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Aayansh didn’t care about the chaos he left behind in that broken room—the shards of the broken lock, the flickering lights, or the darkness that still clung to the corners like a curse.

All he cared about was her.

His arms slid gently under Ishanvi’s knees and back, and in one swift motion, he lifted her into his arms. She was featherlight yet carried the weight of pain so deep it made his chest ache.

Her head fell onto his shoulder, her face pale, eyes shut tight like she was still trapped in the nightmare. He held her closer, tighter—his jaw clenched, his gaze fierce, protective, and filled with unspoken rage for whoever did this.

He stormed through the corridor of the venue.

The music in the main hall still played faintly in the background, guests were laughing, sipping champagne, discussing business in hushed tones.

And then…

All heads turned.

Aayansh Agniwanshi, the King of Jaipur, walked into the hall with his wife in his arms—her body limp, her dress slightly torn at the hem, her feet bare, her breathing shallow.

Gasps filled the air.

Ahaan and Ayesha rushed forward instantly.

“Bhai sa! Bhabhi sa ko kya hua?” Ayesha’s voice cracked in panic, her eyes wide with fear.

Avni, who had been pretending to chat with a group of guests from afar, froze—her drink slipping from her fingers, shattering on the marble floor. The color drained from her face.

Aayansh didn’t say a word to anyone.

His eyes didn’t even flicker to Avni.

He looked straight ahead, jaw tight, muscles tense, fury and fear dancing dangerously in his eyes.

“Ghar chalo. Abhi.” His voice was low, commanding, not to be questioned.

“Par—”

“Ahaan, gadi nikaalo.” He didn’t raise his voice, but the intensity in his tone made Ahaan move instantly.

Ayesha followed them, eyes brimming with tears as she held Ishanvi’s dupatta and draped it carefully over her shoulders.

And Avni?