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As soon as Aadish realized the colossal mix-up, his disbelief quickly gave way to a wave of frustration. The plan was simple-safeguard his beloved Avantika. Yet, sitting in front of him, awkward and clearly out of place, was his towering, six-foot-tall brother, Armaan.
"Armaan," Aadish growled, his voice laced with exasperation, "what the hell are you doing in her room?"
Armaan, who had been trying to process the ridiculous situation himself, leaned back against the chair, his expression caught between amusement and disbelief. Despite his calm exterior, he couldn't ignore the weariness in his younger brother's voice.
"I just went to check on her as soon as I landed," Armaan said matter-of-factly, his tone steady but edged with concern. "I was having a bad feeling about her safety this whole time during my trip."
The words struck Aadish, making him pause mid-thought. Armaan had always been protective, not just of Avantika but of everyone he cared about. This wasn't out of character, but it certainly added a new layer of chaos to Aadish's poorly executed plan.
Aadish, known for his sharp wit and unyielding determination, was now pacing like a caged animal in the room, glaring at Armaan as if trying to will him to vanish. Meanwhile, Armaan-cool, composed, and visibly exhausted from his trip-sat with a faint smirk, almost enjoying the situation despite the tension.
"You've got to be kidding me," Aadish muttered under his breath, dragging a hand down his face. "Out of all the people to kidnap by accident, I had to pick you!"
Armaan raised an eyebrow. "Kidnap? Really, Aadish? That's what you were trying to do? And here I thought you'd come to your senses and decided to give Avantika some space."
Aadish shot him a withering glare. "This isn't funny. Do you even realize the mess we're in now? Maa sa and Baba sa can't know about this. We'll handle it ourselves."
Armaan nodded, leaning forward, his sharp gaze locking with Aadish's. "Agreed. But you need to tell me everything. What's going on, and why do you think Avantika's safety is at risk?"
For a moment, the brothers simply stared at each other. The weight of their bond-built on trust, shared responsibility, and an unspoken promise to protect their family-filled the room.
"I'll explain everything," Aadish finally said, his voice softer, almost resigned. "But first, we need to figure out what to do next. We can't afford any more mistakes."
Armaan leaned back, his expression unreadable, though a faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Despite the absurdity of the situation, he couldn't help but admire his younger brother's determination.
As the two of them began to strategize, it was clear that no matter how tangled the situation had become, one thing was certain: when it came to the Rajawat family, the bond between brothers was unshakable. And together, they would ensure the safety of their family's three diamonds, no matter the cost.
Aadish stepped out of his room, his expression a mixture of annoyance and disbelief. Armaan followed him closely, seemingly oblivious to the storm brewing in Aadish's mind.
"Aaj hi kyun nahi bataya ki tum aa rahe ho?" Aadish's tone was sharp as he questioned Armaan. (Why didn't you tell me you were coming today itself?)
"I wanted to surprise you," Armaan replied casually, still unaware of the tension hanging in the air.
"Surprise...? Sach mein, Armaan? Tum pehle kabhi aisa nahi karte the," Aadish said, his face contorted in an almost comical disbelief, as though he was staring at some rare spectacle. (Surprise...? Really, Armaan? You've never done anything like this before.)
Armaan, however, remained unfazed. He suddenly stopped in his tracks and exclaimed, "Boss!" His voice was tinged with excitement as he added, "Yeh surprise toh bhabhi sa ke liye tha." (The surprise was for bhabhi sa-sister-in-law.)
The room fell silent for a moment as the weight of Armaan's words registered. Aadish's stern expression softened, replaced by confusion and perhaps a hint of exasperation.
Aadish's eyes narrowed as he shot back sharply, "Then where is she?"
Armaan blinked, confused by the sudden intensity. "What do you mean, where is she?" he asked, his tone laced with a touch of irritation, as if to say, Stop joking, yaar.
"Abe gadhe... yaha nahi hai tabhi toh puchh raha hoon na!" Aadish snapped, unlocking his car door and sliding in. (You idiot... she isn't here, that's why I'm asking!)
