Night.
An abandoned location.
Same as before.
Aarav stepped out of his car.
Alone.
Just like Raghav wanted.
His phone buzzed.
A message.
Location confirmed.
He walked inside.
Slow.
Calm.
Controlled.
But his eyes—
Burned with rage.
"Right on time," Raghav's voice echoed.
Aarav didn't waste a second.
"Where is he?"
Raghav stepped out, smiling.
"Always straight to the point."
Aarav's voice turned deadly.
"Where. Is. My. Son."
Raghav chuckled.
"Safe… for now."
He gestured behind him.
A small room.
Locked.
Aarav's heart pounded.
"Ayaan!"
No response.
Raghav stepped closer.
"You came alone," he said.
"Like you asked."
"Good," Raghav smiled.
"Because this time… there's no escape."
Men surrounded Aarav again.
But this time—
He didn't react.
Because his focus was only one thing.
Ayaan.