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...
Samaira sat cross-legged on the carpet in Aahana’s cozy living room, sipping the hot tea her best friend had prepared. Anay lounged on the couch, flipping absentmindedly through a magazine, while Aahana rambled on about memories from their childhood.
“…and remember when you tripped into that fountain at the school carnival because you were too busy watching the candy floss stall?” Aahana teased, laughing.
Samaira chuckled. “I didn’t trip. I strategically slipped so I could get away from you stealing all the candy!”
Anay smirked but remained quiet. His lingering gaze on Samaira didn’t go unnoticed by Aahana, who quickly averted her eyes, pretending to focus on her tea.
Their moment of nostalgia was interrupted when Samaira caught sight of a sleek black car through the window. Her heart leapt into her throat as panic gripped her. That car—there was no mistaking it.
“Advait,” she whispered under her breath, her tea spilling slightly as she set the cup down.
“What’s wrong?” Aahana asked, her face tightening with worry.
Samaira glanced at her friends, her voice barely above a whisper. “He’s here. We need to leave. Now.”
The Plan
Samaira, Aahana, and Anay quickly slipped out through the back entrance. They avoided the main road, weaving through narrow alleys until they reached an old electronics shop. Samaira purchased a basic phone with Aahana’s help and immediately called her father.
“Papa,” she whispered, her voice shaking.
Her father’s steady but concerned tone reached her ears. “Samaira, where are you? Are you safe?”
“For now,” she replied. “But Advait is close. He’s here in the city, and I don’t know how much time I have.”
There was a pause before her father spoke again, his voice measured. “I’ve arranged tickets for you on the 5 PM train. The details are under your name at the station.”
Samaira glanced at the clock on the shop wall. It was 1 PM. She had four hours to escape.
“I’ll get there,” she promised, her resolve hardening.
Her father’s voice softened. “Be careful, Samaira. And remember, you are stronger than you think.”
She hung up, her chest heavy with emotion.
The Escape
Samaira turned to Aahana and Anay. “I need to get to the station. My father has arranged tickets for me.”
“We’ll take you,” Anay said immediately, but Samaira shook her head.
“No. Advait is dangerous, and if he sees you with me…” She let her words trail off, knowing the weight they carried.
“We’re not letting you go alone,” Aahana said firmly. “We’ll take you part of the way, at least.”
Reluctantly, Samaira agreed. They borrowed a friend’s nondescript car and navigated through the backstreets, avoiding any major roads. The city felt like a maze, every corner a potential trap, but eventually, they reached a street near the station.
“This is where I’ll go alone,” Samaira said, stepping out of the car.
Aahana hugged her tightly. “Stay safe, and call me when you can.”
“I will. Thank you, both of you,” Samaira said before vanishing into the crowd.
Advait’s Arrival
Advait’s car screeched to a halt outside the station. His jaw was set, his sharp eyes scanning the bustling platforms for any sign of her.
“Sir,” his guard spoke through his Bluetooth. “We’ve checked the train schedules. There’s one leaving for Jaipur at 5 PM. We suspect she might be on it.”
Advait nodded sharply. “Search the platforms.”
As his guards scattered, Advait stepped onto the station himself, his calculated gaze sweeping over the crowd.
And then, he saw her.
For a fleeting moment, their eyes met. Samaira’s hood was pulled low, her face partially obscured, but her wide scarf couldn't hide her small, melodious eyes—eyes that seemed to sing with emotions and betray her identity in an instant.
Advait’s chest tightened as recognition dawned. Samaira.
Without missing a beat, he raised his hand, signaling his guards to close in, but the train had already begun to pull away.
Samaira’s breath hitched as she saw him. Her heart thundered in her chest, a mix of fear and disbelief flooding her senses. She ducked down, willing herself to disappear into the train’s shadows.
Advait broke into a run, his long strides carrying him toward the moving train. “Stop her!” he barked to his guards, but it was too late.
The train picked up speed, leaving the platform—and Advait—behind.
Samaira’s Realization
As the train sped away, Samaira leaned against the compartment wall, her hand clutching her chest. Her mind raced, replaying the moment their eyes had met. How had he found her so quickly?
Her father’s words from earlier echoed in her mind. He had informed her about the tickets just a while ago, and now, Advait was at the station.
The realization hit her like a jolt. Could someone have betrayed me?
Her thoughts turned to her family and friends. Except for them, no one knew about her escape plans. Could one of them have slipped up?
She shook her head, dismissing the thought as quickly as it came. No, Advait was powerful, with resources that extended far beyond anything she could imagine. He didn’t need help to track her down.
But still, the seed of doubt had been planted, and it refused to fade.
Advait’s Frustration
Advait stood on the empty platform, his fists clenched as the train disappeared into the distance. Samaira had slipped through his fingers again, but this time, he had seen her. He had felt the fear in her eyes, and it only fueled his determination.
“Find out where that train is headed,” he growled into his Bluetooth. “And double the men at every stop.”
His guard hesitated. “Sir, should we… notify—”
“No,” Advait cut him off sharply. “I’ll handle this myself.”
As he turned and stalked back to his car, his mind replayed that brief moment when their eyes met. He would find her again. It was only a matter of time
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