The air in the high-altitude shelter was brittle with cold and the finality of their parting. Mareena, heartbroken but resolute, watched Abhinav turn and disappear into the white expanse, the image of his desperate, loving face searing into her memory. She knew she had made the right choice—his life and the innocent life Priya carried were the priorities.

She moved quickly, utilizing the survival skills Manav had inadvertently taught her. She needed to draw his attention away from Abhinav's escape route. She moved through the jagged rocks, distracting Manav's monitoring posts, giving Abhinav the critical head start he needed to reach the valley and catch the first connection to Delhi.

Manav, meanwhile, was executing the final phase of his plan. From his base camp, he was monitoring his greatest tool—fear. He saw Abhinav running, convinced he was going back to save his child, and the smile on Manav’s face was chilling.

In Delhi, Priya was blissfully unaware of the machinations on the mountain, focused only on her forthcoming child support claim. She was in her car, heading to her routine prenatal checkup, the driver navigating the busy midday traffic.

Suddenly, a massive truck blew through a red light and T-boned Priya’s sedan with brutal force. The crash was catastrophic, the sound of crumpling metal echoing through the street. The scene was instant chaos, with bystanders rushing to the wreckage.

Abhinav was miles away, on a high-speed train tearing through the plains towards Delhi, his mind a battlefield of love and duty. He was tormented by Mareena's refusal, yet driven by the image of Manav's smiling threat to kill his baby. He was tired, bruised, and frantic.

A man across the aisle was scrolling through news clips on his mobile phone. The screen was bright, and the headline, though blurred by speed, caught Abhinav’s eye: "High-Profile Fatal Car Crash."

As the man zoomed in on the accompanying image—a black sedan crumpled almost beyond recognition—Abhinav snatched the phone from the man's hand.

The text was clear: "Daughter-in-law of Roy Dynasty Dies in Tragic Car Accident; Unborn Heir Lost."

Abhinav felt the bottom drop out of his world. He stared at the picture, the confirmation of the unimaginable horror. Priya was dead. His unborn child, the heir he had been ready to sacrifice his life for, was gone.

A guttural sound escaped his throat—a choked roar of agony and devastation. He fell back against the seat, clutching the phone, tears streaming down his face as he screamed his wife's name. The other passengers stared, shocked by the sudden, violent display of grief.

In prison, the news filtered through the police commissioner to the remaining members of the Roy family. Devraj Roy, the murderer, wept bitterly, realizing the blood price of his past had claimed his grandchild. Mrs. Roy, the accomplice, looked utterly broken, the loss of her heir extinguishing the last flicker of her ambition. The line was truly broken.

Across town, Aryan, Priya’s secret lover, stood frozen in his minimalist apartment, the phone receiver dropping from his numb hand. He had just heard the news on the radio. Priya, his love, was dead. His world dissolved into pure, shrieking rage. He had fought so hard for their future, and now it was snatched away by the collateral damage of Abhinav's cursed family.

The phone rang again. It was Manav.

Aryan picks up the call, he said,"Who is this speaking?"

Manav replied," I'm an enemy of the Roy family. They killed my father. I know their misdeeds. Abhinav is a murderer too. I'm monitoring everyone in Roy family. That's why I know your and Priya's affair.

Manav's voice was calm, manipulative. "I did nothing, Aryan. Abhinav Roy set this up. You know the chaos he's in. He found the IVF papers, he found the forgery. He knew Priya was going to divorce him for his entire fortune. He sent his goons. It was an executive decision, Aryan. He murdered Priya."

Aryan was furious, his mind twisted by grief and Manav's venom. Abhinav—the cheating, oblivious husband—had killed Priya and their child to protect his fortune. "I will kill him," Aryan vowed.

"Good," Manav replied smoothly. "Don't bother doing it alone. Join me, Aryan. We will finish Abhinav together. We will give him the painful, slow death he deserves for taking Priya from you."

Aryan, consumed by his grief and misplaced vengeance, agreed to the alliance.

Abhinav arrived in Delhi, heartbroken but needing to perform the last rites. He went straight to the hospital and then the morgue, but was met with cold confusion. The police had secured the scene, but Priya's body was not there. There was massive damage, blood, and identification, but no body. The officers were vague, citing "protocol" and "security."

Abhinav's phone was ringing relentlessly. It was Mareena. Distraught, blaming her for his continued chaos, and furious that she hadn't escaped with him, Abhinav violently rejected her calls. He couldn't hear the voice of the woman whose family had destroyed his own.

Mareena, watching the national news and knowing Manav's ruthlessness, felt a chilling premonition. She knew something was wrong about the accident, sensing a deeper game. She desperately needed to warn Abhinav.

Five sombre, agonizing days passed. Abhinav, unable to find a body to mourn, spiraled into despair, drifting aimlessly in the city that had swallowed his family whole.

