Shattered to Be His

41| Messing games.

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Muskaane jhoothi hain

Pehchaane jhoothi hain

Aayansh's sudden presence leaves Tara baffled, her body stiffens like cement being injected into her spinal cord as she blinks again while his severe gaze is locked onto hers with an Intimate sensuality.

Their noses touching each other and warm breaths fanning on their faces as he ends the distance between them.

How can Aayansh reach here after ignoring her throughout the time?

Did he forget everything?

Is it really a hallucination or dream?

Her vision blurs as darkness seeps in her sight while aayansh's eyes are scanning her facial gestures, as if he was yearning for it- yearning for her.

Soon she faints on his chest as she was already dizzy since the Morning, and her dearest husband added to it more impressively.

Staring at her faint face, aayansh tugs a strand of hair behind her ear and then lifts her in a bridal style carefully. He lays her in bed and the moment he's about to detach slightly, her hold on his hand stops him.

His eyes shift to her face again and after roving throughout her angelic facial features, freezes at her cherry pink lips. A craving builds in him as he leans towards her lips slowly, clearly intending to mark them when his phone call interrupts.

"Fucker" Aayansh curses under his breath and takes a deep breath control himself. He wouldn't have bothered about the call but the game he's playing, he himself has to control everything in it.

Pecking Tara's lips, he picks the call and Asher from the other end informs "Boss, Arsh Jindal is in Nigeria and maybe, Tarun Jindal too."

An evil smirk stretches across aayansh's lips as he mutters under his breath "Smart brother-in-law."

Aayansh closes his eyes and cracks neck slightly as he orders Asher "Make sure Dhairya Jindal gets deserving treatment in the jail, and hack Saisha Malhotra's social media and confidentials."

He's aware that saisha is underground right now but she'll need her confidentials to keep herself safe, and that's how she's trapped. She'll use corrupted information and would dig a deep shit for herself, unaware that her death is chasing her way closely.

"Got it, boss" Asher acknowledges and Aayansh disconnects.

He looks back at Tara, his expressions soften but only he knows what's going on in the back of his mind.

Tara is sitting in her vanity, at the venue where her first recording session is going to be held in the world music fair which is a dream of every aspiring voice artist or singers but clearly very few people get the chance to even have involvement in this- performing at this stage is far away.

She got the chance by her own efforts, which she was putting in since she was of sixteen only.

But her mind is preoccupied by whatever happened in the morning, because when she woke up, there was no sign of Aayansh around and only two maids were standing there.

The stylists and makeup artists are getting her ready and finally she looks at herself in the mirror.

An off shoulder black gown is adorning her, the comfortable fabric elegantly styled around her curves and loosening at the bottom. Smokey eye makeup, wine colour lipstick, slightly curled brown hair falling free on her left shoulder and black diamond pearl earrings complete her looks.

She's looking like a Diva at this moment- confident yet experienced.

"Your look is ready, ma'am" one of the stylists remarks and Tara forces a smile at her.

Before the start, female caretakers around her make sure that she's hydrated all the time and eats something every little while.

She stands near the balcony, taking in the beautiful view out when her phone rings and at the same moment, the organiser informs Tara of her appearance/performing time which is the same.

Taking a deep breath and then making her away towards it, she picks the call and Alie from the other side yells out of excitement "Nervous?"

"Nervous my ass, I'm just a bit scared Alie" She sighs, guiding herself to the elite hall.

"Scared for what, huh?"

"I don't know" She bites out, her voice firm but slow "I'm just feeling that something wrong is going to happen, and you know whenever I feel likewise, something disastrous happens for real."

"Give your mind a calm, sweetheart," Alie assures "You must be missing arsh bro and uncle, right?"

"You're right, I miss my bro and dad so much, like so damn much. I wanted them to be here, see me accomplishing my dream which was not only mine, theirs too. But I'm alone." She fills in, a hint of disappointment in her voice.

"Um.. maybe god has better plans for you all's reunion" Alie says "But leave all this bestie, do you know who is the biggest trustee of this world fair?"

