" We accept the love we think we deserve. "
-Movie
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A sweet voice rang in Mohit's ears. It was feeble, yet close to him. Felt more like a dream. The voice seemed very familiar, very close, yet he couldn't tell whose it was.

"Mohit....mohit please wake up," the voice whispered, as Mohit slowly began to stir.

How long he was senseless, he didn't know. The room he saw with his blurry eyes was dark and unfamiliar. No sound could be heard anywhere, except for the heavy breathing of the person sitting close to him.

He tried to pull himself up, but with the throbbing pain at the back of his head, he just couldn't.

As his eyes gained some more focus, he seemed to recognize the person in front of him.

She was a girl.

For a moment everything around Mohit froze. He couldn't move, couldn't scream, couldn't cry. It was like escaping the sensation of how to feel.

In front of him was his dream.

That same girl who made him cross cities, drove him almost insane, left him with pieces of herself in a letter. The girl who he had been in love with for years.

The girl of his dreams.

Aahana...

She was right there in front of him, dressed in black top and jeans. Strands of fuzzy brown hair fell over her face, with her jet black eyes intently studying him.

Mohit never felt a dream could be more real. Just when he had lost all hopes of finding her, here she was standing right in font of him.

"Aahana?" he called out, with his hand reaching for hers. Aahana clasped his hand tightly, tears finding their way out of her eyes.

"It feels like one eternity, Mohit. So long I've waited for you. So long."

Mohit with his head propped up against the wall, sighed. It was a sigh of relief. But, still there were a few questions needed to be answered.

"If Rishav's dead, who are all these people following me?" he asked, with his eyes quickly studying the room.

The room was small, with the smell of kerosene all around. A slight bulb dangling from the ceiling, was the sole light source available. There was another person at the one corner of the room, but Mohit couldn't clearly make out his features.

"Rishav....isn't dead. He survived that accident," Aahana replied, with fresh batch of tears in her eyes.

"H-he forced me to come with him. To become a part of this heinous life. There was nothing I could do. I've failed you, Mohit. I've failed everyone I...." she wept bitterly, unable to speak further.

"It's ok we can still fix all this," said Mohit, really hoping Ajay would come up with some plan. At this point he realized how much he relied on Ajay.

But, their little chat could carry on no further, because there was a third person in the room, with his hawk like eyes piercing them both.

"Darling, are you again playing with our beloved guest?" came the man's voice, as Aahana quickly went over to him.

Mohit vaguely remembered hearing the voice, before blacking out. It was of Rishav's.

"You bastard..." he growled, somehow standing up, veins throbbing in his temple. He lunged forward at Rishav with the intent to kill, but Aahana's in-gut punch soon made him collapse backwards with shock.

"Touch my husband and I'll kill you," she hissed, moving towards Mohit.

"Wh-what? But Aahana you...we..." Mohit spurted out, with blood dripping from his nose. This whole turn of event was beyond confusing for him.

A girl who was crying seeing him a few moments back, now was suddenly up to punching the fuck out him. What in the fucking hell.

"You are lucky we didn't kill that bitch tagging along with you," she said, grabbing Mohit by the collar.

"Where's Diya and Nikki?" he bellowed, his heart racing with fear.

"Easy good man, you have a lot of time before you die. But, only if you behave. Same goes for your...that Diya," said Rishav, laughing like the maniac he was.

"Where are they?"

"God, you ask so many questions. It's pissing me off."

"Please let me see them."

"Dear, show your old friend what he wishes to see," said Rishav, the smile never leaving his face. He loved seeing people suffer.

"Sure," said Aahana, moving to left hand side of the room. Then a click sound, and the room was filled with fluorescent lights.

Now one girl could be seen, with hands and feet tied at the corner of the room. By the dusky complexion, Mohit was sure it was Diya.

He ran to her quickly, taking her in his arms. She was in a dishevelled state, with her hair a mess, clothes torn at places.
She had marks of violence allover her face.

"You're girlfriend is pretty hot. All my boys would have so much fun tonight."

Mohit felt like ripping Rishav apart limb by limb for that comment. With tears in his eyes, he hugged Diya even tighter.

"Satisfied are you?" suddenly asked Aahana, her face bearing a sinister smile.

"How could you be so cruel Aahana? You used to be so kind, so loving. Taking blames upon yourself to save others. How did you degraded to playing with lives of other people?"

"Love changes people, Mohit."

"Love?"

"Yes, love. After I met Rishav, I fell in love with him instantly. In college, I understood your unsaid love, but it was useless. Cowards who never speak, never win.

Rishav told me about his business at the very beginning of our marriage. I was mad at him at first, but slowly I accepted it. One day Rishav came up to me and said that police this time was trying to screw him up real bad, and he needed my help."

"Help by fucking with other people's life, bitch?" spat Mohit, pure hatred surging inside him.

"Nope, by starting a play. I wrote to you that fake letter. How cheesy it was, yuck. I will forever love you my teddy, my ass. I almost puked twice while writing it.

Also, I needed a babysitter for Nikki. Thus, you my friend were the piece that completed the equation. The drama even had a great climax. My death, making me the tragic heroine."

"Ajay is the anticlimax in your play. He'll bring it all down to ruins," said Mohit, his eyes burning embers.

"Ajay? Ajay Singh you mean? The officer with 95% success ratio. Gold medalist in shooting, topper of his IPS batch, master sudoku player, abundant knowledge in criminology. He is the catalyst, Mohit."

"...."

Mohit was too dumbstruck to speak. He never in hell could've imagined that Aahana would know so much about Ajay.

"As soon as I found out he was posted in Shimla by my sources, I made the file reach him. I was pretty sure he would take up the case and head for evidences. That letter was hard to crack for normies like you, but for him it was a piece of cake.

Then, out of bumbling emotions you all came running in the sole trap I've laid. He sensed some of my plans, and even wanted to get you all out. But, my quick execution of the plan was too much for him to cope with. He even captured two of my men. That bastard.

That guy is surely one hell of a character. I could even write a book on him. But sadly, in this final battle, I've won."

"Now, you have your daughter and everything. What more do you want from me?" asked Mohit.

"Your retina scan..."

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A/N :-

Finally, over with this tricky chapter.

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