As he walked down a deserted back street, a black van screeched to a halt beside him. Strong hands grabbed him, and he was thrown inside. He was driven for hours, finally ending up in a vast, dark, abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Delhi.

Manav was waiting for him, his face alight with triumphant cruelty. Aryan stood beside him, his eyes blazing with hatred for Abhinav.

"Welcome back to Delhi, Abhinav Roy," Manav greeted him. "Did you enjoy the news coverage? Did you enjoy your grief?"

Abhinav felt a sudden, profound shift in the atmosphere. "Priya... the accident...?"

Manav laughed—a sharp, chilling sound. "The death was a gimmick, Abhinav. A very effective one. I needed you broken, destabilized, and running to Delhi. Priya is right here."

He gestured into the shadows. Cowering in a corner, terrified but alive, was Priya. She was bruised and shaken, but undeniably breathing.

Aryan, who had been ready to kill Abhinav, was instantly confused. He stared at Manav. "What is this? You said he killed her! You said..."

"It was a necessary lie, Aryan," Manav shrugged, indifferent. "But your services are still required. You loved her. Now help me break the man who owned her."

Manav, having destroyed the Roy parents and shattered Abhinav's heart, now stood ready to execute the final blow, using the two people Abhinav now cared about most: Priya and Mareena (through betrayal).

Manav leveled his rifle at Priya. "I will only leave your wife and the baby alone, Abhinav, if you die in my hands."

Abhinav's devastation was absolute. His relief at seeing Priya alive was instantly eclipsed by the ultimatum. He was beaten, exhausted, and saw no other way. He walked forward, raising his hands in surrender. "Yes. I accept. Let them go."

Before he could reach Manav, the warehouse door burst open. A figure, swift and silent, clad in a long black coat, entered the room, the coat swirling dramatically around them. The figure moved instantly, snatching the rifle from Manav's grasp.

It was Mareena.

Her eyes, fierce and cold, met Abhinav’s, then flashed a desperate signal towards Priya.

Aryan, seeing the chaos, used his own confusion and anger to realize the true danger. He grabbed Priya, pulling her towards the exit. Priya, however, was focused entirely on Abhinav.

Manav, stunned by his sister's sudden appearance and treachery, recovered instantly. "You traitor! You were in love with this scoundrel and now you're trying to kill your own brother!"

Abhinav moved to intercept Manav, but Mareena quickly raised the rifle and aimed it not at Manav, but at Abhinav.

"Please go away! I cannot marry you! Get out!" she screamed, pushing him back, the sound echoing in the cavernous space.

To emphasize the danger and her resolve, Mareena fired the gun into the air.

Priya, shaking but focused, rushed back into the room. She grabbed Abhinav's arm, pulling him towards the exit where Aryan waited. "Bhaago, Abhinav! Bhaago!" she screamed, her voice breaking, using the urgency of Hindi to penetrate his shock. "For the sake of our unborn child, escape, please!"

Abhinav was caught between the love he sought (Mareena) and the responsibility he now felt (Priya and his baby).

Aryan, finally understanding that Manav was a psychopath threatening them all, forcefully grabbed Abhinav and dragged him out of the warehouse.

As they left, chaos erupted behind them.

Manav lunged at Mareena. The gun went off again. Mareena screamed, clutching her arm—she had been shot.

But she struggled, the fire of justice overriding the pain. She lifted the rifle again and, with a final burst of adrenaline, shot Manav in the hand, forcing him to drop his weapon. They fought hand-to-hand, Mareena's survival training pitted against her brother's raw rage.

Finally, Mareena found the angle. She pulled the trigger, aiming precisely. Manav collapsed, shot through the heart.

Silence fell. Mareena, clutching her bleeding arm, stumbled to her brother’s body. She fell to her knees, pulling his heavy, lifeless form into her lap. The woman who had sacrificed everything for love and justice broke down.

She rocked him, tears streaming down her face and mixing with the dust and blood on his coat. She thought of their childhood, their shared loss, and the purity of their youthful vow for revenge.

She began to sing, her voice cracked with grief and agony:

"Phoolon ka taaron ka sabka kehna hai...

Ek hazaron mein meri behna hai..."

(The flowers, the stars, everyone says...

In thousands, my sister is the best...)

She stopped, correcting the lyric through her sobs: "Bhaiya... ek hazaron mein mera bhaiya tha..." (Brother... in thousands, my brother was the best.)

She whispered to his still body, her voice catching: "Bhaiya, we won... We did it. You punished that scumbag Mr. Devraj; he is in imprisonment for killing Papa and abducting Mom. Mrs. Roy is punished and will be hanged because of purposely killing Zareena... We won, bhaiya. We took our revenge. But Abhinav, Priya, and their child are innocent. They are victims, just like us..."

Mareena let out a final, raw scream of anguish, holding the brother she had just been forced to kill.