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THIRD PERSON

"Armaan? I know you're in the room, so why aren't you opening the door?" Abhay shouted again.

A crowd had gathered outside by this time because Ayesha was missing, and on the other hand, Armaan wasn't opening the door. Maya and Abhay were knocking on the door anxiously, joined by a few other relatives. Just then, Sharad arrived and asked, "Any news about Ayesha?"

Maya replied with worry, "No, nothing yet," and knocked on the door again.

Abhay, growing more frustrated, yelled, "Armaan, this is your last warning. If you didn't open the door now, I'll break it down."

But there was still no response. At last, his anger reached its peak, and just as he was about to break the door, it suddenly opened, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the person standing at the threshold-Armaan, looking extremely relaxed. He looked around at everyone and casually said, "What's going on? Any problem?"

Seeing Armaan so calm, Abhay, furious, said, "I've been banging on the door for ages. Didn't you hear me?"

Armaan replied coolly, "Exactly! I didn't hear you."

Maya took a deep breath and asked, "Forget about that. Where is Ayesha?"

"Ayesha? She's exactly where she's supposed to be," Armaan responded.

Maya immediately said, "No! Ayesha is not in the garden."

"Did you check again?" Armaan asked, and Abhay and Maya looked at each other.

Maya quickly said, "I'll go check," and left.

Meanwhile, Abhay eyed Armaan up and down suspiciously, trying to figure something out.

On The Other Hand, Maya ran to the garden and asked the people there, "Have you seen Ayesha?"

But everyone shook their heads in denial.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes were fixed on something behind Maya. Feeling their gazes, Maya turned around and was stunned by what she saw.

Armaan had just arrived, carrying Ayesha in his arms, her face flushed with embarrassment.

She wore the same yellow saree, so no one suspected anything unusual about her clothes.

Armaan gently placed Ayesha on a soft bed, their faces coming incredibly close. While Armaan was focused on seating her, Ayesha's attention was entirely on his face.

"Dard aur marham, dono sirf Aap ho." Ayesha couldn't help but lose herself in Armaan's mesmerizingly handsome features, completely captivated for a moment.

Armaan had gently brought Ayesha here, carrying her in his arms to save her from walking. His method was clear: first, inflict the pain, then become the healer.

Their faces were so close that Armaan's gaze locked onto Ayesha's, and she, in turn, whispered, "Why are you so impatient?"

Armaan instantly replied, "I was born impatient. Ask Dad-I showed up seven months and 18 early, just to make a point."

Ayesha's mouth fell open.

"You always have a comeback, don't you?" She huffed.

"Do you want a kiss?" Armaan's sudden question made Ayesha's eyes widen.

"What?"

"Answer the question."

"N-no." Ayesha's voice faltered.