"Who?" Tara frowns as she reaches the elite hall, where she's going to meet the elites of this world fair and then her performance.

"Who.. who?"

"Spill lowkey" Her frustration fuels up.

As Tara drags her gaze up to the front, her mouth falls open and eyes wide.

Dressed in a black suit, Aayansh is standing regally at the centre with both his hands tugging into the pockets and a sharp, alluring aura surrounding him. His presence radiating a dominance, oppressive and intimidating as if he owns the whole fucking world.

"It's your husband, Aayansh oberoi" Alie completes, while tara is now completely absorbed at the sight in front of her.

"The fuck?" Tara curses under breath, her eyes freezing at Aayansh as she realises what happened in the morning was not a dream, Aayansh is actually present in Nigeria.

Aayansh's eyes instantaneously shift to Tara and his gaze scans her from top to bottom, slight knowing smirk tugging onto his lips as he studies her demeanor while the other trustees take their respective seats.

Masking the flood in her, tara steps towards him and the other elites of the event with a confident smile lightening up her face, holding her professionalism which is the most important.

She forwards her hand towards Aayansh formally and Aayansh shakes it with his, saying "Best of luck, Mrs. Tara Aayansh Oberoi."

"I don't need any luck, Mr. Aayansh Oberoi, my voice speaks volumes." She responds confidently.

"Voice can definitely make you win here, but fate will decide where you go further, and your fate is sealed to me." Aayansh murmurs, his voice mysterious and it doesn't take much time for Tara to understand that Aayansh wasn't talking about the music fair.

Bewildered, Tara doesn't say anything but her eyes are glued to his while Aayansh's lips stretch into a slight smile.

When she forwards hand towards the other trustees and elites to greet them, they don't even raise eyes up to her and Tara again looks at Aayansh who is smirking at her actions. She lets out a sigh of irritation, knowing it's all happening because of her husband.

The rest artists and performers sit on the other side where their separate sitting has been made, while tara has to sit with aayansh unwillingly.

The artists start performing their variant voice arts-whether it's songs, notes or iconic rthyms.

The venue is elegantly adorned in a faint grey-blue theme because every known name of the music industry is present here with both the experienced and new artists.. Each personality radiates a decent aura.

"Subah tum hi aaye the na room mein, khwaab bankar kya saabit karna chahte ho Aayansh?" Tara murmurs, her voice unwavering but her eyes remain in the front.

"You're forgetting wife; Tumhare khwaab aur hakitat dono par sirf mera hak hai, aur uske liye mujhe kuch saabit karne ki zarurat nahi hai." Aayansh answers, his eyes glued to Tara as he doesn't give a shit about any other thing here.

"Yeah right, that too in your own dream world" Tara says sarcastically, forcing her lips into a smile.

Aayansh grabs her inner thigh abruptly under the table, making her gulp as his hand is just an inch away from her clothed pussy.

His hold dominant as his fingers brushes against her sensitive skin and with a devilish smirk twitching the corners of his lips, he answers "Would love answering that while being inside you, baby. "

Tara almost chokes on the air but she normalises herself the next moment, while aayansh's smirk deepens at her reaction.

The first half of the event goes like this only, now it's the time for artists to take some rest. Tara's performance is in the second half and she's still sitting in the elite hall as she doesn't want to go out while Aayansh is talking with the formal authorities.

Tara is playing games on the tab for the timepass, fruits and juice is kept on the table in front of her and when she gets bored, she moves her eyes throughout to look for Aayansh but her eyes lay on the girl standing a distance away from her and staring at Aayansh.

After seeing this young girl (who is the performer herself), anyone can say that she's lost in her own dream world with aayansh.

Frustration builds in Tara after seeing her and her fists clenches, but for the first five minutes, she tries her best not to react.

But at the sixth minute, she stands up from the couch and walks straight to her. She taps on her shoulder from behind and when the girl turns to her, hiding the frustration in the back of her mind, Tara greets "Hey sweetie"

"Hey" The girl presses a smile at her and Tara continues "Actually I'm the one and only wife and mother of his future child on whom you were drooling over. So in this regard, I would love advising you to stare at him for some more seconds if you don't find your life precious."

