Aviraaj stormed towards his car, his anger evident in his determined strides. His security team surrounded him, ensuring his safety. Despite the news being suppressed, the media somehow caught wind of it. The urge to confront the reporter and give him a taste of his own medicine surged within Aviraaj, but he resisted the temptation. He had a pressing matter to attend to, one that demanded his immediate attention.
Thakur sent him a message revealing Aarayna's last known location, which happened to be on the opposite side of Mumbai. This news left him perplexed, wondering why she was there and why his security team couldn't keep up with her, ending up in an entirely different area. He pondered tirelessly, searching for an explanation, but found none. Only she held the answers he sought. Without wasting a moment, he embarked on his journey, fully aware that Aaryan would be tailing him, while Avinash remained behind, prepared for any unforeseen circumstances.
Restless thoughts of countless possibilities and potential outcomes consumed him as he raced down the road. His anger surged through his veins, propelling him to drive at an inhuman speed, cutting a two-hour journey down to just one. As he approached his destination, a sudden scene in the middle of the road forced him to slam on the brakes.
The area was desolate, and there, standing in the midst of it all, was a woman dressed in a black saree. Her back was turned towards him, her hair neatly tied in a bun. Before her were two cars, but what caught his attention the most were the lifeless bodies strewn about like discarded trash.
The gusty wind swept through, causing the pallu of her saree to dance in its embrace. The wind's playful caress lifted the pallu higher, revealing glimpses of intricate embroidery and delicate patterns, adding an air of elegance to the already stunning attire.
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