Veins Of Obsession

CH - 12 ( The Chase )

The mall was bustling with activity as Saanvi, Aahana, and Anaya browsed through endless racks of bridal attire, laughing and chatting. It was supposed to be a lighthearted day—one of the last chances for Saanvi to enjoy some time with her friends before the whirlwind of the wedding hit.

Saanvi was holding a beautiful lehenga against herself in front of a mirror when her phone buzzed. She stepped aside, saying she needed a moment to take a call. Aahana and Anaya didn’t think much of it—until she didn’t come back.

Minutes turned into an hour, and then another. Panic set in when Saanvi’s phone went straight to voicemail.

Aahana: (anxious, dialing Saanvi’s number again) “She’s not picking up! She’s never gone this long without answering.”

Anaya: (frowning, worry creeping into her voice) “Something’s wrong. She wouldn’t just leave without telling us.”

They searched the mall, asking anyone they could find, but there was no sign of her. By the time they realized she wasn’t coming back, fear had replaced the earlier excitement of the day. They both knew there was only one person who could handle a situation like this—no matter how complicated their relationship was.

Aahana: (urgently) “We need to tell Ishaan. Now.”
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Ishaan was at his office, finalizing a deal when his phone rang. The moment he saw Aahana’s number, he knew something was wrong. His gut twisted, and he answered with a curt, “What happened?”

The panic in Aahana’s voice was enough to confirm his worst fears.

Aahana: (desperately) “Ishaan, Saanvi’s missing. We were at the mall, and she just... she just disappeared. We can’t find her. She’s not answering her phone—nothing.”

Ishaan: (cold fury tightening his voice) “What do you mean, she disappeared? How long has she been gone?”

Anaya: (cutting in) “Almost two hours. We’ve looked everywhere. We thought maybe she just stepped out, but it doesn’t make sense. This isn’t like her.”

Ishaan’s eyes darkened, his jaw clenching as he forced himself to stay calm. His heart was pounding in his chest, but he couldn’t afford to let panic cloud his mind. He had to find her.

Ishaan: (deadly calm) “I’m on my way. Stay where you are and don’t do anything stupid.”

He ended the call, fury boiling just beneath the surface. There was only one person he trusted enough to help him get Saanvi back. He grabbed his phone, calling Rohan.

Ishaan: (voice tight with barely controlled rage) “Rohan, I need you. Saanvi’s been taken.”

Rohan: (already moving) “I’ll be there in ten. What’s the plan?”

Ishaan’s mind was racing. He had prepared for this—prepared for the possibility that someone might try to take her from him. He reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a small, discreet tablet connected to the tracking system he had secretly placed in Saanvi’s engagement ring. A security measure he had never told her about—his way of keeping her safe, whether she knew it or not.

Ishaan: (eyes narrowing, determination settling over his face) “The engagement ring I gave her—it has a tracker. I need you to trace the signal.”

Rohan: (a hint of surprise) “You had a tracker in the ring? Smart move.”

Ishaan: “I don’t take chances when it comes to her.”

He checked the tracker, praying it would lead him to her before it was too late. His pulse hammered as the screen loaded, revealing a faint blip. There she was. He had her location.