"Uh.. no, I was just-" The girl hesitates and Tara hinders her saying "You were just or you are just, this doesn't matter right; what matters is my husband doesn't like anyone's gaze on him other than me."

The girl gets ashamed and then murmurs slowly "oh..Sorry,"

Tara just forces a decent smile at her and then makes her way to the washroom to freshen up.

And here comes my dream moment.. my turn to perform for the first time officially.

Music has been a part of my life since I didn't even know a single thing about it, and today when I'm here, I'm nervous as fuck.

A while ago, I was not- not a bit.

But now Aayansh is here and I have to perform in front of him.

So clearly, he's the reason for my nervousness.

I mean as an artist, I shouldn't feel like that but performing in front of my husband is going to be difficult for sure.

The stage is ready for me to arrive but my feet are literally shivering, I can't look at Aayansh because I know it might fuel my nervousness.

A guitarist is accompanying me because I'm not going to play my own, though I love to use my guitar while singing.

But today my sole focus is gonna be on my voice.

My name has already been announced and finally I stand, wearing a smile on my face as I walk towards the stage.

After two of the English songs, now I'm going to sing a hindi song.

Aayansh's gaze on me is so overwhelming, a proud smile blooming his charming face which makes me feel; I don't know what exactly I'm feeling at this very moment of my life.

He was a nightmare and became a dream, a dream which haunts me and I still cherish it.

I hope my brother and father are seeing me from the live, obviously they would never ignore this moment of our lives.

I hold the mike close to my lips, the divine sensations enveloping me as the tune plays along and fills the silence around.

I give a slight glance around with a serene smile.

Pin drop silence is hovering all over and it feels like everyone is desperate for me to start, like they want to hear me wholeheartedly which builds some confidence in me.

The crescendo of my pitch fills in the surroundings as I let myself drown in the delicacy of my voice and start with the lyrics slowly.

Rehnuma, Rehnuma

Tu jo mila, sab mil gaya

My voice echoes within the calmness here, shimmering under it and air around feels so magical, serene like you are sitting under thousands of glimmering stars and breeze casting off your body with such intensity which makes you feel alive, truly alive.

Dil ki namazen jaa ke

Pahuchi falak se aage

To jaa ke payaTujhko

Mere rehnuma...

Mujhko mera

Rab mil gaya

My eyes collide with aayansh who is staring at me as if I'm his whole world. His intense gaze does something in my belly, butterflies? No. It's something deep which I'm feeling throughout my body but I can't let it hover as I continue.

Baahon se aage tere

Duniya nahi h meri

Rakhle yahi tu mujhko

Mere rehnuma...

I can't deny how aayansh has possessed me that only his face is coming in my mind while singing the lyrics. His arms are my comfort, his gaze is my weakness where I melt every time.

Jo na bhaaye, teri nazar ko

Dekhungi na main, phir wo nazara

Tu jo mile to, chhodh dun khud ko

Tujhme kahi h mera kinara

I tighten my hold over the mike out of sudden nervousness but don't let my pitch down because of that.

The air around feels thick, consuming and I feel like only Aayansh and I are present here. With me in his arms, like I'm used to every morning.

Bas tu hi tu, mujhe yaad hai

Dil ki namazen jaa ke

Pahuchi falak se aage

To jaa ke pata tujhko

Mere rehnuma...

But a realisation makes my breath hitch and heart shudder.

My dress is sliding down from behind.

It was not perfectly fixed so I myself fixed it in the washroom a while ago, thinking it's just a matter of a while- But.

Fuck me for this.

What should I do now?

I'm at the stage and a bit of nervousness on my face would ruin everything, every effort.

God, help me out please.

Still I display myself normal, I'm trying. I look at aayansh who's gaze is at me only, I need him.

