There are flowers everywhere, with some wedding decorations already in place. Virat and Amruta sit on a sofa, holding hands. Amruta seems distracted but keeps a smile on her face. Virat is excited, his eyes glowing with happiness.

Virat: (squeezing her hand gently) Can you believe it, Amu? Tomorrow… tomorrow, we'll finally be together forever. Just you and me. No more goodbyes, no more distance, no more waiting.

Amruta: (forcing a smile) Yes… together.

Virat: (laughing softly) I’ve waited so long for this moment. I mean, remember when we were kids? I used to say I'd marry you one day, and you'd just laugh. Now, look at us. It’s happening for real.

Amruta: (her voice quiet, almost distant) Yeah… it’s happening.

Virat pulls her closer, looking deep into her eyes. He’s full of affection, while Amruta seems lost in thought.

Virat: What’s wrong? You seem... off. Nervous about tomorrow?

Amruta: (quickly) No, no, I’m fine. Just… it’s a big change, you know?

Virat: Change is good! Everything will change, yeah, but it’ll be for the better. We’ll be together in every way possible. Every morning, I’ll wake up next to you. Every evening, we’ll have dinner together. We’ll build our life from scratch. I’ve got so many plans for us.

He speaks passionately, but as his words flow, Amruta’s expression darkens. Her mind races, thoughts taking over.

Amruta’s  Pov : (while Virat continues to speak) This isn’t what I want. Not yet. I thought I did, I thought being with him would make everything clear… but I feel suffocated. Trapped. I’m not ready for this, for all these expectations. There’s so much I haven’t done, so much I want to see. How can I be tied down now? No… no, this isn’t the life I want.

She glances at Virat, who’s now talking about their future home, oblivious to her inner turmoil.
Virat: And just think about all the places we can visit once the wedding's over. Maybe we can honeymoon somewhere exotic. I want to show you the world, Amu. Everything’s going to be perfect.

Amruta: (nodding slightly, but her heart’s not in it) Perfect…

Virat: (kisses her forehead gently) I love you, Amu. We’ve come a long way. Tomorrow, we start forever.

(Amruta stares at him, her eyes flickering with uncertainty, but she says nothing.)

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📍The Next Morning – Virat’s House

The house is bustling with activity. Virat is in his room, getting dressed, a wide smile on his face. He looks at himself in the mirror, adjusts his collar. A knock on the door, and his best friend, Rahul, enters.

Rahul: Look at you, man! The groom! You’re glowing, Virat.

Virat: (laughs) Why wouldn’t I be? Today’s the day I’ve been dreaming of forever.

Rahul: I’m happy for you, bro. Everything’s set. The guests have started arriving. But... I haven’t seen Amruta all morning. Is she here?

Virat: (playfully) She’s probably just taking her time getting ready. You know how girls are on their wedding day. But don't worry, she’ll be there.

(A sudden knock interrupts them. Virat’s aunt Kaveri  rushes in, her face pale and anxious.)

Kaveri: Virat… Virat, I need to talk to you.

Virat: (startled by her tone) What happened? Is everything okay?

Kaveri: It’s Amruta. She’s... she’s gone.

Virat: (confused) Gone? What do you mean, gone?

Kaveri: Her parents... they went to check on her this morning, but... she wasn’t in her room. Her bags are gone too. No one knows where she is.

A tense silence falls over the room. Virat’s face changes from confusion to shock, then anger.

Virat: (slowly, in disbelief) She… left?

Rahul: Maybe she just needed some air. Don’t jump to conclusions.

Kaveri: Virat… she’s gone. She left a note for her parents. She… she’s left for abroad. She won’t be coming back.

Virat stands frozen, the weight of the words sinking in. His hands ball into fists as his whole body trembles with rage and hurt.
Virat: (quietly, more to himself) She left... without even saying a word.

Rahul: Virat... we’ll find her. There’s got to be a reason. Maybe she got scared—

Virat: (cutting him off, his voice sharp with bitterness)
Scared? She didn’t even talk to me. She didn’t even trust me enough to tell me how she felt. After everything... after all these years, she just ran away.
He paces the room, his anger boiling over.

Virat: I thought she loved me. I thought we were in this together. But no, she took the coward's way out. How could she do this?

He punches the wall, tears of rage and pain stinging his eyes. Rahul tries to calm him, but Virat pushes him away.

Virat: She didn’t care. Not about me, not about us. She just... left.

