The guards took Ahana to Aarav’s villa, specifically his penthouse.

After a while, Ahana began to regain consciousness, her memory of the events just before she fainted slowly coming back to her.

As she looked around the room, she noticed a bridal attire, bangles, and everything associated with a bride lying next to her bed. The sight filled her with confusion and anger.

Is this Shiv’s plan to kidnap me?

she thought.

How could he do this to me?Her emotions overwhelmed her, and she broke down in tears, consumed by the betrayal she felt.

After five minutes of crying, in a fit of rage, Ahana threw the bridal lehenga towards the door. At that moment, the door swung open, and a man clad in black stood in the doorway.

Ahana stood up, her voice trembling with anger.

“Why have you kidnapped me?

Why are you doing this?” she demanded.

The bodyguard replied,

“Boss ordered us to do this, ma’am. You have to get ready within 30 minutes for the wedding.”

Ahana’s eyes filled with suspicion and desperation.

“Whose wedding are you talking about?

I know Shiv must have arranged this, but tomorrow is supposed to be my wedding with him. He has already betrayed me, and I don’t want to marry anyone now,” she said, her voice breaking.

The bodyguard took out his phone and showed her a video.

Ahana’s face went pale as she watched the footage.

Her brother was surrounded by several men, tied up, and visibly in distress. He was crying out in pain, pleading for his life and begging for Ahana, their parents, or anyone to save him, lest they kill him.

Tears streamed down Ahana’s face as she begged,

“Please, leave my brother. He’s innocent. Why are you doing this?”

The guard responded firmly,

“Ma’am, please get ready within 20 minutes. If the boss gets angry, it will be bad for both you and your brother.”

With that, the bodyguard left, taking his phone with him.

Ahana stood frozen, feeling like a statue, cursing her fate.

"Why, God? Why me always? What have I done? First Shiv betrays me, and now I don’t even know if he’s behind this,”

she muttered, her voice filled with despair.

She had no choice but to comply.

Who are these people? Why do they refer to Shiv as their boss? Is there someone else involved?

She wondered, shaking her head.

“Whatever. My life seems to be falling apart a second time, but I have to save my brother no matter what.”

With resolve, she took the bridal attire into the washroom, determined to do whatever it took to protect her brother.

Ahana emerged from the washroom after twenty minutes, dressed in a red bridal lehenga adorned with red bangles.

Her hair was styled in a simple messy bun, and she wore her jewelry,

draping herself in a dupatta like a saree.

She looked like a beautiful bride, her natural glow shining through despite the lack of makeup.

Standing in front of the mirror, she made a silent vow to herself.

“I will not leave you, Mr. Whoever you are. You are forcing me into this wedding, but you will never have me as your wife.”

Her heart was heavy with despair, and tears streamed down her face. She cursed her destiny, questioning

why she had to marry a stranger.

Is this the result of loving someone truly?

She thought, the weight of her brother's plight heavy on her shoulders.

Suddenly, the door creaked open.

A tall man in a blue shirt and black trousers stood in the doorway,

his expression cold and unreadable.

Ahana’s eyes widened in fear as she took in his striking appearance.

He looked like a Greek god, incredibly handsome and charming. His face was partially obscured by a black mask, leaving only his eyes visible.

He stepped into the room and approached Ahana with a mixture of softness and harshness in his voice.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

Ahana, both scared and angry, took a cautious step back.

The man, with a devilish smile that only he understood, said,

“You are going to be my wife soon. So what are you afraid of?”

He drew closer and spoke in a cold, commanding tone.

“Let’s go and get married now, or you know very well what will happen to your little brother.”

A sinister smile spread across his face, leaving Ahana trembling with fear.

She knew she had no choice but to comply, the threat to her brother looming over her like a dark cloud.

In a surge of defiance, Ahana pushed Aarav away and slapped him hard across the face.

Her anger was palpable.

“You cannot force me into this marriage, you idiot. You are a demon!” she shouted.

Aarav's eyes flared with rage.

His fists clenched tightly, and he glared at her with a menacing intensity.

“How dare you?

You slapped THE AARAV RATHORE?? Do you have no regard for your brother's life?”

His voice was cold and threatening, accompanied by a cruel smile.

Fear gripped Ahana as she realized the gravity of the threat.

What if he really kills my brother?

she thought, her heart pounding.

No, I can’t let that happen. I have to escape.

With a desperate resolve,

Ahana pushed Aarav and hurried toward the door. In a final act of defiance, she grabbed a flower vase and hurled it in Aarav's direction.

Aarav, however, caught the vase effortlessly, as if he had anticipated her move.

Despite his anger, he maintained a dangerous smile, his expression reflecting both his frustration and amusement.

Ahana bolted out of the room, her mind racing with plans of escape.

Aarav’s sinister smile remained, knowing that the game was far from over.

Ends..

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