Third person's pov!

"Siddharth will find you? Do you think so? There is no trace left to track you, my darling Nidhi. I made sure of it." Viraj asked, a sinister smirk playing on his lips.

She wanted to cry out at her ill fate. Darkness clung to her like a suffocating shroud. The flickering overhead bulb cast eerie shadows on the damp walls, accentuating the hopelessness of her situation. Bound to the chair, she sank into a pit of self-pity. How has her life led her to this? What cruel twist of fate had brought Viraj Parikh into her existence?

"There is no escape for you, Nidhi." He sneered, revelling in the twisted game he believed he was winning.

The sense of vulnerability intensified as he approached, his fingers tracing the contours of her face. Every touch, every word, fueled her repulsion. The weight of his obsession bore down on her, threatening to extinguish the flicker of hope she clung to.

She was losing all hope to live! She just wished she died, instead of having such a slow painful emotional death.

On the other side, a chaotic dance unfolded as Siddharth's security team engaged Viraj's henchmen. The warehouse became a battleground, the clash of opposing forces echoing in the cavernous space. In the midst of the chaos, Siddharth's focus never wavered from finding his Nidhi.

He ached to hold her in his arms and let her know that everything was alright. He could imagine how scared she might be at the moment and his worry for her doubled.

Sunny's security team, a well-coordinated unit honed by years of working together, clashed with Viraj's henchmen. The air crackled with tension as each side fought for dominance in the cavernous space.

Amidst the chaos, Siddharth's steely gaze cut through the turmoil, a beacon of determination in the whirlwind of battle.

"Find Nidhi! She is here somewhere," he bellowed, his voice slicing through the noise. Mukul and Ansh nodded in acknowledgment, their shared commitment evident in their eyes.

They all had one agenda! Find Siddharth's Nidhi.

The initial search proved more challenging than anticipated. The GPS tracker pointed to the spot, yet Nidhi remained elusive, like sand slipping through their fingers. Siddharth's frustration was palpable, a silent fear clawing at him.

"Where the hell is she? How can the tracker show the wrong location?" He muttered, the weight of the unknown pressing down on him.

Ansh placed a steadying hand on Siddharth's shoulder.

"We will find her, Sid. She is here. Trust the tracker," Ansh urged, his voice a reassuring anchor in the midst of the storm.

The team's diligent sweep of the warehouse uncovered an oddity - an inconspicuous slab on the floor resembling a drainage cover. Siddharth, his instincts finely tuned, crouched down to investigate.

"This might be it," he declared, his fingers tracing the edges of the disguised opening. He felt his heart in the mouth, realising that he was much closer to Nidhi.

As Sunny and his team delved deeper, they uncovered the concealed entrance beneath the slab. A hidden passage, veiled from casual observation, revealed itself.

With strong determination, Siddharth guided everyone through the twists and turns of the hidden structure. Each step had a clear purpose, like a steady march, bringing them closer to ending the gripping nightmare.

Everyone followed closely, their faces etched with shared determination.

The underground passage unveiled a foreboding door, a portal to the unknown. Siddharth, fueled by a mix of adrenaline and love, kicked it open with a resounding thud.

This was it! Time for some action..

The room beyond held Nidhi, captive and vulnerable. Relief surged through Siddharth as their eyes locked, a silent understanding passing between them.

But soon his eyes turned wild when he looked at the man with his hand on Nidhi's face.

Viraj Parikh!

The next second Viraj Parikh was on the floor, his hand clutching his chest, his face contorted in pain.

With a primal roar, Siddharth lunged at Viraj Parikh, propelled by a surge of fury and protectiveness. His fists collided with Viraj's face, a symphony of vengeance echoing in the dimly lit room. The sinister smile that had haunted Nidhi vanished, replaced by a wildness that scared Nidhi once again.

"You thought you could take her from me? You thought you could break us?" Siddharth's voice thundered, each word punctuated by a brutal blow. His knuckles connected with Viraj's jaw, a satisfying crack reverberating through the air.

Viraj, though momentarily taken aback, retaliated with a swift kick to Siddharth's midsection. The two adversaries engaged in a ruthless dance, a clash of wills that transcended the physical realm. The room became a battleground.

Laksh, Mukul and Ansh stood by watching. They knew Siddharth would want to deal with this himself. After all, Viraj Parikh crossed him by targeting his woman. Siddharth is never going to forgive or forget that. And they simply stood there, letting Siddharth deal with Viraj.

"So, you finally figured out about me, huh. You are not going to walk out of here alive. Leaving you all dead, I am going to take her away from here." Viraj spat, blood dribbling down his chin. Siddharth's eyes flared with an intensity that could rival the sun.

"No one, not you or anyone else, decides her fate but her." Siddharth declared, a relentless onslaught of punches punctuating his words. Each strike was fueled by the love he felt for his Nidhi and the anger and hatred that Viraj had ignited within him.

