CHAPTER20 [BREAKING POINT]
The car keeps moving at high speed.
Aarohi’s heart is still racing.
Her mind—
Full of questions.
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She finally turns towards him.
Eyes filled with confusion.
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“Tum wapas kab aaye? (When did you come back?)”
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He smirks slightly.
Like he already expected that question.
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“Tumhe kya laga… tum nahi bataogi to mujhe pata nahi chalega? (What did you think… if you didn’t tell me, I wouldn’t find out?)”
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Aarohi frowns.
Still trying to process everything.
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“Pehle mujhe to pata hona chahiye na… (At least I should know first…)”
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He looks at her—
Serious now.
No teasing.
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“Ye batao… ab karna kya hai? (Tell me… what do we do now?)”
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Aarohi stays silent.
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“Chalo wapas London chalte hai. (Let’s go back to London.)”
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Her eyes widen.
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“Ye possible hai? (Is that even possible?)”
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He nods calmly.
Like everything is already planned.
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“Haan… maine tickets le rakhi hai. (Yes… I’ve already booked the tickets.)”
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Aarohi looks at him—
Shocked.
Confused.
But somewhere—
A little relieved.
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Meanwhile—
At the wedding hall—
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Everything still looks perfect.
Lights.
Guests.
Music.
Smiles.
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Sana enters the hall.
Happy—
Yet slightly restless.
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On the other side—
Vihaan’s mother walks towards Aarohi’s mom with a warm smile.
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“Kaha hai meri bahu? (Where is my daughter-in-law?)”
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Aarohi’s mom smiles back—
“Haan… abhi bride room me hai. (Yes… she’s in the bride room right now.)”
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But reality—
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Is far from what she just said.
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Because the bride—
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Is already gone.
The car speeds through the empty road—
But suddenly—
Everything starts changing.
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Signals stop working.
Traffic freezes.
Air traffic control gets a sudden halt order.
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Because—
One command was enough.
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Vihaan.
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His anger—
Now dangerous.
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He stands still for a moment—
Then raises his hand slightly.
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And everything—
Stops.
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No cars moving.
No flights taking off.
No exits left.
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Back in the car—
Aarohi feels something is wrong.
Too quiet.
Too controlled.
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Meanwhile—
Vihaan slowly lifts his phone.
A dark smirk forming on his lips.
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"No car will move.”
"No plane will take off.”
“Everything stops.”
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His voice—
Calm.
But deadly.
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Within seconds—
Orders are followed.
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He leans back slightly.
Eyes filled with obsession.
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“Ab dekho, miss aarohi… (Now watch, miss aarohi…)”
“Kya hota hai bhagne ki saza. (What happens when you try to run.)”
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His grip tightens on the phone.
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“Tumhe saza milegi… (You will be punished…)”
“Aur bhagane wale ko maut. (And the one who helped you… will face death.)”
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A pause.
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Then—
A cold whisper.
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“Tayyar rehna… (Be ready…)”
“Shaadi to aaj hi hogi. (The wedding will happen today itself.)”
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His smirk deepens.
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Because for Vihaan—
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This was never a choice.
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It was always—
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An order.
All the roads—
Blocked.
Checkpoints everywhere.
Police ahead.
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The car slows down.
Both of them realize—
This isn’t normal.
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Aarohi clenches her fists.
Frustration + fear building inside her.
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“Ab kya kare? (What do we do now?)”
“Is shaitan ne sab freeze kara diya hai… (That devil has frozen everything…)”
“Aage police bhi khadi hai… (There’s police ahead too…)”
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Her breathing gets heavier.
She starts panicking.
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Zayan immediately looks at her—
Concerned.
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“Tu pehle shant ho jaa… (Calm down first…)”
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Aarohi shakes her head.
Almost on the edge.
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“Kaise shant ho jaun? (How do I calm down?)”
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Zayan runs a hand through his hair—
Trying to think fast.
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“Ruk… main kuch sochta hoon… (Wait… let me think…)”
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And this is—
Zayan Khurana.
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Aarohi’s best friend.
Her constant.
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They studied together in London.
Became doctors together.
Fought, laughed, survived everything—
Together.
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Their bond—
Unbreakable.
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Aarohi looks at him—
A mix of anger and worry.
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“Tu na hamesha mujhe fasa deta hai… (You always get me into trouble…)”
“Aur khud bhi fas jaata hai… (And you get stuck yourself too…)”
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Then suddenly—
Her expression changes.
More serious.
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“Tu aisa kar… isi gaadi me reh. (You stay in this car…)”
“Main bahar jaati hoon… (I’ll go outside…)”
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Zayan instantly looks at her—
Shocked.
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“Warna wo shaitan tujhe chodega nahi… (Otherwise that devil won’t spare you…)”
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Silence.
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Heavy.
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And this—
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Is just the beginning.
Zayan immediately turns towards her—
Eyes wide.
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“Tu pagal hai kya? (Are you crazy?)”
“Bahar jayegi? (You’ll go outside?)”
“Usse shaadi karni hai kya tujhe? (Do you want to marry him or what?)”
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Aarohi rolls her eyes—
Even in this situation.
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“Aise serious is time me bhi tujhe mazak sujh raha hai? (Even in such a serious moment, you’re joking?)”
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She opens the car door slightly—
Determination clear on her face.
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“Main ja rahi hoon… (I’m going…)”
“Tu bahar nahi aayega. (You are not stepping out.)”
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Zayan quickly grabs her wrist—
Trying to stop her.
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“Aarohi, ruk— (Aarohi, wait—)”
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But before he can say anything—
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She looks straight into his eyes.
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And softly says—
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“Tujhe hamari dosti ki kasam… (I swear you on our friendship…)”
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Silence.
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Zayan freezes.
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Because he knows—
She never uses that.
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His grip slowly loosens.
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Jaw tight.
Eyes filled with helpless anger.
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And just like that—
He lets go.
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Aarohi steps out of the car—
Walking straight into the trap—
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While Zayan sits there—
Unable to move.
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Because sometimes—
The strongest bonds—
Become the biggest weakness.
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