CHAPTER 32 [KIDNAP]
Aarohi throws herself back into work.
Files. Patients. Reports.
Anything to stay distracted.
Anything to not think.
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Night.
The hospital slowly gets quiet.
Clock strikes close to 10:45 PM.
Aarohi packs her things.
Tired.
Exhausted.
But determined.
She walks toward the exit.
Almost out—
When suddenly—
Someone grabs her hand.
Hard.
Pulls her back.
Before she can even scream—
A hand covers her mouth.
Her eyes widen in shock.
She struggles—
But within seconds—
Everything goes blank.
Darkness.
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Back entrance of the hospital…
A car speeds away.
Taking her with it.
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Meanwhile…
11 PM.
Vihaan enters the mansion.
Loosens his tie.
Walks straight to the room.
“Aarohi—”
No response.
He frowns.
Checks the washroom.
Empty.
His expression changes instantly.
He comes downstairs quickly.
“Maa, Aarohi kahan hai?”
(Mom, where is Aarohi?)
Anjali looks worried.
“Wo abhi tak hospital se ghar nahi aayi… main bhi use call kar rahi hoon.”
(She hasn’t returned from the hospital yet… I’ve been trying to call her.)
Something snaps inside Vihaan.
He immediately takes out his phone.
Calls her.
Again.
And again.
No answer.
His jaw tightens.
Without wasting another second—
He grabs his car keys.
And rushes out.
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Road…
His car speeds through the night.
Faster than usual.
More aggressive.
His mind running in a hundred directions.
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Hospital…
He reaches within minutes.
Storming inside.
His eyes red with anger.
Fear hidden beneath it.
He walks straight to Aarohi’s cabin.
Opens the door—
Empty.
His fists clench.
He turns and heads straight to the head doctor.
“Miss Aarohi singhania kahan hai?”
(Where is Miss Aarohi Singhania?)
The doctor looks confused.
“Sir… mrs singhania to kab ka chali gayi.
(Sir… Mrs. Singhania left from here long ago.
That’s it.
The last thread of control—
Breaks.
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Elsewhere…
A huge room.
Dim lights.
Silence.
Aarohi lies unconscious on the bed.
Still.
Unaware.
A shadow watches her.
The man gently adjusts her position—
Like she’s something precious.
Then walks out to the balcony.
Holding a glass of whiskey.
Calm.
Relaxed.
Dangerous.
He takes a sip.
And looks into the distance.
“Dekhte hain, Vihaan Singhania…”
(Let’s see, Vihaan Singhania…)
A slow smirk spreads across his face—
“Ab kya karte ho…”
(Now what will you do…)
The game—
Just got bigger.
Vihaan storms into the control room.
“CCTV footage nikalo.”
(Get the CCTV footage.)
The staff immediately plays it.
On screen—
Aarohi is seen walking out of the hospital.
Calm.
Normal.
Nothing unusual.
Vihaan’s eyes stay fixed.
Sharp.
Observing every second.
But then—
The screen glitches.
Cuts.
The outside camera—
Black.
Broken.
Vihaan’s expression darkens instantly.
“Yeh camera kisne toda?”
(Who broke this camera?)
No one answers.
Silence.
Heavy silence.
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Outside the hospital…
Vihaan stands still for a moment.
His fists clenched.
Jaw tight.
Eyes burning.
“If this time you ran away, Aarohi…”
(Agar iss baar tum bhaagi ho, Aarohi…)
His voice low. Dangerous.
“Toh zindagi bhar pachtaogi.”
(You’ll regret it for the rest of your life.)
He takes out his phone.
Calls someone.
“Har jagah check karo.”
(Check everywhere.)
His tone turns lethal—
“Mujhe wo 24 ghante ke andar chahiye…”
(I want her within 24 hours…)
A pause.
Then—
“Zinda. Bilkul theek.”
(Alive. Completely safe.)
He cuts the call.
And drives off.
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Mansion…
The moment Vihaan enters—
Sana rushes toward him.
“Vihaan, Aarohi kahan hai?”
(Where is Aarohi?)
Vihaan stops.
Turns slowly.
His eyes cold.
Sharp.
“Yeh to aapko pata hoga na, bhabhi?”
(You would know that, right, bhabhi?)
Sana freezes.
“Batao… kahan hai Aarohi?”
(Tell me… where is Aarohi?)
His voice rises slightly.
Anger clear.
Sana instinctively steps back.
Shocked.
Before she can say anything—
Arjun steps forward.
“Yeh kaise baat kar rahe ho tum, Vihaan?”
(What kind of way is this to talk, Vihaan?)
His tone firm.
“Sana ko kaise pata hoga Aarohi kahan hai?”
(How would Sana know where Aarohi is?)
Vihaan laughs bitterly.
“Kyunki yeh uski best friend hai…”
(Because she’s her best friend…)
His eyes fixed on Sana—
“Pichle 8 saal se…”
(For the last 8 years…)
A pause.
“Ya shayad usse bhi pehle se…”
(Or maybe even before that…)
His voice drops—
“Toh inhe to pata hoga hi na.”
(So she must know.)
Sana quickly shakes her head.
“Mujhe nahi pata…”
(I don’t know…)
Her voice trembling slightly.
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Silence fills the hall.
Tension rising.
Something is wrong.
Very wrong.
And now—
It’s not just about control anymore.
It’s about—
Finding her.
Before it’s too late.
Wait for next part.??