Raghav clapped slowly.
"Beautiful," he mocked.
"Really emotional."
His grip tightened on the gun.
"But useless."
He pointed it at Aarav.
"Let's end this."
Ananya's world stopped.
"No—"
Before anyone could react—
A gunshot echoed.
Aarav staggered.
But didn't fall.
Instead—
Raghav's expression changed.
Shock.
Confusion.
He looked down.
Blood spread across his own chest.
Another gunshot echoed.
Police.
They had arrived.
Chaos erupted.
Officers rushed in.
"DROP YOUR WEAPON!"
Raghav stumbled back.
"You…" he muttered, looking at Aarav.
Aarav didn't move.
Didn't blink.
Because his focus was only one thing—
"Ayaan!"
He rushed forward.
Ignoring everything else.
Ignoring the danger.
Ignoring the pain.
And pulled his son into his arms.