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The wind howls like a banshee among the trees, and the sky looms overhead, a thick shroud of gray. This weather sends chills racing down his spine. He senses the ominous energy swirling around him.

Aryan stood by the window of his room, gazing out into the distance, his mind adrift in a sea of contemplation. An unsettling sensation stirred within him, an emotion he struggled to identify.

His eyes were glued to the screen, a tempest of emotions swirling within him as he wrestled with the decision to reach out to Azara. Anger simmered beneath the surface, yet her image haunted his thoughts, refusing to fade away.

He dialed his mother instead. They talked about everyday things until he couldn't hold back the question that bothered him. "Mama, how is Azara?" he asked, trying to hide the worry in his voice.

His mother's brow furrowed, a silent reproach in her gaze. "What do you mean, beta? Isn't she with you?" she replied, confusion evident in her tone.

"With me? No, Mama, it's just me, Arzaan, and Arslan here," he clarified, a sense of dread creeping in. "Aryan, she left for Murre yesterday. Didn't you meet her yet?" Imama asked.

Aryan's brow furrowed, a storm of worry brewing within him. "She came here? No mama, there's no way she came here, I'd have met her otherwise. Who accompanied her and why didn't you inform me earlier?" Aryan questioned, a deep worry etched across his face.

"Aryan, she told me that she needed to speak with you..to sort out things between you both, but you ignored her calls, leaving her no choice but to confront you. I arranged a cab for her, and she was meant to arrive by last night..." Imama's voice trembled, a chill of dread settling deep within her chest.

"Mama, I'll reach out to you later," Aryan said, his voice trembling as he ended the call. He quickly punched in Azara's number, but each ring echoed in the silence, unanswered. A gnawing dread settled in his gut, amplifying his anxiety with every passing moment.

"Kahan ho tum Azara."

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In the desolate outskirts, where shadows clung to the crumbling walls of an ancient house, a chilling scene unfolded within a dimly lit chamber. The air was thick with an unsettling silence, broken only by the faint rustle of fabric.

In the corner, a figure sat bound, her eyes wide with fear. The room, steeped in darkness, whispered secrets of despair, a haunting reminder of the sinister act that had brought her to this forsaken place.

A looming figure stepped out of the darkness, his voice laced with contempt. "Well, well, if it isn't my gorgeous ex-fiancé." The words dripped with disdain, echoing off the damp walls of the abandoned warehouse. Shadows danced around him, casting an ominous aura that made the air feel thick and charged.

She squinted, trying to make out his features, but the dim light only revealed the sharp angles of his jaw and the glint of something cold in his eyes.

"What do you want, Shehzad?" she asked, her voice steadier than she felt. He stepped closer, the light catching the edges of his silhouette, revealing the tension in his posture. "Oh, I think you know exactly what I want." he replied, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "You thought you could just walk away, didn't you? Leave me in the dust while you chase your little dreams?"

She clenched her fists, anger bubbling beneath the surface. "It was best to walk away from a person like you. You can't hold me responsible for your choices. I couldn't stay back and act like your puppet for the rest of my life."

His laughter was harsh, cutting through the silence like a knife. "What makes you think you have any choice? You think you're the victim here? You were the one who betrayed me, you chose that pathetic guy over me. How dare you marry him while you were engaged to me?!" His voice boomed, echoing around them and making her flinch in disbelief.

The tension in the air thickened, and she felt the weight of his words pressing down on her. "I didn't betray you. I chose to save myself," she shot back, her voice rising.

He stepped forward, his expression darkening. "And now you think you can just walk away unscathed? You have no idea what I'm capable of. You think I'll let you go that easily?"

The threat hung in the air, palpable and suffocating.

"You'll either be mine or I'll give you a scar for life that'll never let you be anyone's."

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Aryan and his cousins and Azara's brothers stormed through the city like a tempest unleashed, their hearts pounding with urgency. They were on a relentless quest, driven by the need to find Azara, their determination igniting the very air around them.

A scary truth hit them, she had been kidnapped.But as the fear grew, they couldn't help but wonder: who was behind this?

