The Commissioner called Abhinav to the station, the atmosphere thick with impending disaster. Abhinav watched through the glass as the police interrogated his personal driver, a loyal employee of the Roy family for decades.

The driver, terrified and cornered, finally confessed the full truth about the night of April 26, 2010, the night before the wedding.

He confirmed that Mrs. Roy had arranged a meeting with Mareena at a discreet city hotel. Three people were present in the car: the driver, Mrs. Roy, and Mareena.

The driver revealed that Mrs. Roy initially offered Mareena a bribe: four crores to disappear from Abhinav's life and settle in America. Mareena, heartbroken but resolute, refused.

In a cold, clinical move, Mrs. Roy had then administered chloroform to subdue Mareena, followed by a dose of a deadly poison. They drove to an outskirt area of Delhi. Mareena was taken out of the car and buried in a shallow grave.

The driver’s voice was a choked sob as he confirmed the full extent of Mrs. Roy’s crime: She was a murderer.

The police confirmed the discovery, noting that the skeletons of a girl were indeed found in that exact area days later. The driver also revealed the subsequent cover-up: Mrs. Roy had used her connections to frame the incident, claiming the Khandelwals had murdered Mareena and buried her.

Part II: The Confusing Denial

Mrs. Roy was immediately re-interrogated, now facing a murder charge. When confronted with the driver’s confession, she remained defiantly cold, offering a contradictory and bewildering defense.

"The driver is lying about Mareena's death," Mrs. Roy insisted, her eyes glittering with madness or cunning. "Mareena is alive! She is in Kashmir! Yes, she was buried, but someone came to rescue her. It was the skeletons of that rescuer that the police found, not Mareena's! She escaped!"

The police were utterly confused, caught between a physical confession of attempted murder and a desperate, illogical claim that Mareena was alive and hiding.

Part III: The Desperate Journey

The Commissioner’s account confirmed Abhinav's deepest instinct: Mareena had been victimized and had fought for her life. The ambiguity in Mrs. Roy's denial fueled his desperate hope.

Leaving a heavily pregnant Priya—who was now focused only on her alimony plot—Abhinav fled the chaos of Roy Mansion and flew to Kashmir. He took shelter in a secluded guest house, driven by the belief that his mother's irrational denial might hold a fragment of truth.

Late one night, Abhinav's room was breached. He was overpowered, injected with a sedative, and dragged out of the guest house.

While Abhinav was being kidnapped, Priya's phone rang at midnight. It was Aryan.

"The distraction worked," Aryan’s voice was low. "He's gone to the mountains. The final stage is set."

"He knows about our plan, he knows I did ivf " Priya confirmed, her voice devoid of emotion. "Hurry, Aryan. Finish this and come back. We need to finalize the divorce papers while the Roy chaos peaks."

Aryan,"Damn it! How does he know?"

Priya,"He saw the ivf papers, but i burnt them plus I have bribed the clinic so that he cannot file a case but don't worry after this child is born, I will frame allegations against Abhinav, I will portray he abuses and beats me up , he will be stuck in a domestic violence case, then I will get alimony".

Aryan,"I want the baby,Priya. I want to be its father. I cannot give birth to a child easily you know, as its hard for me being a transman, so I will love this child as my own".

Priya slipped out of the mansion, meeting Aryan under the cover of the midnight shadows to finalize the strategy for their financial conquest.

Abhinav woke up shivering, the biting cold of extreme altitude penetrating his clothes. He was in a remote, crude shelter in the mountains near Siachen, known for its treacherous terrain.

He saw two figures: a tall man (one of the kidnappers) and a fully covered woman whose face was obscured by a thick veil and dark gear.

"Why have you brought me here? What do you want?" Abhinav demanded, his body aching.

The man replied with cold calculation: "Mr. Abhinav Roy, we are here to destroy your life."

Abhinav was confused. "Destroy it? My mother and father have already done that!"

As the man spoke, the covered woman shifted. She held her gloved hand near the faint light. Abhinav’s breath hitched. On her finger, nestled into the rugged gear, was a familiar, delicate flash of white gold and diamond. It was the cushion-cut engagement ring he had given Mareena fifteen years ago.

The other kidnappers filed out, leaving Abhinav alone with the veiled woman.

"Where did you get that ring?" Abhinav demanded, his voice trembling with a desperate mix of fury and hope.

The woman replied,"Its mine, my husband gave me".

Abhinav replies,"It can't be! You are a liar. I gave this ring to my girlfriend. That means you are a thief. You had stolen my girl's ring".

He lunged forward, ignoring the throbbing pain of the cold and the residual effects of the sedative. He grabbed the thick fabric of the woman's veil and forcibly pulled it down.

Abhinav froze. The face beneath the veil was etched with harsh experience, the softness of her youth replaced by sharp angles and a fierce resolve. Her physique and face had changed; she was visibly tougher, stronger built. She was no longer the bubbly, chirpy teen he remembered.

But her eyes were the same—deep, dark, and filled with a haunted intensity.

She looked at him, her lips forming a slight, dangerous smile.

"Abhinav," she said, her voice deeper, more matured, "Can you recognize me?"

It was his Mareena. His morning bride, alive.

Fifteen years had changed so many things—cities, dreams, even the way Abhinav carried himself.

But when he saw Mareena standing in front of him again, he felt something click back into place.

Something old.

Something familiar.

Something he thought he had buried.

Mareena’s breath caught as she studied him—really studied him—like she was relearning a language she once spoke fluently.

“You didn’t forget,” she whispered, her voice trembling just enough to betray the years of longing behind it.

Abhinav smiled softly. “How could I?”

For a heartbeat, they simply stood there.

Two people who had loved each other too early, separated too abruptly, and carried too much in silence.

Then—without warning, without asking—Mareena stepped forward.

Her fingers brushed his jaw first, hesitant but hopeful.

And before he could speak, she rose on her toes and kissed him.

It wasn’t desperate.

It wasn’t frantic.

It was gentle, almost reverent—like she was testing whether the memory of him still lived in the shape of his lips.

Abhinav froze for half a second, the shock hitting him like a wave.

Fifteen years of distance dissolved in an instant.

He exhaled, a soft, shaky sound, and kissed her back—slowly, carefully—his hands hovering at her waist but not pulling her in, letting her lead.

Mareena’s eyes fluttered closed as the kiss deepened just slightly, still soft, still safe.

There was warmth, familiarity, and the quiet ache of two people rediscovering something they never truly lost.

When she finally pulled back, her forehead rested against his.

“I shouldn’t have waited this long,” she murmured.

Abhinav breathed out a laugh, gentle and full of relief.

“Then don’t wait anymore.”

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SPOILER:

"Mareena don't shoot me please!"

"We can't be together, I cannot marry. "