After Advait left Samaira heartbroken on the day that was supposed to be the happiest of her life-their wedding day-her world shatters. Picking up the pieces, she barely manages to rebuild herself when her family insists she marry Aarav, a successfu...
The cold air inside Samaira's bedroom felt heavy, as if the very walls were closing in on her. Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat a reminder of the chaos that had spiraled out of control ever since that fateful night. The shrill sounds of the hospital's sterile machinery still echoed in her mind, along with the image of Advait—injured, bleeding, yet coldly calculating as ever.
She moved restlessly from one corner of the room to the other, her thoughts spiraling. She had to leave. She couldn’t let herself fall back into the dangerous web he had woven around her.
Her parents, sitting silently on the other side of the room, exchanged worried glances. They had always been her rock, but now they could do little to protect her from the looming storm of Advait’s reach. Samaira halted abruptly and turned to her father. The words escaped her in a sharp breath, her voice tight with urgency.
“I can’t stay here. Advait will find me. You don’t know him like I do. He doesn’t stop until he gets what he wants.”
Her father stood, his brow furrowed with concern. “Samaira, don’t be foolish. We’re not powerless. If Advait is a powerful man, then so are we. No one can force you into anything against your will. Not even him.”
Her mother, seated beside her father, reached out to touch her hand. “We’ll protect you, beta. If you’re here, no one can touch you. Not even Advait.”
But Samaira’s eyes were distant, her mind already racing with the truth she had learned—Advait was more dangerous than they could ever imagine. His power, his influence, were nothing compared to what lurked beneath the surface. His darkness was consuming, and if she stayed, she would be swallowed by it.
“You don’t understand. This isn’t about power or control,” she whispered, the weight of her words pressing down on her chest. “He’s involved in something darker, something... terrifying. Who attacks businessmen on a public road? And what kind of CEO hides a knife under his car seat?” She exhaled sharply, her chest tightening. “I’ve seen things. I can’t stay here, I won’t.”
Her father stood silent for a moment, digesting her words.He also felt helpless when advait married his daughter forcefully and took her away from them. “If you’re sure, Samaira,” he said, his voice steady but filled with worry, “there’s one place he won’t think to look for you. Your uncle’s house in the next city. It’s far enough. You’ll be safe there.”
Her heart thudded painfully. She wanted to resist. She wanted to stay and fight, to confront Advait and make him pay for everything he had put her through. But she knew deep down that she couldn’t do it alone.
“I’ll go,” she said finally, her voice firm but strained. “But for now I am going to Aahan's house I will contact you from Aahana’s phone. I’ll leave mine here. Advait might track it.”
Her parents exchanged a glance, their worry deepening. But they knew their daughter, and they trusted her. “Be safe,” her mother said softly. “We’ll wait for your call.”
Just as Samaira was packing a small bag, her heart hammering in her chest, a knock echoed at the door. She froze. The sound was unmistakable—someone had come for her.
A servant entered, his eyes wide with unease. “Sir, there’s a man at the door. He says he’s Advait’s assistant.”
Samaira felt the blood drain from her face. Her hands trembled as she clutched her backpack. “I knew it,” she whispered. “He’s already here.”
Her father’s expression hardened. “Stay here. I’ll handle this.”
“No,” Samaira interjected quickly, her voice sharp with urgency. "I can't. I’ll leave through the backdoor. And once everything is set I will contact you"
Her mother’s eyes widened, panic creeping into her voice. “But—”
Samaira pressed her hand gently against her mother’s arm. “It’s the only way. I can’t let him trap me again.”
With a final, lingering glance at her parents, she hurriedly grabbed her backpack, the weight of the decision heavy on her shoulders. The cool evening air hit her face as she slipped out the backdoor, her heart racing as she crossed into the shadows of the alley.
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**At the Door**
Outside, Advait’s assistant, Rohit, stood at the entrance with an air of cool professionalism. His eyes scanned the property, missing nothing—every movement, every subtle change in the atmosphere was noted. But even Rohit could sense the unease hanging in the air. Samaira’s father opened the door with a calm expression that barely concealed his tension.
“Yes?” he asked, his voice steady.
“I’m here on behalf of Mr. Advait Shikhawat,” Rohit said evenly, keeping his voice neutral despite the weight of the situation. “We were informed that Samaira might be here. Mr. Shikhawat would like to speak with her.”
“She’s not here,” Samaira’s father replied swiftly, his tone final. “And even if she were, I wouldn’t allow her to see him after what he’s done to her.”
Rohit’s jaw tightened, but he maintained his composure. “I understand your concerns, sir, but this is an urgent matter. Mr. Shikhawat is injured and insists on speaking with her.”
“Advait Shikhawat can insist all he wants,” her father responded coldly, “but my daughter is no longer a part of his life. If you have any decency, you’ll leave us in peace.”
Rohit felt the tension rise, but he understood the unspoken message. Pushing further would only provoke a confrontation. “Very well,” he said, keeping his voice controlled. “But let me remind you, Mr. Singhania, that Mr. Shikhawat isn’t someone you can just ignore.”
Samaira’s father didn’t flinch. “Neither am I.”
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**The Escape**
As Samaira drove through the quiet streets, her grip on the steering wheel tightened with every passing second. Her mind raced with fear, but there was also a strange sense of liberation. She was escaping his grasp, for now. But how long could she stay hidden? Advait wouldn’t let her go so easily.
Her phone buzzed, but she ignored it. She had already switched it off, determined not to leave any trace for Advait to follow. The cool night air and the sound of her tires on the road were the only things that kept her grounded. Aahana’s place was the only safe haven she could trust, for now.
As she reached the outskirts of the city, the uncertainty of her future loomed large. Advait’s shadow was never far behind. She didn’t know how long she could keep running, but one thing was certain—he would find her. And when he did, she had to be ready.
Samaira glanced at the rearview mirror, half-expecting to see his car following her. But the road was empty, for now. Still, she couldn’t shake the feeling that it was only a matter of time before Advait’s pursuit began in earnest.
And when it did, she would need every ounce of strength she had left.
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