Armaan, now genuinely worried, followed closely behind as the guards moved to their positions. "Bhai sa, aap kya keh rahe hain? Kahan hain bhabhi sa? Kal shaadi hai aapki..." Armaan's voice carried a rising tension as he quickly messaged the house security, instructing them to send him any details about bhabhi sa's whereabouts. (Brother, what are you saying? Where is bhabhi sa? Your wedding is tomorrow!)
"Janta hoon... kal shaadi hai," Aadish replied curtly, his jaw tightening as he dialed the police. (I know... the wedding is tomorrow.) Both of them had already tried calling her multiple times, but her phone stubbornly remained switched off.
The tension between the two men was palpable, their minds racing with worry. Armaan's casual surprise had taken a dark turn, and now every second felt like an eternity.
"Haan toh dhyaan rakhna tha na! Aise kaise jaane diya aapne unko?" Armaan's frustration spilled out as he paced back and forth. (You should have been more careful! How could you let her go like this?)
He ran his fingers through his hair and continued, "Ab dekho, in namuno ka bhi phone nahi lag raha... Hai kahan ye tino? Agar galti se bhi Maa sa ko ye baat pata chali na... toh khud hum dono ka encounter kar dengi!" (Now look, even those fools' phones aren't reachable. Where are the three of them? If, by mistake, Maa sa gets to know about this, she'll have us both killed!)
As he ranted, Armaan's phone buzzed, and he quickly opened the message. It was a video clip sent from the mansion's security team. His eyes widened in relief.
"Dekhiye, Raja sa! Aapki Rani sa apne do devro ke saath hi hain," Armaan said, exhaling deeply. (Look, Raja sa! Your Rani sa is with her two younger brothers-in-law.)
Aadish glanced at the screen and felt a flicker of relief. If she was with them, she was likely safe. Yet, the tension refused to leave his face. Only he understood the real gravity of the situation.
"Armaan, CM ko call karo. Ye police officers kuch nahi kar paa rahe hain," Aadish said hurriedly, his voice laced with authority and urgency. (Armaan, call the Chief Minister. These police officers can't handle this.)
Despite the small reassurance, the stakes felt higher than ever. Aadish's mind raced with the implications of her sudden disappearance, and the tension in the air grew heavier by the second.
As soon as Armaan ended the call, Aadish turned to him and asked in a sharp yet low tone, "Is the shipment arrived?"
"Yes, it's here already. I've checked," Armaan replied in a flat, no-nonsense voice, though his mind was preoccupied with something else entirely.
A moment of silence lingered, only to be broken by Armaan's loud, dramatic outburst. "Kaise dhokebaaz hain ye sab! Bhai sa, mere aane tak wait bhi nahi kiya. Teeno hi chale gaye... Dekh lena, ab toh main baat hi nahi karunga inse!" (What traitors they are! Bhai sa, they didn't even wait for me to arrive. All three of them left without me... Just watch, now I'm not going to talk to them at all!)
Aadish let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. "Armaan, tumhe nahi lagta ye complain game hum baad mein bhi khel sakte hain? Vaise leke toh mujhe bhi nahi gaye... Mere saghe bhai toh bhai, biwi bhi nahi le gayi mujhe, yaar," he said, his tone dipping to a resigned murmur. (Armaan, don't you think we can play this blame game later? By the way, they didn't take me either... My own brothers didn't, and even my wife left me out, yaar.)
Armaan opened his mouth to respond, but his words were interrupted by the sharp buzz of an incoming call. It was the CM calling back. Without hesitation, Armaan put the phone on speaker.
A commanding voice filled the room, its gravity immediately silencing any lingering humor.
"Raja sa, humne apne saare aadmi laga diye hain. Kal subah tak khabar kar denge aapke," the CM's voice came through, trying its best to sound confident yet respectful. (Raja sa, we've deployed all our men. You'll have news by tomorrow morning.)
Hearing this, Armaan instantly regretted his decision to put the call on speaker. He glanced nervously at Aadish, who now looked more dangerous than ever.
"Mr. CM, paanch minute hain tumhare paas. Bas location bhej dena. Warna tumhari kursi opposition ko dete mujhe ek second nahi lagega," Aadish said, his voice cold and sharp, cutting through the air like a blade. (Mr. CM, you have five minutes. Just send me the location. Otherwise, it won't take me even a second to hand your chair to the opposition.)