The room falls silent as Virat’s words echo. The weight of Amruta’s absence hangs heavy in the air.
Virat: (coldly, to himself) I hate her.

The lights dim as Virat stands alone, his heart broken, his dreams shattered.
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📌Two Years Later – Virat’s Office

A  modern office with large windows overlooking a cityscape. The space is cold and minimalist, reflecting the emotional void in Virat’s life. His once-vibrant energy has been replaced with a grim determination. He’s sitting at his desk, flipping through documents, but his mind is elsewhere. On the wall, there’s a map with various locations pinned, notes scribbled around them. A knock on the door interrupts his thoughts.

Rahul: (entering hesitantly) Virat… you got a minute?

Virat: (without looking up) Make it quick.

Rahul: (sighs, walking further into the room) Listen, man… it’s been two years. Two years of nothing but this obsession. You’ve cut yourself off from everyone—your family, friends, everything. This… this isn’t healthy. You have to let it go.

Virat: (slowly looks up, his eyes dark and hollow) Let it go? You think I can just forget? Forget that she left me like I didn’t matter? Forget how she ran away from everything we were supposed to be?

Rahul: I get it, man. I do. But look at what you’ve become. You don’t talk to your mom anymore, you barely visit your family. You’re pushing everyone away. All for someone who didn’t even bother to say goodbye.

Virat: (standing up abruptly, his voice sharp) Don’t talk about her like that.

Rahul: (pleading) I’m not trying to hurt you, bro. But you’re drowning yourself in this. You’ve turned your life into this hunt, chasing someone who didn’t want to be found.

Virat: (gritting his teeth, his tone cold) She will be found. I’ve been tracking her for two years, and I’m closer than ever. When I find her… she’ll have no choice but to face me.

Rahul: (sighing) And then what? What happens when you do find her? Do you really think she’ll just come back and everything will be fine?

Virat: (his eyes narrow, his voice low and dangerous) She’ll come back. Because she doesn’t have a choice anymore. She’s mine. She always was.

Rahul: (shakes his head) This isn’t love, Virat. This is something else… something darker.

Virat: (smirking coldly) You don’t understand, Rahul. You never did. She was everything to me, and she will be again. I don’t care what it takes.

(Rahul stands in silence for a moment, then nods, realizing he can’t get through to him.)
Rahul: I hope you know what you're doing, man. But don’t lose yourself completely in this.

He leaves the room, the door closing softly behind him. Virat stands by the window, staring out at the city. His mind is consumed by Amruta, by the moment she left him. He pulls out a file from his desk, filled with information – flight records, sightings, clues leading to her whereabouts. He flips through it with obsessive precision.

Virat: (to himself, voice dripping with a mix of anger and longing) You thought you could run, Amruta. You thought you could leave me behind. But I’m not done with you. Not by a long shot.

He picks up a small envelope from the table, his hand trembling slightly as he opens it. Inside is a photograph of Amruta in a foreign city, standing by a street café, smiling as if she’s moved on. Virat’s jaw clenches as he stares at the picture.

Virat: (darkly, his voice barely above a whisper) Welcome back, Soon To-Be Mrs. Ahuja.
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📍Amruta’s New Life – Armenia
Amruta walks down a quiet street, her face relaxed and calm, a stark contrast to the woman she once was. She’s dressed simply, carrying a few grocery bags, completely unaware of what’s coming. The world around her feels peaceful. She’s rebuilt her life, but there’s still a subtle sadness in her eyes – perhaps the guilt, or maybe the lingering memory of the life she left behind.

She turns the corner and enters a small, quaint apartment building. The interior is warm and welcoming. She places the grocery bags on the kitchen counter and pours herself a cup of tea. She takes a seat by the window, looking out at the quiet street, breathing in the serenity.

Amruta: (to herself, softly) It’s been two years… but sometimes, I still feel him. Like he’s out there, searching for me.
She sips her tea, closing her eyes, shaking off the thought. But as she opens her eyes, her gaze lands on a small envelope tucked under her door. She frowns, setting down her cup, walking cautiously toward it. She picks it up, her hands trembling as she recognizes the handwriting.

Amruta: (whispers) Virat…

Her heart pounds in her chest as she opens the envelope, pulling out a simple note. It reads: "I found you. See you soon." Her hands start to shake, her breath catching in her throat. She drops the note and stumbles back, the cup of tea slipping from her grasp and shattering on the floor.

