Six Months Later…
Evening was slowly descending.
Inside a grand, beautifully decorated hall, an award ceremony was in full swing.
The stage shimmered under dazzling lights, and the smiles of the two hosts standing there made the atmosphere even more radiant.
One of the hosts spoke into the mic, “So… our next award is—Businessman of the Year! And this year’s Businessman of the Year is…”
A brief silence fell.
The audience waited in anticipation.
Then the second host announced enthusiastically, “Mr. Aditya Jain!”
The hall erupted into thunderous applause.
A smiling figure walked onto the stage, carrying the gleaming trophy. Everyone searched for Aditya—but instead, a familiar yet unexpected face appeared.
She wore a fitted black high-neck beneath a soft beige outer layer that draped effortlessly over her shoulders. Around her neck rested a delicate silver, heart-shaped pendant. Short strands of hair framed her face gently.
It was Ruhi
She brushed her hair back, accepted the award with grace, and turned to the microphone. Her voice was calm, respectful, yet firm.
“This award is the result of my boss’s hard work.
But… he is meant to achieve heights far greater than this.
Right now, he’s busy walking the path toward his dreams and goals. On his behalf, I sincerely thank all of you.”
With a gentle smile, she stepped off the stage.
The hall once again echoed with applause.
But as Ruhi descended, her eyes briefly filled with emptiness. She glanced at her phone and murmured softly, “Sir… I hope your wish comes true.”
**Elsewhere…At Shekhar’s house**
A warm, sweet aroma filled the home.
Shekhar walked from the kitchen into the hall, holding a plate with a slice of cake. Steam rose lightly from it—it had just come out of the oven.
He placed the plate in front of Ira, who was sitting on the couch watching TV.
“Look,” he said proudly.
“This is my first time making a cake. Taste it and tell me—how is it?”
Ira made a playful face.
“Uncle! If you make it, of course it’ll be good!”
Shekhar nudged the plate closer. “Eat first. Then judge.”
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Like a child, Ira picked up the plate and looked at him innocently.
“Why am I the test subject for your experiment cake? You should’ve waited for Aniket bhai or Aditya bhai!”
Shekhar sighed deeply.
“Do they even have time?
Aniket has handled my company so well that I hardly have any work left.
And Aditya…” He smiled faintly, pain hidden behind it. “Who knows when he’ll finally find what he’s searching for.”
Ira stuffed a bite of cake into her mouth and said cheerfully, “Don’t talk like that! My brother always gets what he wants.
By the way… this time your cake is slightly good.”
Shekhar raised an eyebrow. “Only slightly?”
“Okay, okay!” Ira laughed.
“But please don’t develop too much interest in cooking. It doesn’t suit you!
Let this department stay with Aditya bhai and Aniket bhai!”
Shekhar chuckled. “Alright.”
He turned toward the window. The moon had almost risen into the sky. Watching it, he took a deep breath and smiled faintly.
**Meanwhile…At X Hospital**
Aniket stood holding a small bouquet of white tulips wrapped with baby’s breath.
He wore a black shirt, his coat tied casually around his waist. His sleeves were rolled up, hair slightly messy.
Just as he was about to enter a room, the door opened.
Rudra stood in front of him.
For a few moments, neither spoke.
Then Rudra smiled softly.
“If you go in looking like this, Saniya might scold you. At least wear your coat properly—or take it off and keep it aside.”
Aniket replied jokingly, “Watching her scold me is part of the charm.”
“Oh?” Rudra stepped aside. “Then go on.”
Aniket entered and shut the door behind him.
“Sorry… I’m five minutes late today. Traffic was terrible.”
He carefully arranged the bouquet in a vase.
“Today was exhausting… but I didn’t forget to bring flowers for you. In return… at least…”
His voice trailed off.
He looked at Saniya—lying on the bed, unconscious.
“…I deserve at least a little scolding filled with your concern.”
He sat beside her and gently held her hand, careful not to disturb the IV.
Placing his palm softly on her cheek, he smiled.
“I believe… one day you’ll open your eyes.
I’m preparing for that day— a beginning far away from the darkness of the past.”
**Elsewhere…A dimly lit room**
Under a single weak light, Aditya sat quietly.
He wore a white shirt stained with blood. His sleeves were rolled up. Sitting with one leg crossed over the other, he wiped a drop of blood from his face using a handkerchief.
In front of him, a man knelt on the floor—badly injured. Blood seeped from wounds all over his body. His arms hung loosely, as if broken.
The man groaned, “What do you want?
You attacked my base… killed my men… and brought me here—why?!
My answer hasn’t changed!”
Aditya lit a cigarette calmly. “Think again. Use your brain.”
He pointed at a photograph lying on the floor.
“You’ve worked with this woman before.
Did you—or your people—dare to touch her daughter?”
The man shouted, “How many times must I say this?!
TRINITY disappeared from the underworld thirty or thirty one years ago!
She was a weapon—dangerous, unstoppable. We searched for her, but the one who went looking was killed.
Rumors say she fell in love with an ordinary man and left the underworld.
I don’t even know if she had a daughter then why would I hurt her?!”
Aditya’s eyes were cold. Lifeless.
He picked up the photograph—it was Anamika’s mother.
“Mr. Shah.”
Mr. Shah entered immediately.
Aditya crushed his cigarette under his foot.
“Throw him into the black room with the others.Don’t take him out until the rats finish what’s left of his body.”
The man begged for his life—but Aditya walked away without looking back.
Outside, his phone rang.
Rivan.
“Big bro! Congratulations!”
“Hm.”
Rivan’s voice softened. “The office staff want to throw a party for your award… will you come?”
“I can’t. But arrange a good party for them.”
“But big bro—”
The call ended.
Aditya stared at his phone screen.
The wallpaper showed a close-up painting of beautiful, shining human eyes.
At the corner, words were written:
He inhaled deeply.
“How could you leave without saying anything?
I’ll search for you—anywhere—until I get my answers.”
**Elsewhere…Under a dim light**
A soft tune filled the room as a painting took shape.
The room was filled with portraits—but all unfinished. None of them had eyes.
The artist was Anamika.
A faint smile rested on her lips, though her eyes were swollen.
Chains bound both her wrists and ankles. Marks had formed where the shackles bit into her skin.
She sat on the floor—inside a large cage.
From afar, it looked like a beautiful bird trapped inside an ornate prison.
She touched the painting gently and whispered, “How much time has passed? Enough time… for you to forget me?”
Footsteps echoed.
A shadow entered the room—a man in his thirties. He carried food in one hand, medicines in the other.
“Try painting Master sometime,” he said.
Anamika looked at him. Her smile vanished.
“I don’t remember my mother’s face.”
He smiled.
“Master gave birth to you, and you forgot her face? Never mind. Paint whatever keeps you occupied.
But remember—never dream of meeting them. It’s dangerous for that man.”
A cunning smile appeared on his lips.
“Why is my mother so important to you?” Anamika asked.
“She is my master. Was… and always will be.”
He stepped inside the cage.
“What was precious to her is precious to me. You were her most valuable legacy— so protecting you is my greatest responsibility.”
“I hate you,” Anamika whispered.
He smiled beautifully. “That doesn’t matter.”
He locked the cage and left.
Anamika picked up the food—but pushed the medicines away.
She looked up.
Outside the cage, she saw Aditya, smiling at her.
