"AAYAAN!"
Ananya's scream echoed again and again.
But the house remained silent.
Empty.
Cold.
Aarav moved fast—checking every room, every corner.
Nothing.
No sign of struggle.
Just the broken window.
And silence.
His jaw tightened.
"They planned this."
Ananya clutched his arm.
"Find him… please… Aarav…"
Her voice broke completely.
Aarav turned to her.
For the first time—
He saw pure fear.
And it shattered something inside him.
"I will," he said firmly.
His phone rang.
Unknown number.
Both of them froze.
Aarav answered.
"Where is my son?"
A low chuckle came through.
"Your son?"
Raghav.
Aarav's grip tightened.
"If you touch him—"
"Relax," Raghav interrupted.
"He's alive… for now."
Ananya gasped.
"What do you want?" Aarav asked coldly.
Raghav's voice turned dark.
"You."