CHAPTER10 [EVERYTHING NORMAL]
After security—
Aarohi walks slowly toward the boarding area.
Her steps calm…
But her mind—far from it.
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She reaches the gate.
Sits down quietly.
Hands clasped together.
Eyes lost somewhere far away.
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Around her—
People talking.
Phones ringing.
Announcements echoing.
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But for her—
Everything feels distant.
Muted.
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She takes a deep breath.
Closes her eyes for a moment.
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“Bas… ab sab khatam. (That’s it… everything ends here.)”
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Just then—
“Passengers for flight to London are requested to proceed for boarding.”
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The announcement echoes.
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One by one—
Passengers start boarding.
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Aarohi stands up.
Walks ahead with them.
No hesitation now.
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Inside the flight—
She takes her seat.
Fastens her seatbelt.
Looks straight ahead.
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“Ab bas sab khatam… (Now everything is over…)”
“Ab dobara kabhi yahan nahi lautungi… (I will never return here again…)”
“Sab khatam… (Everything is over…)”
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The plane starts moving.
Slowly—
Then faster.
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And within seconds—
It takes off.
Leaving everything behind.
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On the other side—
Vihaan stands still.
A dark calm in his eyes.
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“Jahan tak jaa sakti ho… jao. (Go as far as you can…)”
A faint smirk appears.
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“Bohot jald… mere paas hogi. (Very soon… you’ll be with me…)”
“Aur mere sawalon ke jawab dogi. (And you’ll answer my questions.)”
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Hours later—
The flight lands in London.
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Aarohi steps out.
Back to the city she calls home.
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She reaches her flat.
Closes the door behind her.
Leans against it.
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Safe.
Or at least—
It feels like it.
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On the other side—
Vihaan gets pulled back into his world.
The mafia world.
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Some confidential secrets get leaked.
Creating chaos.
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And just like that—
His focus shifts.
From her—
To power.
To control.
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Aarohi, too—
Returns to her job.
Back to the hospital.
Back to surgeries.
Back to saving lives.
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Days pass.
Everything seems normal.
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One week.
Then one month.
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Everything…
Feels fine.
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But the calm—
Never lasts.
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The one who leaked the secrets—
Gets caught.
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Tied.
Helpless.
Begging.
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Vihaan stands in front of him.
Cold.
Unmoved.
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“Gaddar ki sirf ek hi saza hoti hai… (A traitor has only one punishment…)”
A pause.
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“Aur woh hai maut. (And that is death.)”
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A gunshot echoes.
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And just like that—
It ends.
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But the real story—
Is just getting started.