Aryaman POV:

It was after midnight when I reached Zurich. The weather was chilly, but the fireplace in my hotel room kept me warm. I was told that Navya Malhotra was getting married today, so the Malhotra's would be having an exceptionally fine day. It was my job however to make the happy day into one of agonizing pain for everyone involved. Except Bella, of course. She couldn't be hurt.

Everything I was doing now was to protect her from that vile monster she called her 'life-saver.' She didn't know that Manik Malhotra didn't do anything that didn't benefit him in some way. I vowed to show her what he really is, and maybe then she'd decide I was better for her than him. He was a malignant parasite, and although I didn't know for sure whether they were together, I had a feeling that they were. It was killing me, knowing that she was in the hands of someone so dangerous, and I had promised Mr.Murthy I would bring her back safe and sound. No harm would come to her on my watch.

Third person POV:

Everyone knows that life is hard, and most people agree that it is not fair either. The purpose of justice is to assert rules, and to ingrain those rules in the psyche of the people, several examples are passed on. Stories about enforcers of the law are commonly told with them portrayed as heroes. Newspapers, TV-channels, and websites broadcast their heroism and selflessness. Occasionally, you might hear about a crooked cop here and there; the one past his prime with seven children and a mortgage payment, the one who had seen so much death on the job that it had made his own sense of right and wrong waver and maybe even the nerdy one who was scorned by everyone and was determined to make his life 'better' somehow. These stories are often told with caution, and always have brutal endings.

If Vartaman Khurana had known what the outcome of the nefarious purpose of his vigilante justice deliverance system would be, he would have doubted his plan and maybe even aborted it. Unfortunately for him, he wasn't a psychic, nor was he a mind-reader, so he continued that night through the cold streets of Zurich, and made his way to the hotel. Pretending to be a guest for the wedding whose flight had been delayed, he asked the receptionist the whereabouts of his target. When he was told that the bride's family had gone back, he took a cab to the address the receptionist had given him.

The house (if it could be called a house) was a modern interpretation of the Palace of Versailles in France. The architecture was strongly reminiscent of the lavish establishment but had a charm and homely feeling other structures of its kind lacked. It was a place you could imagine spending a relaxing summer in, with afternoon tea in the landscaped garden and children running around, playing hide-and-seek.

Security that night was lax, since the family had spent the better part of the day at the hotel and needed the men there. Manik had sent most of them home for a rare night off and they were all exceedingly grateful for the rare respite from their duties.

Aryaman took out the guard at the gate with a sleeping gas spray and proceeded into the house via the back door. The lock gave way under the pick and he entered the kitchen silently. The whole place was dark, and he took out the small flashlight to be able to navigate his way around the house. He didn't know which room was Manik Malhotra's so he knew he had to be careful not to go in someone else's room instead.

He walked to the first room downstairs, and stood in front of it for some time, listening for any sounds that might inform him about the identity of the occupant. All he heard was silence. He took out his gun and opened the door slowly. The figure standing in front of him had his back to Aryaman, but judging by the shade of his hair, he knew who it was. Manik turned around and his eyes widened in shock. He only had a tumbler in his hand; no gun or any other weapon of any kind.

The sneer that formed on his face was one that Aryaman was familiar with, but Nandu had hardly seen.

"Agent Arya! What brings you to my home at this time of night? And without invitation, too. Or did the court happen to provide you with one?"

"I'm not here as Agent Arya, Malhotra, I'm here as Nandu's friend. The friend who's trying to protect Nandu from the likes of you. And as for the warrant, I don't need one."

Manik's lips turned at the corners to form a cold smile. "I think your misguided attempt at trying to 'protect' Nandu is of no need, Arya," he said, spitting the name out as if it were an expletive. "She's safer here than she is with any of your people. At least I wasn't the one who let her get kidnapped." Manik didn't include the part where he had, in fact, let Nandu get kidnapped. Those were the singular worst hours of his life, and after all, Arya had been told that Harshad was the one who kidnapped Nandu in the first place, not Manik.

"Cut the crap, Manik, and tell me where Nandu is," Arya said, raising the gun and pointing it at Manik's head.

"She's safe somewhere that you won't be able to get to," he replied, casually leaning against the console and sipping his single malt. "So I suggest you leave, or I could have you escorted out."

"I'm not going anywhere until you tell me where Nandu is." As soon as he said this, the object of all his efforts came out from the bathroom, and stood there in shock as she saw how much the scene had changed since she had gone for a shower a few minutes ago.

"Arya? What are you doing here? And why are you pointing a gun at Manik?" she asked, confused.

Arya's eyes went wide as he noticed her outfit, and he started shaking his head. "Please tell me you are not having an actual relationship with this common criminal Nandu."

"How dare you?" Nandini shouted, offended. "You have no right to come in here and say those things about Manik. I'll have you know he's a perfect gentleman."

Arya was getting angrier by the second. His assumption had turned out to be truer than he wanted it to be, and his body was struggling to contain the rage that was building up inside him, but it was becoming impossible. "I can't believe you're doing this. Have you lost your mind Nandu?" Nandini raised her hands in frustration and the glittering stone on her finger caught Arya's eye. "No!" he gasped. "You're effing engaged to him?"

"So what if I am? What is it to you, Arya?" she replied, raising her chin in defiance.

"You chose him and not me, Nandu," he replied, his voice smooth. "Now watch him die." The sound was muted as the bullet flew towards Manik with incredible momentum. Nandini's body reacted as if by some impulse; muscle contraction before conscious brain function, and she pushed Manik out of the way while putting herself in his place. The bullet pierced her flesh and lodged itself in the right side of her abdomen.

Manik stood there, paralyzed by the horror of what had just happened. His gaze landed on Arya who had a similar expression on his face. The only difference was that the latter's was consumed by guilt as well.

Manik reached out for Nandu and took out his cell phone quickly and called the doctor he knew he could trust with legally sensitive matters such as these. He didn't pay any attention to Arya as he fled. He knew that if he needed to find the agent, he wouldn't have any trouble. They saying 'Revenge is a dish best served cold' came to mind.

"Manik, I'm fine," Nandini said, trying to calm down her frantic fiancé. Manik looked back at her with a shocked expression on his face.

"You just got shot, Nandu. What were you thinking jumping in front of me like that?"

Nandini shrugged her shoulders with an exaggerated air of nonchalance. "Instinct took over."

Manik groaned in frustration and picked Nandini up in his arms. He carried her to the car, passing Dhruv and Alia on his way. They took one look at Nandini and jumped into their own car to follow Manik. As they made their way to the hospital, only one thought circulated in Manik's head; If Nandu dies, I'm not going to be able to live much longer. He knew that the thread of their lives were intertwined, and neither could live without the other, so he made his decision. If Nandu died, he was going to give himself up to the FBI and confess to the sins that weren't his doing.

To be continued........
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