The CM, who had been trying to maintain his composure, felt his confidence crumble. Aadish's tone left him sweating in his seat. Before the CM could respond, Aadish ended the call abruptly, leaving the man on the other end feeling like a cockroach trapped under a glaring light.
As the room fell silent, a soft laugh echoed from the shadows. Someone else had been eavesdropping on their conversation. The intruder stepped closer, their amusement evident in their voice.
"I loved it, Mr. Blue Eyes," they said, their tone smooth and teasing,
Inside the car, the silence was heavy, the tension palpable. Breaking it, Armaan grabbed his phone and dialed the DSP, his tone sharp and commanding.
"Put the city on high alert. I don't care what you have to say or do-just do it. You have no time," he barked into the phone.
As the call ended, the city's usual traffic began to clear rapidly, creating a path for their search mission to proceed smoothly. The streets emptied like clockwork, and the chaos seemed to organize itself under Aadish's growing shadow of influence.
"Bhai sa, CM is calling," Armaan said, glancing at the screen.
"Pick it up, Armaan. Fast," Aadish replied without a second of hesitation.
Armaan answered, "Hello..." but instead of the CM's voice, a frustrated tone of a girl came from the other side.
"Mr. PA, where is your boss?" the voice demanded. It was sharp, dripping with irritation.
Armaan frowned and quickly covered the mic with his hand. "Bhai sa, yeh Riya hai, CM ki chhoti beti," he whispered. (Bhai sa, this is Riya, the CM's younger daughter.)
Aadish gave Armaan a slight nod, signaling him to continue the conversation. Armaan cleared his throat and responded, "Hello... Riya ji?"
Riya's frustration only seemed to escalate. "Don't 'Riya ji' me. Where is your boss?" she snapped, clearly unimpressed by Armaan's attempt at formality. It was evident she hadn't expected him to pick up the call, and her irritation was spilling over.
Before Aadish could even open his mouth, Armaan's voice cut through the tension like a sharp blade. "Devi ji, apne pita shri ko kripya baat karne de... Kyunki aaj kuchh halat yun hain... Insaan ki bali bhi chaad gayi toh kisi ko afsos na hoga." (Goddess, please allow your father to speak... Because today, the situation is such... even the sacrifice of a human being will cause no remorse.)
The words echoed in the car, carrying a weight that seemed to freeze the air between them. The moment Riya heard Armaan's chilling declaration, her hand instantly moved to the phone. She didn't pass it to him because she was afraid of Armaan's words. It was more about the man Armaan was speaking of-the one whose fate was now tied to Armaan's words.
As Armaan's threat hung in the air, he continued, "CM sahab, city high alert par hai. Aapko fir bhi apni na jindgi pyari na beti, aur na hi kursi..." (Mr. CM, the city is on high alert. And yet, neither your life, nor your daughter, nor your chair is safe...)
Riya was silent on the other end, her grip tightening on the phone. But Armaan's words were not meant to be negotiated with.
"Time's up..." Aadish said coldly, cutting the call before anyone could respond.
Armaan glanced at him, his glare passing over Aadish like a storm. Despite the tension, they both knew the game was set now-the stakes were higher than ever, and neither was willing to back down.
As Aadish and Armaan scoured the city, their frustration growing with each passing minute, the entire operation felt like an intense game of cat and mouse. Over 10,000 guards, each stationed at key points across the city, had been activated, their sole mission: to find the tigdi-the trio that had been hiding for years The city itself had turned into a massive search zone, all for the capture of these elusive figures.
"Bhai sa, kya pata vo unke paas location ho..." (Bhai sa, what if they have the location?) Armaan muttered, anxiety creeping into his voice as he stared out the window, the city lights blurring past them.
"Don't be stupid, Armaan... I got that before only," Aadish replied, his focus unwavering as his hands gripped the steering wheel tighter. He was speeding through the streets, pushing the car to its limits. The sound of the engine roaring filled the air, but something about it fell off to Armaan. He turned back to glance out the rearview mirror, his breath catching in his throat as he saw a line of cars following them-more than he had ever imagined. It was as if they were not just being hunted; they were the ones being watched.