She stares at the note in horror, realizing that the life she thought she had escaped from is about to come crashing back.

Amruta stands by the window, clutching the note from Virat. Her hands tremble, but there's a fire in her eyes – a mix of fear and determination. This time, she's done running.

Amruta: (to herself, whispering) I can’t keep running. I have to face him… face whatever this has become.

She takes a deep breath, steadying herself. The silence in the room is suffocating. She knows he's coming, and with every passing second, the weight of it grows heavier. Amruta stands tall, but her mind races with the memories of what they once shared. She glances at an old picture of them on her desk – a reminder of the love that once was, now long gone.

Amruta’s Pov :
I know he hates me now. I know I hurt him... but I had no choice. I wasn’t ready to give up everything for a life I didn’t want. He didn’t understand. He probably never will. But this... this has to end.

Outside, the sound of heavy footsteps approaching the building echoes through the night. Virat’s figure moves through the shadows, his face hardened by years of obsession. His once boyish charm is replaced by a cold intensity. There’s no softness left in his gaze, only a singular focus: Amruta.

He stands in front of the apartment building for a moment, staring up at the window he knows belongs to her. A twisted smirk plays on his lips as he thinks back to everything that’s led him here.

Virat’s Pov :
I loved her. Innocently, purely. I would’ve given her the world. But she shattered everything. She left me without a word. Made me question everything – my worth, my love. And now… now she’ll pay. She can’t run anymore. Not from me.

He moves toward the door, pushing it open effortlessly. His heart races, a mix of rage and a warped sense of reunion pulsing through him. As he ascends the stairs, each step echoes in the empty hallway. His mind plays out the scene in his head – how he’ll confront her, how she’ll try to explain, how he won’t let her go this time.

Amruta stands near the door, waiting, her breathing shallow. She knows it's only a matter of time before he arrives. The tension in the air is palpable. Suddenly, there’s a loud knock. She freezes, staring at the door as if it's a monster waiting to devour her. She takes a deep breath, steadies herself, and opens the door.

Virat stands there, his eyes burning into hers. For a moment, neither of them speaks. They just stare at each other, a world of unspoken words passing between them. The love they once had is still there, buried beneath layers of pain and resentment.
Virat: (his voice low, almost mocking) Did you think you could hide forever, Amruta?

Amruta: (swallowing hard, her voice steady despite her fear) I wasn’t hiding. I was trying to live… without you.

Virat: (stepping inside, closing the door behind him with a forceful click) Without me? You think you could just walk away from what we had? From me?
Amruta: (calmly, but with an underlying tension) I didn’t want to hurt you, Virat. But I couldn’t live the life you wanted. I wasn’t ready. I’m still not ready.

Virat: (his face twisting with a mix of rage and hurt) Not ready? You left me! Without a word. You ran like a coward. You didn’t even give me a chance to understand. To fix things.

Amruta: (her voice soft but firm) Because you wouldn’t have understood. You never did. I was drowning in your expectations, in what you thought our life should be. I needed space to find myself… but all you wanted was to control me.

Virat: (his voice rising, the madness in his eyes growing clearer) Control you? I wanted to love you! I wanted to make a life with you! Everything I did was for us, Amruta. For you!

Amruta: (stepping closer, her voice rising with frustration) No, Virat. Everything you did was for yourself. You never asked me what I wanted. You decided for me. You smothered me with your love, and it became too much.

Virat: (gritting his teeth, his voice low and dangerous) You don’t get to tell me what’s too much. Not after what you did. You broke me, Amruta. You turned my love into... this.

He gestures to himself, his hands shaking slightly with pent-up rage. There’s a haunted look in his eyes, as though he’s barely holding himself together.

Virat: You think I wanted to become like this? Obsessed? Possessed? You made me like this when you walked away. You took the one good thing in my life and threw it away.

Amruta: (her voice softens, filled with guilt and pain) I never meant for this to happen. I never meant to hurt you so deeply. But… I had to leave, Virat. I couldn’t be the person you wanted me to be. And I can't be that person now.

Virat: (stepping closer, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper) You don’t get to leave again. Not now. Not ever.

He reaches out and grabs her wrist, his grip tight and possessive. Amruta winces but doesn’t pull away. She looks him in the eye, her fear replaced by a quiet resolve.

Amruta: (firmly, staring straight into his eyes) Let me go, Virat.

