CHAPTER33 [FIND]
Aarohi slowly regains consciousness.
Her head feels heavy.
Her body weak.
She tries to open her eyes—
But everything is blurred.
Unclear.
She tries to sit up—
But fails.
A faint pain shoots through her.
“Ahh…”
She holds her head.
Memories start flashing—
Hospital…
Someone grabbing her…
Darkness.
Her breathing gets uneven.
“Main… yahan kaise…”
(How did I get here…)
Her vision slowly starts focusing.
And then—
She sees a face.
Blurred at first.
But familiar.
Very familiar.
Her eyes widen slightly.
“Zayan…?”
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Morning.
6 AM.
At the mansion—
The situation is tense.
Deadly tense.
Vihaan is pacing back and forth.
Anger visible in every step.
“Tum logon se ek chhota kaam bhi nahi ho raha hai!”
(You people can’t even do one small task!)
His voice echoes in the hall.
“Maine pehle hi kaha tha—24 ghante ke andar wo mujhe chahiye!”
(I already said—I want her within 24 hours!)
His eyes burn with rage—
“Warna tum mein se koi bhi zinda nahi bachega!”
(Otherwise none of you will stay alive!)
Everyone stands silent.
No one dares to speak.
Karan steps forward carefully.
“Vihaan, calm down…”
Then seriously—
“Kahin tere kisi dushman ne to kidnap nahi kiya?”
(What if one of your enemies kidnapped her?)
Vihaan stops.
Looks at him.
Karan continues—
“Warna agar usse bhaagna hota…”
(If she wanted to run…)
“Toh wo hospital jaate hi nikal jaati.”
(She would’ve left the moment she reached the hospital.)
The logic hits.
But instead of calming—
It fuels Vihaan’s anger even more.
Because now—
It’s not just about Aarohi.
It’s about someone challenging him.
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Meanwhile…
That room.
Aarohi slowly sits up this time.
Still weak.
Still confused.
But more aware.
She looks at him again.
“Zayan… tum yahan kya kar rahe ho?”
(Zayan… what are you doing here?)
Her voice shaky—
“Main yahan kaise aayi?”
(How did I get here?)
Zayan walks closer.
Calm.
Firm.
“Maine tumhe yahan laaya.”
(I brought you here.)
He hands her a glass.
“Pehle yeh lo…”
(Have this first…)
But Aarohi pushes it away.
Her expression turns angry.
“Tum pagal ho gaye ho kya?”
(Have you gone mad?)
“Maine tumhe kaha tha na… main khud sambhal lungi!”
(I told you… I can handle it myself!)
Zayan’s jaw tightens.
“Kaise sambhal logi, haan?”
(How will you handle it, huh?)
His voice rises slightly—
“Tumne itni mehnat ki…”
(You worked so hard…)
“London mein padhai… best hospital ke liye din-raat ek kiya…”
(Studied in London… worked day and night for the best hospital…)
“Interview clear kiya…”
(Cleared the interview…)
“And now?”
He looks straight at her—
“Yahan ek random hospital mein job kar rahi ho?”
(And now you’re working in some random hospital here?)
Aarohi clenches her fists.
Zayan continues—
“Usne tumse zabardasti shaadi ki…”
(He forced you into marriage…)
“Zabardasti yeh mangalsutra…”
(This forced mangalsutra…)
“Yeh sindoor…”
(This sindoor…)
“Tum yeh sab pehen kar ghoom rahi ho?”
(And you’re walking around wearing all this?)
His voice softens slightly—
“Bhool rahi ho tum kaun ho…”
(You’re forgetting who you are…)
A pause.
Then intense—
“Tum strong ho, Aarohi.”
(You are strong, Aarohi.)
“Utni strong… ki tum use barbaad kar sakti ho.”
(Strong enough… to destroy him.)
Aarohi looks at him.
Eyes filled with conflict.
“Haan… main sab jaanti hoon…”
(Yes… I know all this…)
Her voice lowers—
“Lekin please…”
(But please…)
“Tum apni jaan pe khatra mat lo.”
(Don’t put your life in danger.)
Zayan steps closer.
Without hesitation—
“Main usse darta nahi hoon.”
(I’m not afraid of him.)
And that—
That’s where things start getting even more dangerous.
Because now—
It’s not just Vihaan vs Aarohi.
It’s becoming—
Vihaan vs Zayan.
And Aarohi—
Stuck in between.
Aarohi looks at Zayan, her eyes filled with worry.
“Dekho Zayan, pagal mat bano… yahan se chale jao, please.”
(Look Zayan, don’t be foolish… just leave from here, please.)
Her voice trembles slightly—
“Main nahi chahti meri wajah se tumhe kuch ho.”
(I don’t want anything to happen to you because of me.)
Zayan stares at her for a moment.
Then nods slowly.
“Theek hai… main chala jaunga.”
(Alright… I’ll leave.)
Aarohi exhales in relief—
But before she can feel safe—
He continues—
“Lekin tum mere saath chalogi.”
(But you’ll come with me.)
Her expression freezes.
“And pehle…”
(And first…)
His voice turns firm—
“Tum usse divorce dogi.”
(You’ll divorce him.)
Aarohi’s eyes widen in shock.
“Zayan—”
She doesn’t even get to complete her sentence—
Because suddenly—
BANG!
The door bursts open with a loud crash.
Both of them turn instantly.
Aarohi’s heart drops.
Her face goes pale.
“Vihaan…”
She whispers.
Zayan slowly turns around.
And there—
At the entrance—
Vihaan stands.
Let's see what happens.??