The night was unusually quiet. The sky above Ayansh's rooftop was a deep black, scattered with cold stars. Nitya stood there in silence, her hairs brushing against her face, fists clenched at her sides. She was trembling - not from fear.. but from everything she had buried.
Ayansh walked up behind her, gently placing a shawl over her shoulders. She didn't look back, but she knew it was him. Then suddenly - she turned and hugged him tightly, desperately. Like her heart had waited years to do that.
"I'm tired of carrying this alone," she whispered.
Ayansh didn't speak. His arms tightened around her, as if telling her : I'm here, speak.
She began.
"My family... they choose him over me. They believed his words, not my screams. They let him lock me in that house like a prisoner and when i begged for freedom, they thought i was insane."
Her voice broke.
"I wanted to die, Ayansh. But now..... now I want him to beg for death. "
She pulled back, her eyes fierce with tears. "I do love you. I really do , but I can't give you all of me - not until he pays. Not until I destroy Ritik's pride, piece by piece. "
Ayansh looked at her. He didn't ask for more, didn't need promises.
He just gave her a forehead kiss.
Then, he simply picked up his phone, walked inside... and gave the order :
" Find out everything about her family.
Where they are, what they're doing, who still protects him.
I want every details - fast. "
Days passed.
Ayansh's men returned with full intel : who had betrayed her, who had hidden truths, and who still lived in guilt. Nitya read the file with steady eyes. She didn't cry.
She had transformed. Stronger, calmer, dangerous.
So Ayansh made a plan.
They would host a party - not just a celebration.
But a trap.
An invitation to everyone from Nitya's past....
To meet the girl they bury.
The girl who had returned -
not to beg,.... but to burn.