As the tension in the room reached a boiling point, Abir's voice rang out with a desperate urgency. “Nanko, Mishti ko lekar bhag!” His command was sharp, leaving no room for hesitation.

Kunal immediately grabbed Mishti’s hand, pulling her with him as they dashed towards the main door. Mishti stumbled, almost falling as she was dragged by Kunal, her mind too clouded with fear and confusion to fully comprehend what was happening.

Nishant’s fury erupted as he watched them escape, and he instinctively started to chase after them. But before he could move, a loud gunshot echoed through the room. Abir had fired a warning shot into the wall, making Nishant halt in his tracks. For a split second, Nishant’s gaze locked with Abir’s, a mixture of shock and murderous intent in his eyes. Seizing the moment, Abir dashed towards the window, disappearing into the night.

Nishant growled in frustration, his voice dripping with menace as he spat out, “Aayan, one more move, and you’re finished!” With that, he stormed out of the house, jumping into his car and speeding off in pursuit of Mishti and Kunal.

Kunal, now driving the jeep with all the speed he could muster, kept glancing nervously in the rearview mirror. His knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel. “Bhabhi, there’s a path through the forest up ahead. Your parents are supposed to meet us there. You need to go—I’ll catch up with you later,” he urged, his voice tense with urgency.

Mishti shook her head, her voice trembling. “No… no, Kunal, I can’t leave you alone. What if something happens to you?” Her voice wavered, filled with both fear and concern.

But Kunal was resolute. “Bhabhi, main keh raha hoon na, jayein aap! Nishant paas aa raha hai. Please!” he insisted, his eyes filled with desperation.

Mishti’s heart pounded in her chest, but she knew she had no other choice. Reluctantly, she nodded, tears spilling down her cheeks as she jumped out of the jeep and started running into the dense forest. Behind her, Nishant’s car screeched to a halt as he aimed his gun at the jeep’s tires, firing rapidly. The tires burst with a loud bang, sending the jeep lurching to a stop.

Nishant’s eyes narrowed as he saw Mishti disappear into the forest. But before he could turn his car to follow her, a loud roar filled the air—Abir, on his bike, sped towards Nishant’s car, firing a bullet into its tire. The car spun out of control, crashing into a tree with a deafening thud. Nishant, dazed and injured, struggled to get out, but his fury drove him forward. He staggered out of the wreck, still clutching his gun, and began limping towards the forest, his mind set on finding Mishti.

Meanwhile, Kunal was ambushed by Nishant’s men. He fought valiantly, but the sheer number of goons overwhelmed him. They beat him mercilessly, leaving him bloodied and bruised on the ground. As Nishant stumbled closer, his vision blurred from the crash, he continued to fire blindly at Abir, who dodged the bullets as best as he could. But Abir lost control of his bike, and it crashed into a nearby wall. Abir hit the ground hard, groaning in pain, but he forced himself to his feet, determined not to let Nishant get away.

Nishant, now in a frenzy, pushed his way through the underbrush, his eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of Mishti. He could hear the faint rustle of leaves and the sound of his own laboured breathing as he searched.

Mishti was running as fast as she could, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She clutched her abdomen protectively, each step sending a sharp pain through her body. Fear and exhaustion gnawed at her, but she felt a glimmer of hope as she saw her parents approaching from a distance. “Papa!” she cried, collapsing into her father’s arms as soon as she reached him.

Vishamber held her tightly, his heart breaking at the sight of his daughter’s terrified face. “It’s okay, Mishti. Kunal told us everything… We’re so sorry, beta. We failed to protect you, I'm the sole reason, for what you're getting now. But right now, we need to get out of here,” he said, his voice thick with guilt and urgency.

Mishti nodded, her body shaking as the pain in her abdomen grew worse. She tried to move forward, but suddenly she doubled over, groaning in agony as she held her stomach.