My eye gestures won't work, but he knows me better than I know myself. My hands clutching the fabric of my gown with all the strength as I realise the situation is going out of the hands.

The authorities get up, admiring my performance in the mid only while I remain freezing at my place. But as Aayansh walks to me, my heartbeats quickens like a rollercoaster and my skin tights like thousands of needles being injected into me at once.

He's the senior trustee so he was going to acknowledge my performance, so is he coming for that?

Aayansh Reaches me, every eye here is on us while I try to sense what he's going to do.

He places his hand on my almost bare back, his sudden touch makes a current run through me as he pulls me close to him. My breasts collide against his chest and my hands instinctively land on his broad shoulders, I shift my eyes from him to around us.

The music is clouding the smoky surroundings, guitarists are still playing their notes as the performance hasn't ended yet.

The thought of it all ruining makes my blood chill as I panic like I never did. While Aayansh's eyes are bored onto me, he knows what's going on in me, my condition.

"ayan, my dress-" He hinders me calmly but severely "Shh, relax" His hand is still on my back.

I look into his eyes, an assurance rises in me that nothing wrong won't happen, he won't let it.

But how? The world is seeing us.

Aayansh's hand moves from my back to my waist, encircling my curves and I can't help but blush by the way he's holding me.

This is not the time to romance, Horny Oberoi- I scream in my mind.

But then, he does something which proves why I call him that.

Aayansh lifts my chin with his two fingers and crashes his lips on mine, leaving me awestruck. As his lips come in contact with mine, I clutch the fabric of his blazer in my hands tightly and my eyes shuts close with the intensity he's claiming me in front of everyone.

Not even in my wildest dream I thought he would do this, and that too here when we are exposed to the world.

The spotlight casts its soft glow on us while I'm wrapped in his arms.

The air around thickens, music melodies mingling within our heartbeats and world around us fades away, like we have entered some other place. The place which belongs to us, only Me and Him.

His lips sensually move against mine as he flips me to the other side, hiding me behind his broad frame and making sure that my crimson turned face is not visible throughout our intimate exposure.

My whole body burns with his Intimate touch and caress while he kisses me deeply, I don't kiss him back, I can't. His lips are drinking mine with a burning desire as if he wants to consume me the whole.

Without breaking our lips contact, Aayansh takes off his blazer while I'm still hidden behind him, he covers my shoulders and back with his blazer and I grab it immediately.

It feels like the universe has conspired for this moment of ours, and its angels are themselves cherishing it.

Once I'm secure, ayan pulls away but he still doesn't let others eyes cast on me as I struggle to normalise my uneven breathing when I hear his voice announcing "The event is done, so you all-leave."

"Did you both just kiss in front of everyone?" Alie mutters nonchalantly from the other end of the call and my cheeks heat up out of nowhere.

"No, he just fixed my dress." I say, internally dying because of butterflies as I pick one of his hoodies from the closet and wear it.

"Fuck you lier, I have seen the whole Live and your dreamy kiss too, though we couldn't see your face." She mutters in the same enthusiastic tone.

"Actually" I chew my bottom lip, "I never thought he would kiss me there, and it was all so sudden that I barely got the time to breathe with relaxation."

"Um hm.. but I'm fuckin jealous of you" Alie murmurs, making my eyes narrow.

"Be jealous, I can't help it" I say, flipping my hair as I lay in bed on my stomach.

"Friend or enemy?" She croaks and I giggle, answering "Frenemy,"

"By the way, I'm disconnecting as I have some work to finish with" I conclude and she teases "'Some' Deep inside work which you left midway on the stage, I guess?"

"Fuck off" I disconnect and turn to the other side, staring towards the balcony and then around.

I'm alone again, after the event I straightly arrived at the hotel and don't know where Aayansh is.

But he's no longer ignoring me, maybe everything would be alright now, between us and my family too.

Once I convince Aayansh (which is the most difficult thing) then I'll talk to bro and I know he will understand me, like he always does.

Yes, I'll make the things right this time.