As the struggle intensified, Nidhi, still bound to the chair, watched with a mix of fear and hope. Her heart raced, torn between the terror of Viraj's presence and the reassurance that Siddharth's ferocity provided.

The room echoed with the sounds of their fierce confrontation - the grunts of exertion, the thud of blows, and the gasps of desperation. Siddharth, driven by an unwavering determination, gained the upper hand, pinning Viraj against the cold, damp wall.

"You will never touch her again. I won't let even your shadow fall on my woman ever again."

Siddharth's words were like snow falling on her molten heart and her heart thudded again in hope, not realising what was coming ahead in her life..

The room echoed with the remnants of Siddharth's thunderous declaration, the impact of his words hanging in the air like a promise of retribution.

Nidhi, still bound to the chair, felt a strange mix of relief and dread. The wildness in Siddharth's eyes was both a source of comfort and an unsettling reminder of the darkness they were entangled in.

As Siddharth launched towards Viraj Parikh for another blow, Ansh and Mukul sprang into action. They rushed forward, determined to restrain Siddharth and prevent the situation from spiralling further into chaos.

This was enough. Now was time to handover everything to the authorities.

"Sid, that's enough," Ansh commanded, his voice firm but laced with concern. He, along with Mukul, positioned themselves between Siddharth and the fallen Viraj, forming a human barrier.

"Nidhi needs you right now, Siddharth. We have got this," Laksh added, his gaze unwavering. The intensity of the situation was etched on their faces, a reflection of the loyalty they harboured.

Siddharth, his fists still clenched, reluctantly yielded to the restraint imposed by Ansh and Mukul. The adrenaline that had fueled his ferocity now coursed through his veins, manifesting as rapid breaths and an unquenched thirst for vengeance.

He wanted to kill Viraj Parikh. Never in his life had he wanted to kill someone. Never had he felt such kind of violence his life. But Viraj Parikh did the crime of touching his woman and there is no forgiveness for that sin. Death was the punishment in his book of justice. But as Laksh just said, Nidhi needs him at the moment.

Meanwhile, Viraj Parikh lay on the floor, battered and broken. The once-confident sneer had faded, replaced by a twisted grimace of pain. Siddharth's blows had left an everlasting mark on the man who had ruined the lives of thousands of girls.

"The police are on their way. We need to hand him over to them. Let the law deal with this, Sid." Ansh spoke to Siddharth in a calming tone.

"We have got evidence on him, Mr Raichand. Our Private Investigator, Arun, has collected all the details. Viraj Parikh won't escape the consequences of his actions. He would be locked forever for all his crimes and sins. Sandeep Datta is already under custody. The police have raided Balvant Seth's offices and houses. Even he is arrested now." Sunny stepped forward, supporting Ansh's assertion.

Viraj heard in horror that all his accomplices were already under custody.

Siddharth, though still seething with anger, understood the wisdom in their words. Reluctantly, he nodded, allowing Ansh and Mukul to step aside. The room, once a battlefield, now awaited the arrival of justice.

As the distant wails of sirens grew louder, Siddharth's pent-up tension escalated. The police arrived, clad in authoritative uniforms that marked the endgame for Viraj Parikh's reign of terror.

Viren Parikh IPS led the team.

The air hung heavy with the aftermath of the brutal fight. Viraj Parikh, a whimpering mess on the floor, looked up as the heavy footsteps of approaching police officers echoed through the hidden passage. A flicker of defiance momentarily sparked in his eyes, extinguished as quickly as it appeared when he saw the glint of handcuffs glinting under the harsh overhead lights.

Laksh cut the ropes binding Nidhi, his movements quick. Relief washed over her as she stretched her stiff limbs, her eyes flitting between Siddharth, whose chest heaved with controlled rage, and Viraj, a pathetic caricature of the monster he once seemed.

Suddenly, a guttural scream pierced the tense silence. A young officer, caught off guard, stumbled back, clutching his arm,a crimson stain blooming across his uniform. In the split second of confusion, Viraj lunged, snatching the officer's dropped gun.

The room collectively froze. Time seemed to stretch and distort as Viraj, a deranged grin twisting his features, pointed the gun directly at Nidhi. Her heart hammered a frantic rhythm against her ribs, the blood draining from her face.

"Viraj, drop the gun down." Viren said in a warning tone, as he looked at the evil side of the brother who always looked polite.

"Didn't think I would go down without a fight, did you, Raichand?" Viraj rasped, his voice laced with a desperate, psychotic energy. "You may have everything, but you can't protect everyone."

Siddharth lunged forward, a primal roar escaping his throat.

A chorus of shouts erupted from the security team, their hands instinctively reaching for their own holsters. But it was too late.

The gunshot, followed by the sickening sound of thud made everyone freeze.

"Arrghhh!" Nidhi's scream echoed across the walls of the warehouse.

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