“Gudiya rani, dard ho raha hai?” Rajeshri asked worriedly, her eyes filled with tears. “Hiamt rakh, beta. I’ll call Kuhu. She’ll bring an ambulance, and we’ll get you to a hospital,” she added, trying to keep her voice steady despite the panic in her heart.

Vishamber quickly called Kuhu, his voice frantic as he urged her to come as quickly as possible. He ended the call abruptly, his focus entirely on Mishti, who was now breathing heavily, her face pale with pain.

“No, Papa…” Mishti gasped, clutching her mother for support. “We… we have to leave… Nishant could… could come any minute,” she managed to say, her voice barely a whisper.

Her parents nodded, determined to protect their daughter. They helped her move forward, but suddenly, the air was pierced by the sound of gunfire. Mishti’s world seemed to slow down as she saw her parents collapse to the ground, blood pooling around them. Her mind went blank as she turned, seeing Nishant standing there, the smoking gun still in his hand.

“No… Maa… Papa…!” Mishti’s scream tore through the night as she fell to her knees, her body trembling with shock. She crawled to where her parents lay, their blood soaking into the earth. With shaking hands, she cradled their heads in her lap, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed uncontrollably.“No… no… this can’t be happening… you’ll be okay… you have to be okay…” she cried, her voice breaking with each word.

Vishamber’s hand trembled as he reached up to touch Mishti’s face, a weak smile on his lips. “Mishti… beta… forgive us… We couldn’t protect you… Once… we took someone else’s parents away… and now… our daughter is left alone… at the moment she needs us the most…” His voice was faint, filled with regret and sorrow. “You… are our world, Mishti… Remember… we love you… so much…” His voice faded, pain evident in every word.

Rajeshri, her strength fading, gently caressed Mishti’s face, her eyes filled with a mother’s love. “Take care of yourself, beta…baalgopal ne humhara sath...yahin tak likha thaa..”

Mishti’s cries grew louder as she clung to them, desperately wishing she could hold on to them forever. “No… no… you can’t leave me… I can’t lose you both… who else do I have?” Her voice was raw with grief as she hugged them, feeling their life slip away in her arms.

As the world around her blurred, Mishti’s mind was flooded with memories of her parents. She remembered a time before her wedding, sitting on the couch with a pout on her face. “Papa, I’m not talking to you… I’m really angry with you,” she said, her voice filled with childish indignation.

Vishamber had responded playfully, “Well, what will you do when I’m gone for good? Who will you talk to then?”

Mishti had quickly replied, her tone softening. “Don’t say that… I’ll call you lovingly, and you’ll come back… You have to,” she had said, pulling his cheeks as he smiled at her antics.

“Of course, my dear. When my daughter calls me so sweetly, how could I not come?” Vishamber had replied, his voice filled with warmth and love.

The memory faded as Mishti was pulled back to the present, her heart breaking as she realized her parents were gone. Her cries echoed through the forest, a sound of pure agony that shattered the stillness of the night.

Abir arrived, his heart pounding as he heard her scream. When he saw the lifeless bodies of Vishamber and Rajeshri, he froze, the horror of the scene sinking in. His eyes locked on Mishti, who was holding her parents, her entire body shaking with grief. He moved towards her, his own eyes filled with tears, but he stopped when he saw the look in her eyes—a look of complete and utter devastation.

“Mishti…” Abir’s voice was a mere whisper, choked with emotion. He wanted to comfort her, to tell her everything would be alright, but the weight of the loss hung heavy in the air, silencing him.

Mishti managed a faint smile, her voice trembling as she tried to break the silence. “ Papa...” She wishpered, her tone filled with a desperate hope. She gently shook her father, as if trying to rouse him from a deep sleep. But there was no response.

The chill of realisation began to sleep in, but she refused to accept it. She shook him again, this time more urgently, her voice breaking as she pleaded, “ Papa, wake up... please, Papa. Your Mishti is crying... see, I'm calling you...please, wake up for me, Papa...” Her words trailed off into sobs, as she clung to her father's lifeless body, her heart shattering with each passing second.

