flipping violently as it tumbled across the dirt.

Abhram was the first to reach the wreckage. He yanked open the driver’s door, grabbing Avyansh by the collar and dragging him out with little care for his injuries. Blood smeared Avyansh’s face as he groaned in pain, barely able to stand. Abhram didn’t care. He raised his gun, aiming it straight at Avyansh’s head.

But just before he could pull the trigger, Arjun’s voice cut through the tension like ice.

"Ruko, Abhram." His tone was cold, devoid of any warmth.

(Stop, Abhram.)

Abhram hesitated, his finger twitching on the trigger. He glanced back at Arjun, confusion in his eyes.

"Isse itni asaan maut nahi milegi," Arjun said, stepping closer. His eyes never left Avyansh’s broken form, his gaze filled with a quiet, deadly rage.

(He doesn’t deserve an easy death. I’ll decide how this ends. Take him to our farmhouse.)

Abhram, understanding the weight of Arjun’s words, nodded. He roughly shoved Avyansh into the back of one of their cars, signaling the guards to follow them.

As they prepared to leave, Avyansh, bloodied and bruised, managed a twisted smile. His voice was weak, but laced with venom.

"Tum jitna bhi koshish kar lo, Arjun," he sneered, his words slurring from the pain.

"Tumhari biwi ko kabhi nahi dhoond paoge. Woh mere kabze mein hi rahegi, hamesha."

(No matter how hard you try, Arjun, you’ll never find your wife. She’ll always be in my control.)

Before he could finish, Abhram’s fist connected with his jaw, silencing him with a sickening crack. Avyansh’s head slumped forward, unconscious, as blood dripped from his mouth.

"Shut up, you bastard." Abhram muttered, wiping his knuckles as he threw Avyansh’s limp body into the car.

But even as they drove away, Avyansh’s words echoed in Arjun’s mind. His body trembled with fury, his heart racing with the fear that Avyansh might be done something to her . He stared at the ground for a long moment before looking up at the night sky, his mind racing with thoughts of Pallavi.

He couldn’t fail her.

Not now.

The cold morning air wrapped around Arjun as he stood at the entrance of the warehouse, his breath heavy, his mind racing. The faint light from their torches flickered in the darkness, but it was not enough to light the dread in his heart. The warehouse felt like a tomb , silent, eerie, and filled with unknown horrors. It was almost 5 a.m., but the sun had yet to rise, leaving everything in a blanket of shadows. The only source of light inside the warehouse were a few dim bulbs scattered around, casting long, haunting silhouettes on the walls.

"Pallavi..." Arjun whispered under his breath, his heart pounding in his chest.

Aman, Adit, Anant, and Abhram spread out, searching every corner, every hidden crevice, but they found nothing. The deeper they went, the more hopeless the search seemed. But Arjun was relentless, desperate. His every step was filled with the fear of what he might find, yet the urgency to save her kept pushing him forward.

Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat. There was something wrong. His gut screamed at him to look closer. His torchlight fell on a small section of the floor that looked different from the rest. The tiles here were slightly off it was wooden instead of stone.

Arjun knelt down, tapping the floor with his foot

"This is made of wood."he muttered. His instincts were right. There was something beneath.

Without wasting a second, he tore off the wooden tile, revealing a hidden passage below.

"Yahaan... yeh raasta kahaan jaata hai?" he muttered, the faint glow of a red light barely visible below.

Arjun descended the wooden stairs without hesitation, followed closely by the others. The passage was narrow and suffocating, with only a single red light glowing ominously at the end. Every step they took echoed in the silence, and the deeper they went, the more unbearable the tension grew.

As they neared the end of the passage, something wet and sticky touched their shoes. Arjun crouched down, rubbing the liquid between his fingers. His eyes widened in horror as he realized what it was.

"Blood..." he whispered, his voice trembling. It was blood. His blood ran cold.

His hands trembled as he stood, scanning the room. And then, his eyes landed on the small figure lying in a pool of blood. A petite body, draped in royal blue, soaked in red. The world around him stopped. His heart felt like it had been ripped out of his chest. It was Pallavi.

"Nahi..." The word barely escaped his throat as he ran to her side. Her hands were tied, her face pale, her body drenched in her own blood. He collapsed next to her, untying her wrists and ankles with trembling hands. As soon as her limbs were free, he gathered her in his arms, resting her head gently in his lap.

"Pallavi... tum aisa nahi kar sakti, utto. Tum mujhe aise chod nahi sakti," he whispered, tapping her cheeks desperately, trying to wake her.

"Pallavi... you can't do this to me, wake up. You can't leave me like this."

His voice broke, his heart roaring in agony. The woman he loved, the woman who had fought by his side, now lay lifeless in his arms. He hugged her closer, his chest heaving with sobs.

Aman quickly knelt beside them, checking Pallavi’s pulse. His face was pale, but there was a sliver of hope.

"Pulse dheere chal rahi hai, lekin chal rahi hai! Arjun, humein usse hospital le jaana hoga!" Aman shouted, panic rising in his voice.

(Her pulse is weak, but it's there! Arjun, we need to get her to the hospital!)

