Mira’s world collapsed in a matter of seconds.

“No… no, Arav please listen to me,” she cried, clutching his arm desperately. “We are married… legally married. You can’t just leave me like this!”

Arav’s face remained cold.

Emotionless.

“I will file for divorce,” he said flatly.

The words pierced through her heart like a blade.

“Arav…” her voice broke.

But he didn’t look at her again.

Without another word, he turned his back—

And walked away.

Mira stood there frozen, her bridal dupatta slipping from her head as the reality hit her.

He had left her.

Just like that.

Before she could process anything further—

Sandeep grabbed her wrist harshly.

“Enough drama,” he said coldly.

Mira struggled instantly.

“Leave me! I don’t want this marriage!”

But Sandeep’s grip tightened.

“You were always meant to be mine,” he whispered dangerously.

He dragged her toward the mandap that had already been prepared.

The sacred fire burned in the center.

Priest. Rituals. Everything ready.

As if this had been planned long before.

Mira’s heart pounded wildly.

“No! I will not marry you!” she screamed.

But Sandeep ignored her cries.

He forced her to sit beside him.

The priest hesitated for a moment but continued under Sandeep’s command.

The mantras began.

Mira cried, begged, resisted—

Sandeep’s family members gripped Mira tightly. Her hands were tightened by two women.

Sandeep pulled her up forcefully for the pheras.

Round after round—

She was dragged around the fire like a prisoner.

Tears blurred her vision.

Her mind screamed only one name—

Arav.

Meanwhile—

On the empty highway outside the city—

Arav drove like a man possessed.

The speedometer crossed dangerous limits.

His vision was blurred with tears.

“Mira…” he whispered brokenly.

The images of the messages… the photograph… everything replayed again and again in his mind.

His heart burned with betrayal.

With pain.

With anger.

Suddenly—

A truck appeared from the opposite direction.

Too close.

Too fast.

Arav lost control.

The car swerved violently—

And crashed.

A deafening sound echoed through the empty road.

Glass shattered.

Metal twisted.

Silence followed.

Back at Sandeep’s house—

The final ritual was about to be completed.

Sandeep picked up the vermillion.

Mira’s breathing turned frantic.

“No… no… this can’t happen…”

As he moved closer to apply it—

Mira’s eyes fell on a vase beside her.

In a sudden burst of desperation—

She grabbed it.

And struck Sandeep hard on the head.

The vase shattered.

Sandeep staggered back in shock.

Mira ran.

She ran toward the door, her bridal lehenga making it difficult, her heart racing wildly.

But before she could escape—

Sandeep’s servants blocked her path.

Within seconds, they grabbed her and dragged her back.

“Lock her,” Sandeep ordered angrily, holding his bleeding head.

Mira was thrown into a room.

The door slammed shut.

Locked.

She banged on it desperately.

“Let me go! Please! ARAV!”

But no one came.

The next morning—

Rani Sa stood in the Rathod mansion, her face pale with worry.

Arav had not returned.

Neither had Mira.

Something felt terribly wrong.

She immediately called the police.

Within hours—

A horrifying news arrived.

“Ma’am…” the officer spoke carefully, “we found Mr. Arav Rathod’s car on the highway.”

Rani Sa’s heart dropped.

“And?”

“There was a body inside.”

Her hands began trembling.

“The face… is severely damaged,” the officer continued. “But the documents suggest it is Mr. Rathod.”

The world around Rani Sa collapsed.

Precap

Mira falls to the floor, screaming—

“Arav… why did you leave me? How will I live without you…?”

Rani Sa’s eyes burn with rage—

“You are a bad omen! You killed my son with your betrayal!”

She raises her hand to slap Mira—

But suddenly—

Someone catches her wrist mid-air.

The room falls silent.

Who stopped her?