Aryan's gut twisted with suspicion, pointing a finger at the Wazir family as the source of his turmoil. Fury coursed through his veins like wildfire, igniting a blaze of vengeance.

He grabbed his gun, the cold metal a stark contrast to the heat of his rage, and charged toward the Wazir haveli, each step driven by a need to fight. Arzan and Arslan, feeling the anger building in him, followed closely, wanting to control his wild rage before it turned into trouble.

"Bhai, don't take any step without being sure," Arzaan tried to warn Aryan from taking any wrong step. He was sure that Aryan would storm in and attack Usman and the other Wazir members. "Shut it, Arzaan. We don't have any enemies except them. Also, Usman was eyeing Azara, when he saw her for the first time with me. I'm sure they had taken her to get back at us." Arzaan couldn't help but also agree with Aryan.

Aryan stormed into the dimly lit hallway of the Wazir haveli, his grip tightening around the cold steel of his gun. The air crackled with tension as his eyes burned with a fierce, bloodshot rage, each step echoing like a war drum, ready to unleash chaos. Shadows danced on the walls, mirroring the fury that surged within him, igniting a fire that demanded vengeance. The atmosphere around him blazed with tension as he stormed forward, Arzaan and Arslan trailing closely behind, their faces masks of determination.

Zara, Usman's younger sister, along with Jahanara, jerked upright from the plush sofa, their gazes locked onto the intruding shadows, filled with confusion and fear.

An eerie silence enveloped the entire haveli, thick and palpable, until Aryan's thunderous voice shattered it, demanding Usman. His call sent the other family members racing into the hall, but the one man Aryan wanted to face was still nowhere to be found.

Jahanara hesitated, her heart racing, before she finally spoke, "He's not at home." All eyes snapped to her, Aryan's piercing gaze narrowing dangerously. "Where is that bastard?!" he bellowed, the sound echoing with the force of a detonating bomb, sending chills down the spines of everyone present.

"Watch your mouth when you talk to my sister, mister!" Manahil stepped in, her voice sharp as a blade. Aryan shot her a furious glare, while Arzaan silently hoped she would back off. Meanwhile, Arslan's gaze was locked onto someone in the room, his focus unwavering.

"Where's Usman, Jahanara?" Hala, her aunt, demanded, her tone laced with urgency. Jahanara felt the weight of the truth pressing down on her; he hadn't come home last night, and she couldn't reveal why he had vanished. She had no clue where he was. Just then, Abad thundered down the stairs.

"Ah, I see we have company! Why didn't anyone bother to summon me sooner?" Abad questioned, his eyes glinting with mischief as he took in Aryan's disheveled appearance.

"What's the matter, grandson? You look utterly defeated. It's as if someone has snatched away something valuable from you," Abad taunted, igniting the flames of Aryan's fury.

"Where is my wife?" Aryan growled, each word dripping with fury. "How am I supposed to know?" Abad replied with a careless shrug.

"Your damn grandson has taken her hostage. You need to make him let her go." As Aryan's roar echoed through the room, the rest of the family, except for Abad, gasped in disbelief.

"I think you misunderstood, he would never do that." Jahanara couldn't stop herself from defending him. Abad narrowed his eyes at her, "aap ko bara acha pata hai uske baare mein?" He asked her. She knew why he spoke like that.

Abad then turned to Aryan, giving him a challenging look, "if you think Usman is behind this, then find him, you'll easily reach your wife." Jahanara couldn't understand why her grandfather was speaking in a twisted way. He was intentionally pushing Usman in danger.

'Only if she knew his plan.'

"Mujhe usay dhoondne ki zaroorat nahi hai, woh khud chal kar merey paas ayega." Aryan said as he glanced at Jahanara and then at Abad. In the blink of an eye, Aryan grabbed Jahanara and yanked her out of the haveli..

As the guards moved closer to Aryan, Abad lifted his hand, indicating for them to stop. "Dada, why aren’t you stopping them? He's taking my sister away!" Manahil cried out, her voice laced with desperation. "She'll be back soon," Abad responded calmly before turning and walking back to his room. Not believing him, Manahil rushed to her room to inform Usman.

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Author's note

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