Aarav was sitting in his office, calm but focused.

Files were open in front of him.

His expression wasn’t tense.

It was calculating.

There was a knock.

“Come in.”

Reshabh entered.

“Sir.”

“Yes, Reshabh.”Aarav replied.

“Sir, the plan to shake the Goenka empire has been set in motion.”

Aarav leaned back slightly.

A faint smirk appeared.

“I know.”

Reshabh wasn’t surprised.

“But how are our preparations going?” Aarav asked.

“Good, sir. We’ve already analyzed their possible first move.”Reshabh said.

“Good.”Aarav said.

Reshabh hesitated.

“And sir… ma’am also knows about this.”

Aarav’s lips curved slightly.

“This girl…”

Not anger.

Not irritation.

Almost admiration.

Reshabh continued carefully,

“And sir… regarding the information from twenty years ago…”

Aarav’s gaze sharpened.

“Speak.”

“Raj Mittal’s father died twenty years ago. Official reports say it was a natural death.”

Reshabh paused.

“But it wasn’t.”

Aarav went still.

“He was killed.”

Silence filled the cabin.

Aarav’s fingers slowly tapped against the table.

“Proof?”Aarav asked.

“Nothing concrete yet. But sources confirm it was covered up.”Reshabh said

Aarav stood up slowly.

Walked toward the window.

“Fine.”

His voice was calm again.

“Find everything about Raj Mittal’s father.”

“Every detail.”

“Who benefited from his death.”

“Who was present.”

“Who disappeared after.”

Reshabh nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“And Reshabh…”

“Yes?”

“Don’t let anyone know we’re digging into the past.”

“Understood.”

Reshabh left.

Aarav stood alone in the cabin.

So this wasn’t just business rivalry.

This was something older.

Darker.

And if Raj was attacking now—

It meant revenge.

Aarav’s jaw tightened slightly.

Game on.

Raj was standing inside his office.

The lights were dim.

In his hand was an old photograph.

His father Abhishek mittal.

Taken years ago.

Before everything changed.

His jaw tightened.

Twenty years ago, the world was told it was a natural death.

Heart failure.

Case closed.

But Raj knew the truth.

It wasn’t natural.

It wasn’t simple.

It was calculated.

Planned.

Executed carefully.

And buried even more carefully.

Raj had spent years uncovering layers.

Taking revenge piece by piece.

Silently destroying the people responsible.

But the story wasn’t finished.

Because now—

His new enemies were the Goenkas.

Not just for business.

They had dared to challenge him.

At her wedding.

Aarav had fought him publicly.

Married Siya in front of him.

And humiliated him.

That wasn’t just rivalry.

That was insult.

The door opened.

His assistant stepped in.

“Sir. The first move is prepared.”

Raj slowly placed the photograph on the table.

His expression turned cold.

“Good.”

His voice was calm.

Too calm.

“Let’s see how stable the Goenka empire really is.”

Siya was standing beside Paakhi.

Music from the baraat filled the courtyard.

Dhol beats, laughter, cousins dancing wildly.

But she wasn’t really there.

Her mind was somewhere else.

Lost between business tension and last night’s words.

Just then—

Aarav entered.

Wearing an ivory sherwani embroidered with subtle gold work.

He looked composed.

Strong.

Controlled.

His eyes searched instinctively.

And found her.

He paused.

Siya was wearing a soft peach lehenga.

A loose strand of hair brushed across her cheek.

The sunlight falling on her face gave her an almost ethereal glow.

For a moment—

Everything blurred.

Only they existed in that crowded space.

She looked up.

Their eyes met.

Unspoken things hung between them.

He turned his face away first.

Not because he didn’t want to look—

But because he didn’t trust himself to.

She felt it.

And she turned away too.

Focusing on Kartik instead.

Rekha bua was smiling proudly.

Cousins dancing around Kartik.

He looked nervous yet happy.

Siya watched him—

And suddenly remembered her own wedding.

The chaos.

The fight.

Veer.

The shock.

The forced vows.

Her fingers tightened slightly.

“Bhabhi?” Paakhi’s voice pulled her back.

“Yes?”

“Let’s go see the bride.”

She nodded.

“Hmm.”

They walked toward Kavya’s room.

Kavya sat in front of the mirror in a deep red bridal lehenga.

Jewelry framing her face beautifully.

She looked radiant.

Hopeful.

Nervous.

Kavya turned and smiled.

“Bhabhi…”

Siya smiled back.

Softly.

But this time—

There was a faint ache behind it.

Because weddings meant different things to different people.

And hers—

Was still unfinished in her heart.

Siya was sitting with Paakhi and their cousins, chatting and laughing about their interests, the bustle of the wedding finally winding down.

Aarav stood nearby, talking with his cousins, his posture perfect, composed, but distant. Siya’s eyes kept drifting toward him.

He didn’t glance at her once.

Not a single look. Not a single word.

She didn’t say anything aloud, convincing herself that it didn’t matter.

He’s busy. It’s fine.siya thought.

Even so, a strange tug in her chest told her otherwise.

Paakhi tried to call Aarav over, whispering Siya’s name, but he simply shook his head, muttering something about being occupied.

Siya looked back at him, silently noting his absence.

It’s fine. I don’t need him to tease me, to distract me…

And yet, as much as siya tried to deny it, her heart said something else.

I… miss him.

She swallowed hard, forcing a smile at her cousins, and whispered to herself, No, it’s nothing. I don’t have feelings for him.

But deep down, she knew the truth.