I'm lost in my own thoughts when a knock on the door gets me back and my eyes shift there instantaneously. It must be the dinner which I ordered almost five minutes ago, the hunger in me takes over as I stand and rush towards the door to open it.

A formally dressed servant greets me but as my eyes gets on the food trolley, my mood spoils like a bitter gourd. I ordered chilli fries, cream donuts and grilled ravioli but on the trolley, there are only green vegetable dishes and porridge.

When I complain about this to the manager, she answers that this food is especially menued for me and they can't serve anything else.

Ugh, this husband of mine.

Sometimes I just feel like killing him.

Since I have no option left, I let her serve all this grass on the coffee table. But I'm still getting bored and craving to do something exciting, something I used to do in my childhood.

Whenever I felt low or got bored, I used to lock myself in my room with all the lights off and watch a horror movie alone. Covering the whole of myself with a blanket and leaving only face to make sure that the surroundings were as scary as the movie.

Though it always scared the shit out of me, but then when I used to get scared or had nightmares, I always rushed to bro's room at midnight and he used to make me sit on his lap and caress my hair until I fell asleep.

Sometimes, he also used to watch horror movies with me like that.

I miss those days, so much.

I shake my head to get all this out of me and prepare the set up to recreate all that.

Turning off all the lights, creating horrific silence around, settling the dinner on my bed and then I cover myself with the blanket, leaving only the face as I turn on the television and pick one of the scariest movie- Sinister.

God, save me tonight.

As the movie plays along while I have my dinner, trying my best not to get scared. The truth is, it's scaring the hell out of me but no way I'm going to back out, I'll see the whole movie with a straight face.

But I've heard that the baby feels the same emotions which the mother feels or goes through, so if I'm scared that means my baby is feeling the same.

No way, it's not good. I turn off the television and on the lights to make me feel better.

It's not like I'm scared, but I have to take care about my baby too.

Don't get me wrong.

With the lights on, I lay in the bed and try to sleep as the day was already hectic and I need rest. I'm not habitual of sleeping alone, but from the past days, I became the one.

Whenever I try to gather some peace, my mind has to go on a overthinking trip about the things which are not even happened.

I turn the position, finding the comforting one and don't realise when the sleep takes me in.

More than half of the night has already passed, tara is engrossed in her sleep, covering more than half of the king size bed as she's habitual of throwing legs and hands while sleeping.

But is she sleeping alone?

Obviously NOT.

She sighs in her sleep, mumbling in a low voice with irritation "Fuck you, Aayansh oberoi."

"You are welcome to do that." Someone whispers near her face and she sighs, then mumbles again "I'm not sleeping with you from to.. tonight."

"Tonight and every night of yours is mine, not to sleep of course," This deep voice echoes in her ears once again.

"Um.. okay" she giggles in her sleep but then abruptly, she throws a kick to that side from where this voice was coming.

But someone grabs her foot ankle in his hand at the same moment, making her wince as he kisses her there. Sighing, tara rubs her eyes due to the sudden touch and then she opens her eyes slowly.

She blinks her eyes for a minute and roves her gaze everywhere again, no one is in sight.

Silence.

Complete silence.

Though lights are on, a noise brings her eyes to the balcony where the momentous breeze is entering the room, with darkness out and making the curtains flap against it.

It's like the same scene which she saw in the movie, the girl was alone in her room and the curtains were flapping at the night the same way.

Tara gulps her saliva as she gets up on the bed only, murmuring "Anyone's here?"

No answer, just the sound of flapping curtains with the sharp breezing is heard around.

She relaxes a bit, just when a faint sound from the bathroom reaches her and her eyes flick wide.

"Who's there?" She stands up on the bed, not leaving the blanket throughout.

She's afraid and this is now clear on her face, while aayansh is now standing leaning against the balcony's door with his arms crossed as he enjoys her childish reactions quietly.

Curtains shudder again and this time, a sharp sound enters the room from out, making her almost jump at her place.

"Aayansh, tum ho na yahan?" She mutters under her breath, her eyes scanning the room while Aayansh smirks devilishly looking at her.

