Siya reached her car.

The moment she sat inside—

She broke down again.

Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

“Why…?” she cried softly.

“Why did everything happen like this…?”

“Mom… Papa… Veer…”

“You all left me…”

Her hands trembled on the steering wheel.

But after a moment, she forced herself to start the car.

She began driving—

Her vision blurred with tears.But she keeps driving.

Just then—

Her phone buzzed.

She didn’t even look at it.

Meanwhile—

Aarav was sitting in his office.

He picked up his phone and called Kavita.

“Mom… where is Siya?” he asked, trying to sound normal.

Kavita replied casually,

“She went to her father’s friend’s house. She must be on the way back now.”

Aarav froze.

His grip tightened around the phone.

He knew.

Siya wouldn’t go there without a reason.

Which meant—

Maybe She had found something.

And something was wrong.

Very wrong.

He cut the call immediately.

A strange uneasiness settled in his chest.

Something bad has happened.

Without wasting a second, he rushed out of his office.

He got into his car and started driving.

His mind was restless.

Siya… please be okay.

Nothing matters more than you.

At the same time—

Raj Mittal stood in front of a man tied to a chair.

The man was barely conscious.

Bruises covered his face.

Blood stained his shirt.

Akhil stepped forward.

“Tell me,” he said coldly,

“who are you working for?”

The man gave a faint, weak smile.

He shook his head.

Akhil sighed.

“Speak… or I’ll kill you.”

The man looked up, his voice weak but firm.

“Even if I tell you… you’ll still kill me.”

Man paused and said “But I’m loyal.”

His eyes hardened.

“And you all… are criminals.”

Raj remained silent, just watching him.

Akhil’s expression darkened.

Without hesitation—

He picked up a rod…

And struck him.

Akhil swung the rod again and again, each hit echoing through the room.

The man writhed in pain, a broken groan escaping his lips, but he still said nothing.

Raj watched, his expression hard and unreadable. After a moment, he let out an irritated sigh.

Raj phone buzzed.

He picked it up.

“Sir, it’s important… it’s about the Goenkas,” his assistant said urgently.

Raj paused. He was already in a foul mood, and the man’s silence had only fueled his anger.

Without looking back, he said coldly,

“Akhil… finish him. He’s not going to talk.”

And Raj walked out, still on the call.

Inside, Akhil didn’t hesitate. He pulled out his gun and fired.

The bullet hit the man’s head.

He died instantly.

Akhil lowered the gun and said casually,

“Clean this up.”

Then he left.

Raj continued walking down the corridor, his voice sharp“Tell me.”

“Sir… the plan we made to destroy them…” the assistant hesitated, “…it’s backfiring.”

Raj stopped.

“What do you mean?”

“Sir, earlier the Goenkas held around 45% shares. But when their share prices fell… Aarav Goenka started buying them quietly.”

Raj’s jaw clenched.

“Now they control almost 75%.”

A brief silence followed.

“They’re not weakening, sir…” the assistant continued carefully, “…they’ve become even more powerful.”

On the other hand Siya’s phone buzzed again.

Her vision was still blurred with tears. She pulled the car to the side and picked up the call, her fingers trembling.

“Siya ma’am…” the voice on the other end spoke hesitantly.

“Yes…” she whispered.

“Ma’am… the man who was working for you the one who gives you every information about them… he’s dead.”

For a moment, everything went silent.

The assistant paused before continuing, his voice lower now,

“The Mittals… they killed him.”

Siya froze.

Her grip on the phone tightened as her breath hitched. She closed her eyes, a shaky sigh leaving her lips.

“Ma’am… Raghav sir has also arrived—”

But Siya had already cut the call.

The phone slipped from her hand onto the seat.

And she broke down.

Tears streamed endlessly as flashes of memories hit her —

the man who had risked everything to bring her information about the Mittals…

his loyalty… his silent support…

And now… he was gone.

Killed mercilessly by them.

Somehow, she managed to drive.

By the time she reached the Goenka mansion, her eyes were swollen, her face pale.

She stepped out of the car, quickly wiping her tears, forcing herself to breathe.

No one could see her like this.

Not now.

Not when everything was falling apart.

Siya walked straight to her room, her steps heavy, and the moment the door closed behind her—

She collapsed onto the bed.

Her hands covered her face as she cried uncontrollably, her body shaking with silent sobs.

Aarav reached the Goenka mansion .

His eyes immediately fell on her car.

His heart skipped.

“She’s back…”

Without wasting a second, he rushed inside and headed straight towards his room.

Aarav entered the room and froze.

Siya was sitting on the bed, crying uncontrollably.

“Siya…” he called softly.

She didn’t respond.

He walked closer and stopped in front of her.

Her eyes were red, swollen… completely shattered.

“Please… don’t cry something has happened right?” he said gently.

But she didn’t listen.

“I’m always with you,” he continued, his voice low, “you’re not alone.”

He slowly reached out to hold her hand—

But she pulled it away instantly.

Pushing him back, she stood up.

Aarav stepped back, startled.

“Just stay away from me!” she snapped, her voice trembling with pain as she said “Why do you always try to come close to me, huh?”

He froze.

He could see it

she wasn’t just angry… she was broken.

“I—” he tried to speak.

“Who are you?” she cut him off sharply.“Tell me… who are you to me?”

Her words hit him hard.

“You’re nothing to me,” she continued, her voice cracking, “you married me without my consent that day… and now you keep trying to get closer to me…”

Aarav’s eyes filled with moisture.

He looked at her… hurt clear on his face, but he turned away, swallowing it.

“Just… get out,” she said, her voice softer now but still cold.

“You won’t understand.”

Aarav fell silent.

Siya continued to cry, lost in her thoughts, reliving the horrors — how the Mittals had killed her family, her loyal man who had risked everything to help her… and now, he was gone.

Aarav watched her, his own heart tightening at the sight.

Her cold words, her pain… it cut him deeper than anything she could say. Yet he didn’t move closer.

He simply stayed there, watching, because for him, even his quiet presence might be enough.

Every fiber of him wanted to run to her, to hold her tightly, to caress her hair, and whisper, I’m here. I’ll be with you at every step.

But he couldn’t.

The distance between them — the walls her pain had built — was still there. And he refused to force love.

So he stayed, silently, painfully close yet respectfully distant, sharing her grief in the only way he could.