Aarav's grip tightened on the phone.
"That's not possible," he said coldly.
Raghav chuckled.
"You really thought it would end that easily?"
Silence.
Dangerous.
"You're in prison," Aarav said.
"For now."
A pause.
"But not for long."
Aarav's jaw clenched.
"What do you want?"
Raghav's voice turned darker.
"Everything you rebuilt."
The call ended.
Aarav stood still.
Heart racing.
Mind calculating.
Because this wasn't just a threat.
It was a warning.
And back at home—
Ananya stood by the window.
Watching Ayaan play.
A small smile on her face.
Unaware.
That the past—
Wasn't done with them yet.