No sound this time, pin drop silence.

"Aayansh please, saamne aao" She slowly gets off the bed and walks here and there to calm herself. Meanwhile Aayansh stands the other side as it is, eyeing her closely.

The blanket drops down her body and Aayansh's eyes snaps to her exposed thighs over the hoodie she's wearing, his dark smirk deepens as he drinks in the delicacy of her velvety body.

He picks up a rubber pad silently and throws it towards the bed, leaving a churning sound which makes Tara alert further.

This time, she straightly rushes towards the table and picks her phone to call Alie who is staying in the floor down hers.

Panicking, Tara immediately dials alie's number and she picks in the second ring. Without giving her a chance to speak, tara breaks out "Alie please can you-"

Before she can urge, she feels a shock at her hand and then... an abrupt and strong pull of her body into someone's arms.

For a moment, she can't register what just happened while those strong arms are encircling her both safely and possessively.

She lifts her head slowly only to find herself in Aayansh's arms whose gaze is serious now, like something is burning in him.

She doesn't say a word, a mix bewilderment and comfort lingering in her as Aayansh holds her close, caressing her back to keep her relaxed.

"Why were you scaring me?" She complains, pulling away slightly. "Haw, wait! How did you even come here?"

"You don't need to know that," Aayansh hands gripping her waist authoritatively and his gaze is still burning "And if I'm not present around you, that doesn't invite you to call someone else near, clear wife?"

She agrees and aayansh presses a kiss against her cheek, whispering "That's my good girl"

Tara mumbles lazily "You know when I was sleeping, I felt like someone injected a needle in my neck." Aayansh's eyes drop to her neck which contains a fresh hickey which he just gave a while ago.

Caressing her neck, a smirk tugging on his lips as he murmurs "But you are already habitual to an injection," Aayansh bites her earlobe and whispers "A thick.. very thick injection."

For a minute, she can't grab the meaning of his words but when she does, her eyes flick wide and she throws a fragile punch on his chest as she mumbles again "I want to eat noodles, aayansh"

She rests her head on his chest, fatigue creeping in her and aayansh looks at her tired face once, then takes her to the couch.

After ordering whole wheat noodles for her, he goes to the balcony for an important call. Meanwhile two servants with noodles's trolley arrive at their door and Aayansh takes it from them.

Tara who is sleepy, ayan makes her sit on his lap on the couch as he feeds her with his hands and she eats the first two bites normally. At the third bite, some tears well down her eyes after realising how much she missed this, missed him and everything about them.

Sobbing, she cuddles him while Aayansh's hold on her tightens as she mumbles "Promise me whatever happens between us, you will never ignore me like that again."

Aayansh pulls her close to him, but he doesn't say anything. Just taking in her addicting fragrance, feeling her like he was yearning for it and drawing her into him to the extent like she'll slip away if his hold loosen on her.

His face is half hidden in her neck as they stay in the same position for a few more moments and then aayansh pulls away, Tara's eyes shifts to his face.

"Eat amour, it's already late." He says while tara is still trying to search something in his eyes, something which is in front of her but she still can't recognise it.

He forwards another bite to her lips and she takes it, then she feeds him with her hand while his eyes are scanning every gesture of her face.

After a few moments, she falls asleep on his lap while cuddling him. His eyes draw to her lips where a noodle is sticking at the corner, aayansh leans on her face and takes it in his mouth from her lips, sucking the corner of her lips hungrily.

He lifts her up and lays her on him in bed.

But his own night spent in taking cold showers because of Tara's sleep habits.

A young man steps in the villa where someone's already sitting in the living area, waiting for him.

"Why have you come here, arsh?" He asks, without turning towards arsh who is staring at him with his gaze both calm and mysterious.

"You're very well aware why I'm here, Mr. Jindal" arsh presses, hiding the rage in the back of his mind "You want tara and I'll bring her to you; But you have to leave Ira mom after that."

"So concerned for my wife and daughter, aren't you?" He frowns evilly.

