Inside the locked room—
Ayaan sat quietly.
Scared.
But trying to be brave.
"Papa will come," he whispered to himself.
And he wasn't wrong.
Outside—
Aarav's patience snapped.
"Enough games," he said coldly.
Raghav smirked.
"Then let's play for real."
He snapped his fingers.
The door to the room opened.
Aarav's eyes locked onto Ayaan.
Relief.
Fury.
Love.
All at once.
"Ayaan!"
"Papa!" Ayaan cried.
Aarav stepped forward—
But was blocked.
"Not so fast," Raghav said.
A gun appeared in his hand.
Pointed directly at Ayaan.
Everything stopped.
Aarav's voice dropped.
Dangerously calm.
"Put it down."
Raghav smiled.
"Or what?"
Silence.
Deadly.
Then Aarav said—
"You've already lost."
Raghav laughed.
"Have I?"
His finger moved slightly on the trigger.
Ananya's voice suddenly echoed from the entrance—
"STOP!"
Both men turned.
Ananya stood there.
Breathing heavily.
Eyes filled with fear—
And determination.
Aarav's heart dropped.
"Why are you here?!"
She stepped forward.
"Because this isn't just your fight."
Raghav smiled slowly.
"Perfect," he said.
"Now the whole family is here."
The gun shifted—
Now pointing between them.
"Let's see who matters more."