Marrying my Enemy's Bride

Chapter 52: The Game of Desperation

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●Authors Pov●

The Rajvansh Corporation office had never felt colder.

It was nearing midnight, but the main operations floor was still flooded with restless energy, screens glowing like ghostly flames in the dark. The walls, usually echoing with quiet precision, now pulsed with static tension—every breath, every shift, every sigh was heavy. The war room looked less like a center of strategy and more like the lair of the damned.

Arjun sat hunched at the head of the table, sleeves rolled up, shirt crumpled and stained from hours of sweat and no sleep. In front of him lay a storm of scattered documents—encryption maps, blueprints, security logs, timestamps. Monitors lined the wall, looping the same CCTV feed over and over again: Meera walking toward the metro station. Meera crossing the road. Meera vanishing behind a blind corner. And then—nothing.

He’d watched it thirty-six times. Maybe more.

Radhika sat beside him, pale and worn, her bun coming undone, a headphone in one ear as she tried to parse the last fragments of corrupted audio they’d managed to salvage. Her fingers trembled as they hovered above the soundboard, dragging waveforms into order. Beneath her eyes were bruised shadows, a map of sleepless despair. She hadn’t eaten since morning.

Sanvi paced across the room like a caged tigress, mumbling, "...maybe a fake signal? A decoy server?... but why the same loop on metro cams and traffic lights?" Her voice was raw from brainstorming for hours. She stopped only to sip black coffee and rub her temples.

Ayansh wasn’t as calm. He snapped, flinging a half-empty water bottle against the glass wall. It hit with a sharp crack and thudded to the ground. No one scolded him.

“I swear to God,” he growled, “if I find him—”

“You won’t,” Aditya said quietly from across the table. “Not if you keep reacting. He’s watching. He wants you to lose control.”

The room went still for a moment.

Aditya was uncharacteristically quiet—stoic. No witty comebacks, no sarcastic comments. Just his fingers flying across three connected keyboards, chasing phantoms in the code. Eyes narrowed, his brain raced through impossible combinations to track the Joker’s signal trail. Every time he got closer, the system rewrote itself, like the villain was rewriting reality around them.

“I isolated the Trojan signature again,” Aditya muttered. “It’s new. Built on a worm protocol, disguised as our own internal update. He used our defense against us.”

Radhika’s voice cracked. “That’s why we never saw it coming.”

Across the room, a small figure sat curled on the couch. Ira. Clutching Meera’s scarf to her chest like it was her whole world. The others had tried to distract her, to make her sleep. But the little girl had stubbornly refused. Her tiny hand still held the yellow plush bear Meera had stitched herself. She didn’t know the full truth—only that her mother was gone. But Ira wasn’t stupid. The fear in her wide eyes told enough.

“Dadda,” she called softly. “Can I go find Mumma?”

Arjun’s heart clenched.

He couldn’t reply. He couldn’t even breathe. He trusted he he knew she was strong but, that but alaways lingered . He can't loose her at any cost she was his everything .