"Spilling shits won't help you in this," arsh says in a tone dripping firmness, rigidity. "And when you yourself don't hold any sympathy towards your wife whom you have caged for years, you are expecting that from others, strange no?"

"How much I'm sympathetic towards my wife, I don't need to show you that for sure. I love my daughter and nothing can change that." Tarun says, his voice turns severe.

"You love her?" Arsh's fists clenches, his patience slipping "You just fucking need her plasma to get those diamonds, because only tara can do that after Ira mom."

"Smart enough, Arsh Jindal" Tarun grins, moving his chair. "Now don't waste my time and do what you said, bring my daughter to me and I'll leave Ira alive,"

But as arsh's eyes fall on Tara's childhood picture hanging in the front, his expressions soften but something is still hidden in his strange demeanor.

In a dark chamber, slow wincing and groaning sounds of a woman are echoing, the rest of the area is coated with petrifying scary silence.

And the woman here is Saisha Malhotra.

She's lying on the floor like a lifeless doll, though her body doesn't contain a single cut. With a slight blurry vision, she looks around to find where actually she is... Only confusion and terror lingers in her after scanning the area around.

Dark everywhere, calm and scary like walking hell.

But her heart shudders further when the door opens and someone enters there. His presence is dark and intimidating and he's no-one but aayansh.. dressed in a long black coat, black pants, he looks like a dark god- god of death.

His gaze and face are chillingly calm, emotionless as he cracks his neck and indicates something to one of his men. That man turns on the television in front of saisha and her eyes widen with terror as her gaze lays on the screen... One of her many real MMS are playing on it.

Gathering some courage, she turns to aayansh whose back is towards her as she begs "ple- please let g-go, ple-"

"Go" aayansh says, leaving her more terrified and confused as he sits on his chair with his face still unreadable.

With trembling steps, saisha somehow stands up when Aayansh's chilling voice hinders her "But how will you face the world, Saisha Malhotra?

The world is seeing your mms.. your family, colleagues and everyone, is your life really worth living now or do you still want to live while being disgusted with your own deeds? "

Tears well down saisha's eyes as she yells "How could you-" Aayansh cuts her off in a scary, chilling voice "Shh.. Shor pasand nahi hai mujhe."

Aayansh tilts his head and looks at her who is literally shivering at her place, a devilish grin curls his lips as he says "You made my fake video and sent that to my wife; and I telecasted your real because I've a habit of returning double what I get, fair enough, right."

Saisha gulps, fear seizing in her while Aayansh leans on his chair casually as he continues "Now you have two options, either end your life by your own or die everyday out of shame. Five minutes, decide it because you won't be able to breathe at the sixth."

Saisha starts sobbing uncontrollably but Aayansh doesn't give a shit to her condition, ruthlessness dripping from his cold face as he presses the cigar between his lips, lites it up and hits the slow puffs of it.

One of his men keeps a gun in front of saisha and giving a slight glance to it, she lifts her head to Aayansh who is enjoying her condition cruelly.

Three minutes passes, she's still crying at her condition and only her trembling voice is echoing here.

But then abruptly, she picks the gun and shoots towards aayansh.

The gun didn't have the bullets and Aayansh laughs at her stupid action, his dangerous and psychotic laugh echoes there, making each of them tremble at their places.

"Mauka diya tha ek izzatdaar maut Marne ka, lekin mauke ko dhokhe mein badalna tum jaiso ki fitrat hoti hai... Aur dhoka Dene wale ko mauka dena, meri fitrat nahi hai." He says, his face is now severe and hard which makes saisha shudder further.

She falls unconscious then and there only and pausing a while, Aayansh's man checks her breathing and says in a faint, trembling voice "Boss, she- she's dead."

Aayansh's cold, red eyes are fixed at her pale face with not a single expression on his own face as he stands up and orders his men "Seize this factory,"

He makes his way ahead but out of nowhere, stops at the gate and without turning, he shoots at saisha's throat, leaving her wide eyes open with her soul out of the body instantly.