Her teras blurred her vision, as she turned to her mother, desperately shaking her as well. “ Maa...maa, you always said that when you left me, I would cry the most... remember? When I wouldn't listen to you, you would say I would regret it one day...but, Maa, I haven't done anything wrong this time... I'm crying now, Maa...please, open your eyes,” Mishti sobbed, her voice raw with pain. She collapsed beside her mother, hugging her tightly. As if her embrace could bring her back.

Abir stood a few steps away, his own tears flowing freely as he watched Mishti break down. He couldn't bear to see his strong, fiery mishti in such pain. With trembling hands, he slowly approached her, gently placing his hand on her shoulder. “ Mishti...please, try to hold yourself together...those who were meant to leave have gone... they're not coming back,” Abir's voice was thick with emotions, each word a struggle.

“ We can't stay here mishti, they're gone mishti. We can't..bring them back.”

Mishti looked up at him, her eyes filled with an ocean of grief and despair. “ Ajeeb Rajvansh, tell me...tell me they'll come back if I call them..they will come back to me, tell me my papa will hear me... please....but no, you won't...you can't... you're not mine either, are you? No one is.. everyone has left me... everyone has abandoned me,” She cried out, her voice laced with heartbreak and helplessness.

Abir shook his head, his own tears matching with her's. Just then, Nishant stormed forward, yanking Mishti away from Abir. Mishti gasped as she was pulled back, and Abir's heart wrenched as he watched, helpless.

Nishant's voice dripped with malice as he sneered, “ Mishti, anyone who'll come between us, will meet the same fate. Your parents stood in my way, I erased them. Now, you'll come with me, and only me.”

Furry ignited in Abir's eyes as he stepped forward, his voice firm and filled with rage. “ Enough, Nishant! This ends now! You're not taking Mishti anywhere!” He lunged at Nishant, landing a powerful punch. Nishant retaliated, and soon the two were locked in a vicious, deadly fight, each blow fueled by anger and desperation.

After a brutal exchange, Abir, driven to the edge, pulled out his gun and aimed it at Nishant. His hands shaking with a mix of, anguish and anger.

Nishant smirked, unfazed by the gun pointed at him. “So, you're going to kill me now, huh?” He taunted, his voice oozing with arrogance. He shouted, and one of his men stepped forward, pointing a gun directly at Mishti's head. She froze, her fear paralyzing her.

Nishant let out a low whistle, his voice dripping with mockery. “ What's the matter, abi...Aayan? Are you hesitating? Put that gun down, or I'll shoot Mishti. She's mine, and if I can't have her, no one will.”

Abir's resolve wavered as he looked at Mishti, her terrified eyes locking into his. Tears filled his eyes as he slowly lowered his gun, closing his eyes in defeat.

“What's wrong Abir? Why did you stop? Go ahead, shoot....no? I thought so,” Nishant sneered, stepping closer to Mishti.

He glanced at her, his tone turning even more sinister. “ Mishti, this man betrayed you, didn't he? And now...your parents are gone...they can't protect you anymore. You know what? Why don't you finish him off yourself? It would be poetic justice, wouldn't it? An eye for an eye, A life for a life?”

Nishant grabbed Mishti's hand, forcing the gun into her grasp and pointing it towards Abir. “ Come on, Mishti, shoot him. End his life right here. After all your parents are gone, and you have no one left. You'll be coming with me anyway... what's the point of keeping him alive? Shoot him... sweetheart....shoot him.”

Mishti's hands trembled violently as she held the gun, her mind a whirlwind of pain and sorrow. She looked at Abir, her eyes searching for his for something, anything, to hold on to. They shared a long, emotional gaze, the weight of everything unspoken hanging between them.

Abir's eyes, filled with tears and silent pleas, met Mishti's, begging her not to give into Nishant's twisted games. Time seemed to stand still, as they started at each other, both knowing that this moment would change everything.