Night fell early.
Unusually dark.
Kabir sat in his office.
Files scattered.
Security reports flashing on screen.
Riya escaped.
Attacks increased.
And now…
A new name appeared in every report.
"Aarav Sinha"
Kabir's eyes narrowed.
"He finally came out…" he muttered.
Just then—
Anaya entered the room.
Holding tea.
"You haven't eaten," she said softly.
Kabir didn't look up.
"This isn't normal anymore."
Anaya placed the cup beside him.
"What happened?"
Kabir finally looked at her.
"Someone is playing a long game."
He paused.
"And he knows you."
Anaya froze slightly.
"…Me?"
Kabir nodded slowly.
"Aarav Sinha."
Anaya repeated the name softly.
"I've never heard it…"
Kabir's jaw tightened.
"You will."
Meanwhile—
A faraway penthouse.
A glass of whiskey.
Dark city lights.
A man stood by the window.
Calm.
Elegant.
Dangerous.
Aarav Sinha.
He smiled slightly.
"So… she's here."
Behind him—
Riya stood.
Silent.
"He is stronger than expected," she said.
Aarav didn't turn.
"That's the point."
Riya frowned.
"What do you mean?"
Aarav finally looked at her.
Cold eyes.
"Breaking strong men is boring…"
"But breaking them through love…"
He smiled faintly.
"…is art."
Riya's expression changed.
"You want Anaya?"
Aarav shook his head.
"No."
"I want Kabir Malhotra to destroy himself."
Silence.
Riya understood.
He wasn't after power.
He was after emotions.
Pain.
Love.
Weakness.
Back at the mansion—
Anaya felt uneasy.
Kabir noticed instantly.
"What?"
She hesitated.
"I don't know… I just feel something bad is coming."
Kabir stood up.
Walked closer.
He gently held her face.
"Listen to me."
She looked at him.
"No matter what comes…"
"I won't let anything touch you."
Anaya smiled slightly.
"You always say that."
Kabir's eyes softened.
"Because I mean it."
Suddenly—
A loud explosion sound echoed outside.
Kabir's expression changed instantly.
His phone rang.
"Sir! Attack on west gate!"
Kabir turned sharp.
"Lock the mansion. Now."
Anaya's heart dropped.
"It's him…" she whispered.
Kabir grabbed his gun.
Then looked at her.
"Stay inside."
Anaya shook her head.
"No."
Kabir's eyes darkened.
"Anaya—"
She stepped forward.
"I told you…"
"I'm not your weakness anymore."
Silence.
Kabir stared at her for a moment.
Then nodded slowly.
"Stay behind me."
Outside—
Chaos.
Smoke.
Gunfire.
And in the middle of it—
Aarav Sinha stepped out of a black car.
Calm.
Smiling.
"Let's begin…" he said softly.
"And see how long love survives."
Inside the mansion—
Kabir and Anaya stood side by side.
For the first time—
Not just lovers.
But warriors.