"Yoo, yoo, raja sa..." Armaan muttered under his breath in disbelief, his heart racing. He turned to Aadish, his gaze locking with his friends. But what he saw in Aadish's eyes sent a chill down his spine-his eyes were red, intense, and filled with something Armaan couldn't quite place.
The unsettling sight left Armaan speechless. He instinctively gripped the seatbelt, bracing himself for whatever was coming next. The anticipation of reaching their destination was all-consuming now. There was no turning back, and no escaping the impending storm that was closing in on them.
AADISH POV
Unko na pakar, yuh paas apne roya ye dil,
Jaise khoya ho koi khaas apna.
Shant hoon ye soch kar ki main na sahi,
Koi mera apna hai unke paas khayal karne ko unka.
Dar is baat ka nahi ke vo paas hain,
Dar is baat ka hai ke meri wajah se vo mujhse door na ho jaayein.
Soch kar ye bas toot jaata hoon,
Kaise samjhaunga unhe, ahemiyat unki meri jaan se bhi zyada.
Zarurat hai mujhe unki, dushmanon ki kami nahi hai,
Par uss ek shakhs ke bina meri zindagi mein aur koi nahi.
Arman ko yuh dekh kar sukoon bhi mila,
Aur Vani ke na hone ka dar bhi.
Yeh cm kisi aur kaam ka nahi,
Bas baaton se hukum ka iqraar banna chahta hoon.
Janta hoon, iski fitrat mein hai,
Magar Om aur Rudra sach mein laparwahi ki had paar kar rahe hain.
Vo toh theek, samay mujhe Vani ki woh baat yaad aayi,
Jab vo kuch yuh keh rahi thi...
(Not holding her, yet her presence so close,
This heart wept as if it had lost someone dear.
I am calm, thinking, even if not me,
She has someone to care for her near.
It's not her closeness that scares me,
But the thought that my actions might push her away.
This thought breaks me every time-
How do I make her understand her value?
She means more to me than my life itself.
I need her, for there's no shortage of enemies,
Yet without her, no one else exists in my life.
Seeing Armsan brought a strange relief,
But also a fear of losing Vani.
This calm serves no other purpose,
I just want acknowledgment through my words, to command.
I know it's in his nature,
But Om and Rudra are crossing the limits of carelessness.
That was fine, but then I remembered Vani's words,
When she said something like this...)
Aadish's POV
A few days ago, she had said something that still lingered in my mind:
"Pahadon sa mahal pasand hai mujhe. Yeh sheher aur bheed se nafrat hai mujhe. Dam ghoont ta hai mera yaha... jaan jati hai meri yeh band kamron mein. Taaro se bhara aasmaan pasand hai mujhe."
(I love the serenity of mountains. I hate this city and its crowd. It suffocates me here... I feel like I'm dying in these closed rooms. I love a sky full of stars.)
Her words struck something deep within me, an ache I couldn't quite place. I couldn't bear to see her trapped, suffocated by the life I had brought her into. She deserved the world, not the prison of these walls.
I turned to my most trusted man, my DR-the one I trusted even more than my shadow. Within minutes, he had all the information I needed. Lonavala was fully booked, but that wasn't a problem for me. One of the guards from my team was stationed there, ensuring her safety around the clock, day and night. He kept me updated through messages, even while Arman was wasting my time talking to that incompetent CM (Chief Minister).
As for Arman, his seat was as good as gone. By tomorrow, he'd be out. A liability in my team had no place, especially when it came to her.
By now, my eyes burned with unshed tears, my emotions threatening to spill over. She-this little girl, this woman who was my wife-always managed to break through the shields I had built around my emotions. She didn't even have to try.
And good lord... this little wifey of mine. God help me, because no one else could. She had a way of making me lose control, a way of making me feel things I had long forgotten how to feel. She was chaos, she was peace, she was everything.
