Aman handed Shivani's clothes to Jai, who quietly carried them into the wooden house where Shivani waited. Without exchanging many words, Jai offered her the clothes, and they both turned their backs to each other to change.
While they were changing, Jai asked in a low voice, "Shivani… why didn't you tell me that there was something on my face?"
Still changing, Shivani replied in a soft, hesitant voice, "I tried to tell you... but you didn't listen and just walked away."
Their voices were quiet, the air between them thick with unspoken emotions. Once dressed, Jai switched on the front camera of his phone and cleaned his face with a handkerchief.
A few moments later, without a word, Jai gently lifted Shivani into his arms and stepped out of the wooden house. Her feet had been injured—bruised when those foreigners had pulled her out of the car and dragged her into the shack.
He carefully placed her in the passenger seat of the car, buckled her seatbelt, then fastened his own before slamming the car into gear and racing onto the open road.
The car screeched to a halt in front of a hospital.
Startled, Shivani asked, "Why are we at a hospital?"
Jai unbuckled his seatbelt first, then leaned over to undo hers.
"You'll know soon," he said simply, stepping out and coming around to her side. He opened the door, lifted her again, and carried her into the hospital.
Inside, doctors quickly attended to Shivani. Her injuries were checked, cleaned, and dressed. After a thorough check-up, the doctor stepped out, sat down at his desk, and spoke calmly to Jai.
"There's nothing to worry about. Your wife and the baby are both safe. I've dressed her wounds and prescribed a few medicines. She'll be fine in a couple of days."
A wave of relief washed over Jai. His silent fear had been that the night's trauma might have harmed their child. That's why he had rushed her to the hospital without a second thought.
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Back at the Bungalow
As soon as Jai entered the house carrying Shivani, he noticed Divya ji seated on the sofa.
"Aunty… you?" Jai said in surprise, gently lowering Shivani to her feet.
Shivani, though limping, walked slowly toward Divya ji and touched her feet.
"Bless you, child," Divya ji said warmly, placing her hand over Shivani's head.
Without a word, Shivani made her way to the bedroom.
Divya ji's tone then turned stern. "Yes, me! You came to London and didn't even tell me?"
"I didn't want to trouble you, Aunty," Jai replied. "But how did you find out I was here?"
She scoffed. "Hansika's friend told me at the party yesterday. And later that night, Aman called, said Shivani was missing and asked me to look after Aditya. Do you even know how worried I was?"
Jai grinned sheepishly and held his ears. "Sorry, Aunty," he said, resting his head in her lap. She smiled faintly as he began to chatter about random things, trying to lighten the mood.
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Evening – Police Investigation Begins
London police arrived at Jai's bungalow, accompanied by a sketch artist. They questioned Shivani in detail, patiently gathering every clue. Based on her description, the artist began sketching the faces of her attackers.
Half an hour later, the sketches were complete.
The inspector studied the drawings and immediately recognized the faces. "These men… they're dangerous criminals. They've been accused of murder and sexual assault. Someone arranged their bail just yesterday."
Jai's voice turned cold and commanding. "I don't care what it takes. I want these four, alive or dead. And I want answers—who's behind my wife's abduction?"
"Yes, sir. We'll get on it right away," the inspector assured and left with the sketches.
Jai already had a strong suspicion—Kundan, the son of Mr. Saxena.
He instructed Aman to dig into Kundan's background. Within minutes, Aman's men collected all necessary information, confirming Jai's worst fears. Without delay, he informed the police.
In a swift operation, the police arrested all four culprits. Under intense third-degree interrogation, the men cracked and confessed everything.
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Justice Knocks on the Saxena Mansion
Police showed up at Saxena Ji's home with a warrant for Kundan's arrest. Helplessly, he couldn't stop them. Panicked, he called Jai.
"H-Hello Jai... beta, the police have taken Kundan! Please, do something... I'll pay whatever you ask!"
Jai's jaw clenched.
"Uncle, I've always respected you because you were my father's friend. But don't test my patience. Had he done something to me, maybe I could've let it go. But…"
Jai's voice broke, rage and pain blending together.
"He tried to violate my pregnant wife. He orchestrated her kidnapping. And if that wasn't enough… if I hadn't reached in time—I would've lost both her and our child."
There was a long silence. Then Jai whispered, his voice heavy with grief, "I'm sorry, Uncle. I can't help you."
He ended the call.
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