Kiaan leaned back in his seat, his eyes closed as the rhythmic hum of the car lulled him into a state of near relaxation.
He was on his way to visit the Singhania household, eager to meet Vedant's wife, Ojasvi.
His curiosity about the woman who had captured Vedant's fierce loyalty and protectiveness had finally piqued enough for him to drop by with gifts.
He had carefully selected a dress for both of the newlyweds—a gesture that matched the elegance and power of the Singhania name.
Everything was going according to plan until the car jerked to a sudden stop, jarring him from his thoughts.
Kiaan frowned in irritation, sitting up and opening his eyes. "What happened?" he asked sharply, his annoyance evident.
The driver, who had clearly anticipated Kiaan’s displeasure, quickly responded, "Sahab, ek ladki achanak se gaadi ke saamne aa gayi. Isliye break lagani padi."
His tone was apologetic, knowing full well how much his boss despised any kind of inconvenience.
Kiaan sighed deeply, rolling his eyes. Who in their right mind would jump in front of a moving car? He thought.
If the person wanted to die, they could simply approach him and he would gladly grant them their wish.
But to ruin his reputation and create a public scene? Unacceptable.
“Check who it is,” Kiaan instructed, still sitting inside the car, his frustration growing.
He wasn’t the kind of man who enjoyed unnecessary delays, and the forming crowd outside was not helping his mood.
The driver obediently stepped out, and through the slightly tinted windows, Kiaan observed the commotion.
A woman was yelling frantically, her voice strained with desperation. She appeared to be trying to run, but her legs were injured, and the growing crowd around her was starting to draw more attention.
Sensing that the situation might be more serious, Kiaan finally decided to get out of the car himself.
As he stepped out, his bodyguards instantly flanked him, creating a barrier between him and the crowd.
The driver quickly approached Kiaan and whispered, "Sahab, ladki ke pairon mein chot lag gayi hai."
Before Kiaan could react, the injured woman rushed toward him, collapsing in front of him with tears streaming down her face.
“Please, please help me! My child... That man took my child!” Her voice cracked with despair as she sobbed uncontrollably, her knees bleeding from where she had fallen on the hard pavement.
The desperation in her eyes was unmistakable, and despite his usual distaste for public spectacles, Kiaan couldn’t ignore the gravity of the situation.
He frowned slightly, bending down to her level. “What happened? Tell me clearly,” he said, his tone calm but authoritative, commanding her to focus despite her panic.
The woman’s voice trembled as she explained, her words barely coherent through her sobs. “My child… my child… A man, he took my child! Please, someone help me. I have to get my child back.”
Her knees wobbled as she tried to stand up, determined to find her child despite her obvious injuries.
Kiaan, seeing the resolve in her eyes, helped her to her feet. His grip was firm but reassuring. "Don’t worry. We’ll find your child," he said, his voice steady.
Turning to one of his bodyguards, Arjun, he issued his next command. “Go. Find her child. And bring back the person who took.”
Arjun nodded without hesitation, gesturing to three of the other guards who quickly spread out to gather information from the crowd and begin the search.
Kiaan’s team was efficient and well-trained; he knew they wouldn’t come back empty-handed.
As he turned his attention back to the woman, he saw that she had reached her limit.
The immense stress, fear, and physical pain were too much for her to bear, and she fainted right there in his arms.
Without missing a beat, Kiaan lifted her slightly and directed his remaining bodyguards. “Take her to the hospital immediately. I’ll follow.”
Within minutes, the woman was placed in Kiaan’s car, and they rushed to the nearest hospital.
As they drove, Kiaan remained quiet, his mind whirling with the implications of what had just happened.
A kidnapping in broad daylight? Right in front of a crowd? Whoever was behind this had to be bold—or desperate. Either way, they would regret it.
When they reached the hospital, the doctors rushed the unconscious woman into the emergency room.
Kiaan stood in the waiting area, his patience thinning but his concern for the woman evident.
He wasn’t one to get involved in personal affairs like this, but something about her desperation had stirred something within him.
He found himself tapping his foot as he waited for Arjun’s call.
Not long after, his phone buzzed. Arjun’s voice came through the line, steady and professional. “Sir, we’ve located the child. The kidnapper is being handled.”
Kiaan let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “Good. Bring the child to the hospital.”
He hung up, knowing that the situation was under control. Despite the unexpected turn of events, Kiaan had handled the crisis with the same cool efficiency he used in his political dealings.
And now, with the mother safe and her child on the way, he could finally be calm.