AND THE DESTINATION ARRIVED
At Lonavala, the night was peaceful. Avantika, Om, and Rudra lay comfortably under the vast sky, their faces lit by the twinkling stars, like children who had found solace in the simplicity of the moment. They had spent the evening sharing stories, laughter, and memories-letting go of everything weighing them down. The night had ended with a shared tub of ice cream and a collection of snacks that filled their hearts as much as their stomachs. Exhausted, they had drifted into a deep sleep, the cool breeze barely disturbing their contentment.
Avantika shifted slightly in her sleep, trying to protect herself from the chill in the air, while Om and Rudra were curled up together, their bodies instinctively seeking warmth and comfort in each other's embrace. They looked peaceful, untouched by the chaos that was unfolding just miles away.
Meanwhile, as the sound of the approaching cars broke the quiet of the night, Avantika stirred slightly, but none of them woke. The engines of the vehicles came to a slow halt, and the night fell silent once again.
Aadish stepped out of his car, the tension in his posture unmistakable. He walked towards his wife, his gaze softening the moment he laid eyes on her peaceful form. A fleeting smile appeared on his face, one that quickly dissolved under the weight of his frustration and the stress that had been building up. He couldn't shake the feeling of impending danger, but in this moment, with Avantika sleeping soundly, all he wanted was a sense of peace that seemed so far away. The smile on his face faltered as the reality of their situation hit him, and his heart clenched with the unspoken fear of what might come next.
As Aadish stepped out of the car, Armaan followed closely behind, intent on waking up Om and Rudra. The two of them were still tangled together, sleeping soundly, hugging each other more than necessary.
"Uhhhh..." Om groaned, still half asleep.
"Nahi na..." he mumbled, snuggling into Rudra's side.
"Maa sa nahi uthna na abhi..." Rudra replied, his voice thick with sleep, clearly not ready to wake up.
Armaan, losing patience, snapped at them. "Abe saalo, utho! Yaha kya hawaon karne aaye the tum dono? Vo bhi itni unsafe jagah pe, bhabhi sa ko bhi la liya tha... Utho gadhooo..." (Come on, you fools, what are you doing here? This place isn't safe, and you even brought my wife along! Get up, you idiots...)
But Rudra, barely conscious, muttered in disbelief, "Areeee, Armaan bhai sa aap..." He clutched Armaan's shirt, trying to bring some semblance of awareness to his half-asleep mind.
Meanwhile, Aadish stood quietly beside Avantika, admiring her serene face as she slept. He couldn't help but smile softly. Slowly, he bent down and gently scooped her into his arms, feeling a sense of softness and warmth. Her body temperature matched his own, and he felt a surge of protectiveness and love flood through him as he carried her with careful steps.
With Avantika in his arms, Aadish made his way straight to the car. One of his drivers arrived, and Aadish carefully placed Avantika in the back seat, never taking his eyes off her. The journey home felt like a blur, the world outside becoming irrelevant as he focused only on her safety and well-being.
Meanwhile, Armaan was still trying to wake up Om and Rudra, but they didn't budge even after Armaan tried everything. After more than an hour of struggling, he grabbed a full bottle of water and poured it over both of them. Rudra and Om finally stirred, groggily waking up in a dazed state.
"Yeh dono..." Armaan thought to himself, his irritation giving way to a mix of disbelief and amusement. "Inko to koi jaagte hue kidnap kar le to kuch nahi karenge... Aur aaj toh bhabhi sa ko hi leke chale gaye the... Ab toh inko bhabhi sa ke bhole hi bachayege..." (These two... if someone were to kidnap them while they're awake, they wouldn't even react... And today, they even took my wife with them... Now, only she can save them...*)
The team had divided, with half of them still with Om and Rudra, while the rest had followed Aadish back. Armaan couldn't help but shake his head, wondering just how the three of them were still alive with their carefree nature.
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Hello ji,
I hope you all enjoyed the chapter. Sukriya for your constant love and support, ji! As it's the New Year week, I have a surprise for you. But there's a little condition:
You can get two long chapters of Mohabbat-E-Diwaangi by tonight only if you make the story trend on Wattpad today or increase the reads by 20k before 8 PM.
I promise to drop a small chapter as a New Year gift regardless, but for those two long chapters, it's going to take some effort. The choice is yours, my dear Yrra's!
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