Virat: (his voice breaking, torn between love and madness) No. I won’t. You’re mine, Amruta. You always were. And I’ll never let you go again.

Amruta: (with calm defiance) You’re not the man I loved anymore. You think this is love, but it’s not. It’s obsession. You’re holding onto something that’s already gone.

Virat’s face contorts with rage at her words. He tightens his grip on her wrist, pulling her closer, their faces inches apart.

Virat: (darkly) You don’t get to tell me what love is. I’ll show you. I’ll make you stay.

Amruta: (her voice steady, unflinching) You can’t force me, Virat. You can’t trap me. Not again.

The tension in the room thickens as Virat stands before Amruta, his face twisted with a dangerous mix of anger and obsession. Amruta stares at him, defiant, but there’s a flicker of fear in her eyes. Virat takes a deep breath, and in one swift movement, he grabs her arm roughly.

Amruta: (struggling, her voice rising in panic) Let go of me, Virat! You can’t do this!

Virat: (his grip tightening, his voice low and menacing) You think I can’t? You ran from me once, Amruta. I won’t let it happen again.

He starts pulling her toward the door, dragging her with force. Amruta tries to pull free, her voice trembling with both fear and anger.

Amruta:
You can’t just take me like this! This isn’t love! You’re out of your mind!

Virat: (sarcastically) Out of my mind? Maybe. But it’s all because of you, Amruta. I wanted to give you the whole world, and what did you do? You left me. You betrayed me. You said I trapped you, but you haven’t even seen what it feels like to be trapped.

He pulls her harder, his strength overpowering her as she stumbles toward the door. Amruta claws at his hand, trying to free herself, but he’s relentless.

Amruta: (yelling, her voice cracking with desperation) Stop this, Virat! You can’t make me stay with you! This isn’t love, this is madness!

Virat: (gritting his teeth, dragging her closer to him)  You don’t get to decide anymore, Amruta. You had your chance to talk, to explain, but you ran. Now, you’ll live with the consequences.

Amruta continues to struggle, but Virat is too strong. Tears fill her eyes as the reality of the situation sets in. She’s trapped, powerless in his grip.

Amruta: (her voice breaking, pleading) Please… Virat, don’t do this. You’re not this person. You don’t have to be.

Virat: (coldly, staring down at her) Maybe I wasn’t. Maybe I used to be the man who would’ve done anything for you, who would’ve waited for you to be ready. But you broke that man, Amruta. You turned him into this.

He forces her out the door, dragging her down the hallway. Amruta’s heart races as she tries to fight back, but the weight of his strength and determination is too much. The world outside her apartment feels distant, as if there’s no escape.

Virat: (in a low, chilling voice) Now you’ll know what it really feels like to be trapped. You’ll live with me, under me, and there won’t be any more running. I’ll make sure of it.

Amruta’s breath catches in her throat as she realizes the depth of his obsession. She looks up at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of anger, fear, and sorrow.

Amruta: (her voice barely a whisper) This isn’t the man I fell in love with.

Virat: (laughing darkly) No, it isn’t. And you know what? I don’t care anymore.

He drags her into the street, where a car waits. Virat forcefully opens the door and pushes her inside. Amruta gasps, struggling to regain control, but it’s no use. The door slams shut behind her as Virat circles around to the driver’s seat.
Amruta: (pleading one last time as he starts the car) You can’t keep me like this. You can’t make me stay with you through force. This will never work.

Virat: (his eyes fixed on the road ahead, his voice cold and final) We’ll see about that.

The car speeds off into the night, leaving behind the quiet street where Amruta had once thought she could start anew. But now, she’s back in Virat’s world – a world that has twisted and turned into something far darker than she ever imagined.
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📍Virat’s House – The Cage

The car pulls into Virat’s estate, an isolated mansion surrounded by high walls. The air is thick with tension as the car comes to a stop. Virat gets out first, walking to the passenger side. He yanks the door open, grabbing Amruta’s arm and dragging her out of the car.

Virat: (pulling her inside the house) Welcome to your new life, Amruta. This is where you’ll stay. No more running, no more choices. Just you and me.

Amruta stumbles into the grand foyer, her eyes darting around in panic. The house feels suffocating, like a gilded cage. She tries to pull away from him again, but Virat’s grip remains firm.

Amruta: (defiantly, her voice quivering) I’ll never love you again. You can’t force me into this. You’ll destroy both of us if you keep going like this.