He was aware that she was alive and just pretending by stop breathing for a few minutes. When Aayansh made his way out and she let out a sigh of relief, aayansh shot on her throat the same second, snatching her last breath and leaving people here shocked and terrified at the same time.

"Bada chain hai inn gunaahon se aage." He hums dangerously, giving her a slight glance and then he walks out from there.

Here in the hotel, Tara is roaming here and there as she's feeling uneasy because of nausea creeping in over and over. Due to which she's not able to focus on anything, and with this, she's missing arsh and her father so much.

She wants to talk to them and especially to arsh, but can't contact them directly so she calls Aariv to know about them.

Aariv picks within a single ring and asks gently "Is everything okay, princess, you called so suddenly?"

Hesitating, tara mumbles slowly "All good bhai, actually.. where's dad.. and bro? He must be in the office right?"

She sits on the bed, waiting for his answer.

"You don't know anything?" Aariv questions severely, leaving her confused and tara frowns "Know.. what?"

Aariv takes a deep breath and then says calmly "Uncle is in the jail by your husband's favor, him and boss are against each other and don't know what boss is actually doing but your husband burnt our men alive."

He tells each and every thing to her whatever has happened and is happening.

The floor slips away from beneath tara's feet after hearing all this, each word landing like a tight slap on her face as she used to think that things are messed up just because of misunderstandings and everything will be fine, unaware that it's far worse than her imagination.

Her blood boils and mind races with the sudden shift of awareness and all she needs at this moment is an answer from aayansh, clear answers that what does he want by doing all this.

After talking to Aariv, she somehow gets aayansh's location from asher and impulsively takes the car and leaves from there, unaware what she's inviting by this because aayansh is already not here.

Tara drives carefully throughout, but her mind is clearly running low on patience and she increases the speed slightly.

Since twenty seven minutes, she's been driving towards a mining factory when her phone rings and to her shock, it's arsh's call.

She picks without a second thought but before she can utter a single word, arsh says severely "Come at rialto cliff tara, I want to talk to you."

"But how have you come-" arsh cuts her off "Don't doubt your brother this time, princess."

He disconnects and tara also couldn't deny her brother, so she straight away turns the car towards the said location.

Meanwhile, when she's driving, a weird thing catches her attention.. two cars are following her throughout the whole way, which she noticed a few minutes ago too, but ignored.

But this time she gets alert, when she changes her path or slows down the speed, the two cars behind follow the same.

Gradually, panic builds in her even after trying to keep calm.

Fortunately, her phone rings and it's Aayansh's call this time. Without wasting a second, tara picks it up and aayansh asks in a serious tone "where are you?"

"I- Aayansh two cars are following me, I don't know what's h-happening, I don't know where exactly I'm" she breaks out, her breath coming in rags.

"Don't panic Jaan, I'm coming," Aayansh assures, his voice hard and urgent.

Tara takes a deep breath, holding calm when aayansh asks "Is the road where you are driving chaotic?"

"N-no, it's clear" Tara informs, keeping her speed medium because she knows aayansh won't let anything wrong happen.

Here after getting tara's live location, aayansh sits in his car urgently and starts it as he adds "Good, open your car's dashboard, you have a gun in it."

"What?" Tara frowns but then she takes out the gun from the dashboard.

"Set the car on automatic mode," Aayansh commands, tracking her car's way and a bluetooth is connected to his ear.

She does what he said and aayansh further adds "Are these car in the same row or parted?"

Tara glances behind and then tells urgently "Parted, aayansh jaldi aao please."

"Don't be scared, nothing will happen; hear me, peek your head out slightly and shoot at the first car's front tire." Aayansh guides severely, knowing it would misguide both the cars.

"I can't" she mumbles hopelessly and Aayansh asserts "You can and you will, remember you are not alone."

Somehow gathering the courage, she peeks her head out slightly and shoots at the first car's tire and as it flips, the second also stops with it.

Tara takes a breath of relief just when arsh's call rings her phone and In urgency, Aayansh's call disconnects.