But Arjun was lost, his mind clouded with grief. He couldn’t stop wiping the blood from her face, desperately trying to bring her back.

"Pallavi... please..." His voice was a whisper now, broken and defeated.

Abhram, seeing his bestie crumble, grabbed Arjun by the collar, lifting him to his feet. Without a word, he slapped Arjun across the face, snapping him back to reality.

"Hosh mein aao, Arjun! Woh theek nahi hai! Humein usse abhi hospital le jaana hoga!" Abhram roared, his voice echoing through the dark room.

(Get a hold of yourself, Arjun! She’s not okay! We need to take her to the hospital now!)

Arjun’s eyes widened as the words sank in. He blinked, shaking his head before immediately scooping Pallavi into his arms.

"Pallavi... main tumhe kuch nahi hone doonga,kuch bhi nahi " he muttered, holding her close as he ran out of the warehouse.

(Pallavi... I won’t let anything happen to you.)

The others followed closely behind, their steps urgent as they left the trail of blood and death behind them. As they emerged onto the road, the cold air hit them, but they didn’t stop. The ambulance was already waiting, its lights flashing against the darkness.

Abhram pulled out his lighter, flicking it on. He glanced back at the warehouse, now soaked in liquid nitrogen. Without hesitation, he tossed the lighter onto the floor, watching as the flames erupted, engulfing the structure in a roaring blaze.

"Kuch kaam khatam karne hote hain, Arjun," he muttered as he walked back towards the cars.

"Some things need to be finished, Arjun."

Arjun climbed into the ambulance with Pallavi still in his arms, refusing to let her go. As the sirens blared, he stared down at her pale face, brushing the hair away from her eyes.

"Main tumhare bina nahi jee sakta, Pallavi. Tumhe waapas aana hi hoga, varna tumhare saath mein bhi ajaunga " he whispered, his voice barely audible over the chaos outside.

"I can’t live without you, Pallavi. You have to come back , otherwise I will come with you "

And as the ambulance sped away, the warehouse behind them erupted into a tower of flames, the inferno swallowing every trace of the nightmare they had just endured. But for Arjun, the real battle was only just beginning.

As soon as Pallavi was taken into the ICU, Arjun stood frozen outside the doors, his heart hammering in his chest. He hadn’t let go of her hand until the nurse had pulled it away, and even now, his fingers still felt the warmth of her touch fading away. The sound of the ICU doors shutting behind the nurse felt like a barrier between him and Pallavi, a cruel reminder that all he could do now was wait.

The doctor came out shortly after examining Pallavi, and in an instant, everyone swarmed toward him, anxious for any news. Arjun’s face was pale, his eyes filled with desperation.

"Chot kaafi gehre hai," the doctor said grimly. Everyone is waiting for his to continue.

"Turant treatment shuru karni padegi. Patient ka medical history ke baare mein kuch bataiye, humein madad milegi."

( Her wounds are deep. We need to begin treatment immediately. Can you tell us about her medical history? It would help us.)

Arjun's throat tightened, but he forced the words out.

"Woh... uska blood group AB negative hai," he said, his voice trembling.

(Her blood group is AB negative.)

But before he could say more, he noticed Abrahm freeze. His friend had gone rigid, his face drained of color. Aman reached out to steady him, but Abrahm’s eyes were wide, his breath uneven.

Arjun continued, his voice now steadier.

"Usse doxycycline se allergy hai," Arjun added.

(She's allergic to doxycycline.)

The doctor nodded, scribbling down the information.

"Any other illnesses?"the doctor asked

Arjun shook his head quickly.

"No illnesses, but when she was five, she fell into the Yamuna River. Since then, she’s been aquaphobic."

The moment Arjun mentioned Pallavi’s past, he felt the air shift around him. Abrahm’s grip on the chair tightened as he slowly sank into it, his legs failing to hold him. Aman, noticing this, quickly steadied him, concern flashing across his face.

Arjun’s voice wavered as he continued, aware that the truth was starting to unravel.

"And one more thing... she hit her head on a rock during the accident and forgot the first five years of her life. We only recently found out that she is actually the daughter of our own family..."

He fumbled with his phone, quickly pulling up a prescription.

"The doctors said remembering anything could harm her health. She has partial amnesia, and we’ve been secretly giving her medication." He handed the prescription to the doctor, who nodded in understanding before heading back into the ICU.

Arjun barely turned around, lost in thought, when his eyes met Abrahm's. His heart dropped. Abrahm wasn’t just looking at him , he was glaring, fury burning in his eyes. Arjun realized, with a sickening feeling, that his friend knew everything now. The truth about Pallavi... or rather, Aaradhya , his long-lost sister, Chutki.

The realisation hit Abrahm like a storm. His face twisted in rage, pain, and betrayal. His hand clenched at his side, and before Arjun could say anything, Abrahm marched forward, grabbing Arjun by the collar. His roar echoed through the hospital corridors.

"Kyun kiya tumne aisa, Arjun?!" he shouted, dragging Arjun forward, shaking him.

"Mere saath aisa kyun kiya tumne?!" This time pain is evident in his voice ,

"Why did you do this, Arjun?! Why did you do this to me?!"

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Precap : emotional turmoil of Abraham and Arjun