when our path collide

39. kidnap

Raghuveer's POV:

"Misthi..."

"Liebe..."

"Jaan..."

"Misthi, are you there? Hello?" I kept calling her over and over, but there was no response. Her phone was unreachable. A cold dread settled over me. I immediately called home.

"Hello, Pari?" My voice was tight with anxiety.

"Yes, Bhai?"

"Is your Bhabhi at home?"

"Actually, Bhai, I just got back from college. Wait, let me check."

I held my breath, the silence from her end amplifying my growing fear.

"Bhai... Bhabhi is not here," Pari's voice came back, trembling, echoing my own panic. My heart started racing, each beat heavy in my chest.

"Search the entire house!" I demanded, my voice cracking with urgency.

"Ji, Bhai..." Her reply was filled with tension.

Moments later, Pari confirmed what I dreaded: "She's not here, Bhai."

I ended the call, my mind spinning. I immediately called her parents' house. No response. With each passing second, my fear deepened. Desperation gripped me as I called Ekansh.

"Bring a hacker. Now," I ordered, barely able to think straight. My fingers instinctively found my ring, rubbing it in a futile attempt to calm myself.

Ekansh arrived quickly. Without hesitation, I turned to him, my voice low and hard, "You have 24 hours. Find her."

I sat down, forcing myself to breathe as they started working, tracking her phone. Every moment felt like a lifetime. When they finally traced her phone's location, my heart stopped. The last signal had come from a hospital.

I knew she wasn't feeling well, but this? Something was wrong.

"You all keep working. I'm heading there," I said, already on my way out the door, driving as fast as I could. My thoughts were a chaotic mess, my pulse pounding in my ears.

When I reached the hospital, I saw her phone lying on the floor, shattered. A deep fear settled in my gut as I picked it up. The scene before me felt like a nightmare.

I rushed inside, demanding access to the hospital's security cameras. My worst fears were confirmed as I watched the footage. A group of men had taken her. She had been kidnapped.

Fury and terror mixed inside me as I focused on the footage, watching every detail carefully. My mind was racing, but one thing was clear—I wouldn't stop until I found her..

I sent the car paper to Ekansh, hoping he could figure out the mismatch. My heart pounded in my chest as the minutes passed. The sun was beginning to rise, casting a dull orange hue over the empty street, and the air felt heavy with anticipation. I glanced back at the black car—nothing seemed off about it at first glance, but the paper in my hand told a different story.

Moments later, my phone buzzed. It was Ekansh.

"I'm running the details now. The paper you found is tied to a different car, but something's off. There's a record of it being reported stolen a few days ago... in another city."

A chill ran down my spine. Whoever owned this car was trying to cover their tracks. I scanned the surroundings again, feeling the weight of the situation pressing on me. It was too quiet.

I grabbed my keys, heart hammering in my chest, and followed the directions. The streets were empty, dark, and winding. Every second felt like an eternity as I pushed forward. The tension gnawed at my nerves. When I finally arrived, the sight of the old, crumbling garage made my stomach churn. Dust swirled in the faint light, and rows of abandoned cars surrounded the area like silent sentinels.