🩸 Scene — The Aftermath Begins (Sagar’s Mansion)

Sagar’s POV

Silence. Deafening silence.

The broken photo frame of Avantika mocked him from the floor. Her smiling face stared at him... now gone.

Gone. Stolen. Snatched from him.

A storm brewed in his chest — a wildfire of guilt, rage, and unbearable fear.

“Kaise... kaise maine ye hone diya...” His voice trembled, not with weakness — but with an anger so volcanic it could end empires.

His fist punched the mirror — glass shattered. Blood dripped. He didn’t care.

“Avantika... main tujhe waapas le aaunga... Chahe poora sheher kyun na jalana pade.”

⚔️ Scene — Command Mode Activated

The entire Prabhakar empire went into lockdown.

Diwan burst into the room. “Sir! All teams deployed. Border seals underway. Private jets, docks, highways — sab block kar diya hai.”

Sagar:

"Koi bhi galti nahi hogi. Agar Veer zameen ke neeche bhi chhupa hai... toh main use wahan se bhi nikal lunga."

His voice was no longer human. It was the sound of death wearing a name.

🕶️ Scene — Veer’s Hideout: Obsession Festers

Avantika’s POV

The air was damp. Her throat burned from screaming. Her wrists, raw against the ropes.

Tears streamed. But her eyes? Still defiant.

Veer sat across her, fingers running over an old photograph — Saanvi’s face smiled back at him.

Veer (softly):

"Pata hai... tumhare bina kitna adhoora ho gaya tha main... Aur ab... jab tum laut gayi ho... sab theek ho jayega..."

His gaze shifted, manic. “Tum bhool gayi ho... par main nahi. Main kabhi nahi bhool sakta tumhe, Avira.”

Avantika shook her head furiously. “Main Avantika hoon... tujhe sapne se bhi nahi milne waali...” Her screams muffled against the tape.

💀 Scene — Sagar’s Spiral Into Hell

Sagar’s POV

On the floor — maps. CCTV footage. Red markers. Pins. Lines. Circles. The city became a hunting ground.

His hands trembled as he gripped Avantika’s dupatta — the one she had left on the sofa. He buried his face into it, inhaling it like a madman clutching sanity.

“Mujhe maaf karna... maine tujhe bacha nahi paya...” The whisper was broken. But the next second — it turned into a growl.

“Lekin ab... ab tujhe lene aaya tera Sagar. Aur iss baar... khoon baha ke jaaunga.”

🔥 Parallel — Veer’s Madness Deepens

Veer placed the photo of Saanvi next to Avantika’s face.

“Bilkul wahi aankhein... wahi zidd... wahi gussa...” His fingers brushed her jaw.

“Aaj bhi utni hi khoobsurat... jitni tab thi.”

Avantika’s body trembled. Not from fear alone — but from rage.

“Sagar... Sagar... jaldi... mujhe yeh pagal ke kabze se nikal...” Her brain screamed.

⚠️ Closing — Storm Before the War

Sagar’s convoy lined up. Weapons checked. Men strapped.

His eyes — wild. Cold. Unforgiving.

“Aaj raat... Veer ke naseeb mein sirf maut hai.”

But beneath that rage, a crack. A whisper of guilt. A desperate plea... “Avantika... bas tu theek hona...”

As the engines roared, the city held its breath.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Hey, my beautiful readers. I'm Winter, the writer obsessed with your eyes, cause they must be beautiful enough, to give the honor of being seen by my words.

Yes, it might be too chessy. But my words and your eyes are like body without oxygen, mythology without faith. Completely impossible to even imagine.

I hope I write so well it'll be impossible for you to ever stop loving my words. I also support all fellow writers of the platform. I hope the one who's reading this from the screen, is healthy and if you're not happy, then just smile, it brightens the mood.

Life is too short for us to keep a straight face. Always smile, like life owes you something. 👋 🥰😘😚