𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧: 𝐀𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐢 (𝟏𝟖+) ✅

38

48 hours later.

Scotland

Akshat

"I'm going to Scotland," I declared, my voice tinged with determination as I stood before my brother in the dimly lit hallway of Oberoi Mansion.

"What for?" Bhai asked, his brow furrowed with worry as he took a step closer, his concern palpable in the air.

"She's out there," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper, yet filled with unwavering resolve. "I will never stop searching until I find her. Either I find her, or I will die searching."

The weight of my words hung heavy in the silence that followed, the gravity of the situation sinking in as we stood facing each other in the dimly lit hallway.

"But Akshat..." Bhai began, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find the right words.

"I know it's a long shot," I admitted, my voice trembling with emotion. "But I have to try. I can't just sit back and do nothing while she's out there, alone and afraid."

Bhai's eyes softened with understanding as he reached out to place a comforting hand on my shoulder. "I understand," he said softly. "And I'll come thereafter I arrange a meeting with Russians for assistance, if you believe we can find her, I'll never stop you."

With a grateful nod, I turned and stormed out of Oberoi Mansion, my heart heavy with determination as I set off on the long journey ahead. Each step forward was fuelled by the unwavering belief that I would find her, no matter the obstacles that lay in my path.

As I boarded the plane bound for Scotland, my mind raced with thoughts of her – her laughter, her smile, the way her eyes lit up when she talked about her dreams. I couldn't bear the thought of her out there, alone and afraid, and I vowed to do whatever it took to bring her back to safety.

Hours passed in a blur as the plane soared through the night sky, each passing moment bringing me closer to my destination. And with each passing mile, my determination only grew stronger, until finally, as the first light of dawn began to break over the horizon, I stepped off the plane onto Scottish soil, ready to begin the search for the woman I loved.

The journey ahead would be long and arduous, filled with twists and turns, but I knew that as long as I held onto hope, I would find her. And so, with a heavy heart and a determined spirit, I set off into the unknown, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead in my quest to bring her home.

After drowning myself in an ice water shower to wake myself up from this breakdown, I called for Bhai in online and everyone in an urgent meeting, my heart pounding with a mixture of anger and urgency. Every single cell in my body throbbed with the need to find her. She couldn't be dead. I refused to even entertain the thought. She was alive, I could feel it in my bones.

The pendant they found was a fake. It had to be. The one she always wore, with the cursive 'A' from her Mangal sutra, was unique. This was just a look-alike, a cruel deception planted to throw us off her trail.

Hours passed as we scoured through files and locations, desperate for any clue, any sign of her. But there was nothing. It was as if she had vanished from existence. I closed my eyes, trying to summon every memory of our time together, searching for any glimmer of hope, any hint of what she might have been trying to tell me.

With trembling hands, I grabbed a whiteboard and sticky notes. Each word she had uttered replayed in my mind, haunting me with its significance:

I picked out a whiteboard and sticky notes- I wrote every single thing she told me in pointers and stuck them on it.