Jay returned to the wooden cabin with the clothes Aman had brought and handed them to Shivani. Without saying much, both turned their backs to each other and began changing their clothes in silence, the air thick with unspoken emotions.
Breaking the silence, Jay asked softly while changing,
"Shivani... why didn't you tell me about my face…?"
Still adjusting her clothes, Shivani replied in a low voice,
"I tried... but you walked out before I could say anything."
Their voices were tender, weighed down by everything unsaid. After changing, Jay switched on the front camera of his phone and wiped his face with a handkerchief. A moment later, he walked over to Shivani, gently picked her up in his arms—she had injured her feet when those foreigners dragged her from the car and forced her into the wooden house.
Jay placed her carefully into the car, fastened her seatbelt, then slid behind the wheel, buckled in, and sped away. His mind was racing faster than the car.
The vehicle screeched to a halt outside a hospital.
"Why are we here?" Shivani asked, confused and concerned.
Jay removed his seatbelt, then unbuckled hers, and said with quiet determination,
"You'll know in a moment."
He opened the door, came around to her side, and gently lifted her again. Without another word, he carried her into the hospital.
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Inside the Hospital
Shivani underwent a complete check-up. The doctors dressed her wounds carefully and thoroughly. After a few tense moments, the doctor walked out and sat before Jay.
"There's nothing to worry about," he smiled kindly. "Your wife and the baby are both safe. I've treated the wound, and I'm prescribing a few medicines. Apply them as directed, and she'll be perfectly fine in two to three days. You can take her home now."
Relief flooded Jay's face. His heart had been drowning in fear—terrified that their physical closeness might have harmed the child. He had rushed to the hospital to be certain.
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Back at the Mansion
As Jay stepped inside the bungalow, still holding Shivani in his arms, he was startled to see Divya ji sitting on the sofa.
"Masi... you?" he exclaimed, gently placing Shivani down.
Shivani walked slowly toward Divya ji and touched her feet with deep respect.
"Bless you, child," Divya ji smiled, resting a loving hand on her head. Shivani quietly walked into the bedroom.
Meanwhile, Divya ji turned to Jay, her face clouded with anger.
"Yes, me! You came to London and didn't even tell me?"
Jay looked down, guilty.
"Masi, I didn't want to trouble you…"
"And how did I find out? Hansika's friend saw you at a party and told me. Then Aman called last night, saying Shivani had gone missing and that he had to leave urgently—he asked me to look after Aditya. Do you know how worried I was?"
Jay held his ears like a child and said,
"Sorry, Masi…"
Then he rested his head in her lap, seeking forgiveness, as the two shared a quiet, emotional moment.
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Later That Evening
The London police arrived at Jay's mansion. With them was a sketch artist. Based on Shivani's description, the artist began sketching the faces of the four kidnappers. In about half an hour, the faces were ready.
The inspector examined the sketches and said grimly,
"These men… they're criminals. Accused of rape and murder. Someone posted bail for them just yesterday."
Jay's eyes turned cold with fury.
"I don't care how you do it. I want these four men found—dead or alive. And I want to know who's behind my wife's kidnapping!"
The inspector nodded.
"Understood, sir. We'll find them."
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Jay had a strong suspicion: Kundan, the son of Mr. Saxena. He instructed Aman to dig into Kundan's background.
Soon, Aman's men delivered all the information. The suspicion was confirmed. Jay immediately informed the police.
Within hours, all four criminals were captured and severely interrogated. Under the third-degree pressure, the truth spilled out.
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At the Saxena Mansion
Police arrived with a search warrant. Mr. Saxena couldn't stop them. Panicked, he called Jay.
"Hello, Uncle?" Jay answered calmly.
"Jay, the police took Kundan… please, son, stop this. I'll give you as much money as you want—just don't let him go to jail!"
Jay's voice turned cold with rage.
"Uncle, I've always respected you because you were my father's friend. Otherwise, you'd be on the streets by now. If Kundan had wronged me, I might've let it go. But he dared to touch my pregnant wife. He tried to ruin her honor. He kidnapped her. And if I hadn't gotten there in time…"
Jay paused, voice choking.
"I would've lost both my wife and my unborn child…"
There was silence. Then he said coldly,
"Sorry, Uncle. I can't help you."
And with that, he cut the call.
Author's Note:
Dear Readers,
I want to open my heart to you today…
This story isn't just a piece of fiction—it's a part of my soul. I'm not a professional writer with fancy tools or a writing desk. I'm just someone who writes every word using my mobile phone, often late at night, surrounded by real-life struggles.
I began writing with a simple dream—not just to tell stories, but also to earn something through my words. Financially, life hasn't been easy. Writing became my hope… a way to support myself, to stand on my own, and to turn my pain into power.
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With heartfelt gratitude,
Suman Sahani