Ajeeb Dastan Hai Yeh (Completed)

Chapter 105 Her Final Trap

The cold, metallic interior of the prison van rattled as it sped down the rough road. The air inside was thick with tension and the scent of sweat and leather, mingling with the faint metallic tang of iron. Maya's eyes, dark and stormy, burned with a fury that had only grown in the days leading to this moment. Her wrists had the red, angry marks of handcuffs removed too late, and the glint of unyielding steel flashed in her gaze. The lady inspector, seated opposite, watched her with a cautious resolve, her fingers brushing the edge of her own holstered weapon.

As the van jostled over a deep pothole, the vibration rattled up their spines. The clang echoed inside the vehicle, masking the instant Maya lunged. With a feral grace, she twisted forward, her lithe body finding its target. The gun slipped from its holster with a speed that caught the inspector off-guard. The cold, heavy weight settled into Maya's palm as if it had been waiting for her touch. Her knuckles whitened as she raised it, pointing the barrel directly at the inspector's chest. The sharp, sour tang of fear mixed with Maya's ragged breath.

"Van roko!" Maya's voice was sharp, each syllable cutting through the heavy silence. It was both a command and a warning, reverberating against the steel walls like an ominous drumbeat.

The inspector's eyes flicked to the armed woman, and defiance kindled there. Her own fear was tempered by years of training and duty. She squared her jaw, the muscles in her face tense.

"Nahi," she replied, her voice steady, barely a quiver betraying her heartbeat racing beneath the uniform. She knew what Maya was capable of, but surrender was not an option.

Maya's rage was like a wildfire, the gun trembling slightly as her fingers twitched with the urge to pull the trigger. The silence stretched taut as the inspector's denial hung in the air, challenging and unyielding. The other officers in the van shifted nervously, their eyes darting between the two women, sweat trickling down temples and staining collars.

"I will kill you!" Maya screamed, her voice breaking with a blend of desperation and anger. The van shuddered again, as if recoiling from the storm brewing inside. For a moment, time paused, the shadows deepening around Maya's hollowed eyes as she faced the choice between reclaiming her stolen power and sealing her own doom.

The air around the van was thick with tension, the echo of gunshots still reverberating as Maya's manic energy filled the space. The sudden stillness after the chaos was punctuated by the whimpers of the terrified constables and the distant hum of traffic as they gathered their wits. Maya's escape was swift, driven by an unyielding resolve that coursed through her veins like fire.

Her footsteps fell heavy and purposeful as she made her way to an old, hidden hideout—a forgotten relic of her past, crumbling yet shrouded in secrecy. Dust motes danced in the dim light that filtered through cracked windows. The creak of the old wooden door echoed as she pushed it open with a force born of desperation. Inside, the stale scent of neglect mingled with the faint metallic tinge of memories long buried.

Maya moved with urgency, her eyes darting around until they landed on the drawer. It took only a moment to force it open, the splintered wood biting into her palm as she rummaged through its contents. Her fingers brushed against cold, faded photographs. One fell to the floor, fluttering like a fallen leaf before landing face up. The image of Aarav, smiling and full of life, stared back at her—a stark contrast to the darkness that had consumed her.

She snatched up the photograph, the edges crumpling under the force of her grip. For a moment, the steely glint in her eyes softened into something almost tender. Pressing her lips to the image, her breath came out in ragged bursts, a desperate mix of longing and fury. The silence was shattered as she whispered, her voice trembling with both anger and yearning, "Tum sirf Maya ke ho, Aarav! Khushi bhi sirf meri beti hai, koi aur uski maa nahi ban sakti."