Virat: (his eyes narrowing, his voice soft but menacing) I don’t need your love anymore, Amruta. I just need you. You’ll learn to accept this, because you have no choice.

He pulls her up the grand staircase toward a locked room at the end of the hallway. Amruta’s heart pounds in her chest as he opens the door and shoves her inside.

Virat: (standing in the doorway, watching her with a twisted sense of satisfaction) This is where you’ll stay until you realize that there’s no escape. This is your life now.

Amruta: (her voice shaking with fury and fear) You’re sick, Virat! This isn’t love—this is cruelty!
Virat: (leaning against the doorframe, smirking) Call it whatever you want. I call it justice. You broke me, Amruta. Now I’m breaking you.

He slams the door shut, locking it from the outside. Amruta rushes to the door, banging on it with her fists, but it’s no use. She’s trapped. Virat walks down the hall, his footsteps echoing through the empty house.

Virat’s Pov :
You’ll see, Amruta. You’ll understand what it feels like to be left with nothing. And maybe then, you’ll regret ever leaving me.
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The night remains still, and the mansion quiet as Amruta slowly opens the window of the room where she is being held. Her breath is shallow, and her hands tremble, but she knows this is her only chance. She climbs out, her heart racing, her eyes darting toward the gates. She doesn’t know where she’ll go, but anywhere is better than here. As she makes her way across the lawn, the cold night air stings her skin. She glances over her shoulder, praying Virat hasn’t noticed.

Just as she reaches the edge of the property, she hears footsteps. Her heart sinks in.

Virat: (his voice cold and mocking from behind her) Where do you think you’re going, Amruta?

Amruta freezes, turning slowly to see Virat standing there, his eyes blazing with fury. He steps closer, his face contorted with anger and betrayal.

Virat: (grabbing her arm roughly) You thought you could run again? After everything?

Amruta: (struggling in his grip, her voice filled with anger and desperation) Let me go, Virat! I won’t stay here! I can’t live like this!

Virat: (pulling her closer, his voice dangerously low) You don’t have a choice. You tried to run once, and I let it slide. But not again. Not this time.

Without another word, he drags her back inside the mansion, her protests and struggles futile against his strength. He pulls her all the way to his bedroom, slamming the door behind them.
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📍Virat’s Bedroom – The Confrontation

Virat pushes Amruta into the room, her body stumbling forward as she catches her balance. She turns to face him, her eyes filled with both fury and fear. He stands by the door, watching her with a possessive, almost predatory gaze.

Amruta: (her voice shaking with defiance) I hate you, Virat. You’re a monster. I will never share a room with you!
Virat: (stepping toward her, his expression darkening) Hate me all you want. It won’t change anything. You’re mine now, and this is where you’ll stay. Right in front of my eyes, where I can control you.

Amruta: (backing away, her voice trembling) I’ll never be yours! Not like this! This isn’t love—it’s torture!

Virat’s eyes flash with rage, and in one swift motion, he grabs her again, pulling her close. Amruta struggles against him, trying to push him away, but he’s too strong. He leans in, his face inches from hers.

Virat: (his voice harsh and filled with madness) You don’t get to decide anymore, Amruta. You think you can run from me? You think you can escape this?

Before she can respond, Virat presses his lips against hers in a forceful, angry kiss. Amruta’s eyes widen in shock, and she tries to push him away, her hands pressing against his chest. She struggles, her body tense with resistance, but Virat doesn’t stop.

Amruta: (pushing him away with all her strength, her voice breaking with both fear and rage) Stop it, Virat! Stop!

Virat: (grabbing her wrists, holding her in place, his voice cold and filled with twisted satisfaction) This is what happens when you try to leave me, Amruta. If you try to run away again, this is what you’ll get. Stay in your limits, because now… now you’re trapped. For life.

Amruta’s eyes fill with tears as she stares at him, her body trembling. She pulls her wrists out of his grip and steps back, her voice filled with a mixture of anger and heartbreak.

Amruta: (her voice low, filled with hatred) You’ll never break me, Virat. No matter what you do. I’ll never be yours.

Virat’s expression hardens at her words, his eyes narrowing.
Virat: (darkly, stepping closer to her) We’ll see about that.

Amruta steps back, her body pressed against the wall, her heart racing. She knows that whatever this is between them now, it isn’t love. It’s a dangerous game of control, and she’s trapped in it.

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