𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞 || @𝘼𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙨||

.Chapter-38. Mind your words.

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Aapki hasi se hum jeete hain,
aapke gham se hum marte hain,
hum to sirf itna hi jaante hain, 
ki aapki mohabbat mein hum savarte hain.

Ashwin's pov:

The sight made my blood run cold. Vikram. The message was clear, and it was meant for us. He had struck again, and this time, he had taken Anshika. My whole head started to spin, the room seeming to tilt around me. The realization that Anshika was in Vikram's hands hit me like a physical blow, leaving me reeling with a mix of fear, guilt, and rage.

Just as I was trying to steady myself, the media stormed into the hospital, their cameras flashing and microphones thrust forward. The noise was deafening, and the reporters were relentless, their questions piercing through the chaos.

"What is happening here, Mr. Ashwin?"
 "Why are you here?"
"Are you behind all this shootout?"
"Where is Miss Anshika?"
"Is Anshika dead?"
"Did you murder her?"
"Who kidnapped Anshika?"

The barrage of questions overwhelmed me. Each one felt like a dagger, twisting deeper into my already frayed nerves. I could see Viyaan being terribly pushed around by the media, trying to fend them off, but they were unyielding. Suddenly, they turned their focus on me, and I found myself surrounded, their questions coming at me from all directions.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, the pressure building up in my head. The noise, the flashing lights, the relentless questions – it was all too much. I couldn't breathe, my vision started to blur, and a cold sweat broke out on my forehead. The world seemed to close in around me, and then, everything went black.

The last thing I heard before I lost consciousness was Viyaan's voice, frantic and desperate. "Bhai, open your eyes," he shouted, his voice full of fear. But I couldn't respond. The darkness swallowed me whole, and there was nothing but silence.

When I finally came to, I was lying on a hospital bed, the bright overhead lights making me squint. My head was pounding, and I felt weak and disoriented. I could see Viyaan sitting beside me, his face etched with worry.

"Bhai, thank God you're awake," he said, his voice filled with relief. "You scared the hell out of me."

I tried to sit up, but my body felt heavy and uncooperative. "What happened?" I managed to croak out, my throat dry and sore.

"You passed out," Viyaan explained, his expression serious. "The media frenzy, the stress, everything just caught up with you."

I closed my eyes, trying to piece everything together. The chaos at the hospital, the message from Vikram, Anshika missing – it was all too much to bear. But I couldn't afford to be weak now. Anshika needed me, and I had to be strong for her.

"Anshika," I whispered, my voice trembling. "We need to find her."

"We will, Bhai," Viyaan assured me, his grip on my hand firm and reassuring. "We'll do whatever it takes to bring Bhabhi back."

With a deep breath, I forced myself to sit up, my resolve hardening. "Let's get to work," I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil raging inside me. "We have a battle to win."

As I gathered my strength and tried to get out of bed, the door to the room swung open, and in came Dadu, Dadi, Dad, Mom, and Noha. Their faces were etched with worry, concern evident in their eyes. Noha,  rushed to my side, her eyes filled with questions.

"Bhai, what happened? Where is Anshika? Is she okay? What's going on? And Media?" Noha's voice trembled, her usual composed demeanor shattered by the anxiety of the situation.