The entrance to the Arena was a chaotic sea of flashing bulbs and shouting voices. Newscasters swarmed like vultures around the door where Dev Malhotra stood, trapped. He was meant to be here for a talent search, picking the singers who would headline his massive showcase next month, but the press had a different agenda.

"Is Kavya Kamfa really dead?" one reporter shouted over the din.

Dev felt a sharp, rhythmic throb begin behind his eyes. The pressure in his skull was becoming unbearable.

"Did you and Radhika kill her because she broke up with you?" another voice barked from the crowd.

The accusation hit him like a physical blow. As his vision blurred with rising tears, his security team surged forward. They grabbed him by the arms, dragging him toward the safety of the hall as he wept openly before the cameras.

Elsewhere, in a quiet pocket of the city, the air was thick with a different kind of tension. Anamika stood before her sister, her voice hushed but pleading.

"This cash won’t be enough for this," Priyanka said, looking down at the bills with a cold, unimpressed gaze.

"Please, Priya," Anamika begged, her hands trembling slightly. "I need this for the ride to the audition."

"I don’t care," Priyanka muttered, turning on her heel to walk away.

Desperate, Anamika reached out and thrust the remainder of her savings into her sister's hand. Priyanka stopped, her expression shifting as she began to count the money with a look of pure, greedy happiness.

"Don’t let Mum or Dad find out," Anamika warned, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Especially Dad."

"Just don’t stay long," Priyanka replied dismissively, heading toward the rest room to hide her prize.

Anamika watched her go, letting out a heavy, weary sigh. "That is why I pay you," she whispered to the empty air.

Across town, Vihaan stood in the shadows, a phone pressed tightly to his ear. His voice was low and devoid of emotion.

"We are ready to go now, sir," he said, reporting to his boss regarding Dev Malhotra. He ended the call abruptly as the door creaked open and his sister, Mahika, stepped into the room.

"Vihaan, what are you trying to do?" she demanded, her eyes wide with fear and judgment. "Don’t tell me you’re still working with that devil."

Vihaan didn't flinch. "Mahika, stay out of my issues and focus on marrying Aditya instead."

He brushed past her, storming out of the room so quickly that he nearly collided with his wife, Alisha.

"Vihaan, dear?" Alisha asked, her face etched with worry. "Who was Mahika talking about? Who is the devil?"

Vihaan froze, the shock momentarily paralyzing his features.

Meanwhile, Anamika stood on the curb with her friend Padma, waiting for Rohan, Padma’s younger brother, to arrive.

"I cannot believe that girl," Padma said, her voice shaking with anger. "She took all the money away, and here you are, trying to get them all a better life."

Anamika offered a sad, forgiving smile. "She’s sixteen, Padma. Still young and silly."

Just then, Rohan pulled up in the van. They climbed inside and disappeared into the city traffic.

Back at home, Vihaan fought to keep his composure as Alisha stared at him, waiting for an answer. He forced a smile, trying to smooth over the cracks in his story.

"Its my drunk friend, Rahul," Vihaan lied smoothly. "He wants me to pick him up in a bar. It's nothing else, dearest."

Aditya and Sameer arrived at the Arena, their eyes scanning the growing crowd. Among the faces, they spotted Anamika. Aditya offered her a confident smile, but she quickly turned away, leaving in a rush of visible fear. The interaction did not sit well with Sameer, whose face darkened with irritation.

"By any means, you have to beat this girl," Sameer hissed, his voice tight. "She’s trying to take your chance again."

Aditya adjusted his jacket, his expression cool. "Don’t worry, I got this." Without another word, they headed inside.

Meanwhile, at the Jaykar house, the air was thick with tension. Raju had arrived unexpectedly, accompanied by a suitor he had chosen for Anamika—a move made entirely without the family's knowledge. Mohini confronted him, her displeasure clear as they spoke.

"So because I want to get her married, I’ll have to ask you or her?" Raju asked defiantly.

Mohini’s eyes flashed with anger. "Stop acting like she’s your daughter," she snapped.

The words struck Raju hard. He looked at her, shocked and deeply upset by the dismissal. "You and her are all my responsibility," he replied, his voice trembling with suppressed emotion. "Now go get Anamika." He turned and left the room in a blind anger.

OUTSIDE

A dark car sat idling near the Arena. Inside, Vihaan sat behind the wheel, his face obscured by a mask. Beside and behind him were three other masked men. They exited the vehicle and slipped into the building with practiced stealth.

Inside the Arena, the atmosphere was frantic, but the restrooms offered a momentary, quiet sanctuary. Aditya was tucked away in one of the stalls, inhaling cocaine to steady his nerves. He froze when the door swung open and Vihaan entered with the three masked men.

"Kidnapping Dev Malhotra is the aim," Vihaan stated firmly, his voice muffled by the fabric.

Aditya’s heart hammered against his ribs. Is that Vihaan? he wondered, his mind racing. He shook his head violently, trying to clear the fog of the drugs. No, maybe this thing is telling me lies.

Back at the house, Mohini caught up with Priyanka, her suspicion rising. "Where is Anamika?" she demanded.

Priyanka didn't miss a beat. "Padma was sick," she lied smoothly. "So she escorted her to the clinic down the road."

"Poor Padma," Mohini sighed, her face softening with concern. "I’ll tell your dad." As Mohini walked away, a slow, triumphant smirk spread across Priyanka’s face.

THE HALL

The time for the auditions had arrived. Anamika stood in the wings, her heart in her throat. Suddenly, she was called to the stage. Onstage, Aditya was struggling; his voice was choking, the notes failing him.

As Anamika listened, she realized he was singing the same song she had prepared. Without hesitation, she stepped into the light and picked up the melody exactly where he had faltered. They began to sing together, their voices intertwining in a powerful harmony. Encouraged by her presence, Aditya found his strength again, and the two finished the performance with a brilliance that left Dev Malhotra looking on in genuine amazement.

The triumph was short-lived. Following the event, chaos erupted. Vihaan and his men moved with ruthless efficiency, successfully kidnapping Dev Malhotra in the shadows of the exit. Once they were clear, they placed a call to their employer to report the success. The man on the other end, the architect of the scheme, was none other than Robin’s father—Dev’s most bitter rival.

The aftermath of the event was pure chaos. An emergency evacuation order echoed through the halls as news of Dev’s kidnapping spread like wildfire. Panic seized Rohan; gripped by a paralyzing fear, he sped away in the van, inadvertently leaving Anamika behind in the swarming crowd. Anamika stood on the curb, her fingers trembling as she dialed Rohan’s number over and over, but there was no answer.

Suddenly, a sleek car pulled up beside her. Aditya leaned over and pushed the door open, offering her a way out. She hesitated, nearly ignoring him, until she saw the police beginning to deploy hot water cannons to disperse the unruly crowd. Realizing she had no choice, she scrambled into the passenger seat. Aditya floored the accelerator and drove away, completely forgetting that Sameer was still waiting for him back at the Arena.

Sameer stood on the pavement, watching the tail lights of Aditya’s car vanish. "So he left me to get burnt here just to pick up that lowlife girl," he muttered to himself, his voice shaking with pure rage.

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Back in the neighborhood, Padma was pacing the edge of the road, her eyes glued to the news on her phone. The reports of Dev’s kidnapping had her heart racing. When she finally spotted Rohan’s van turning the corner, a wave of relief washed over her—until she saw his face.

Rohan stumbled out of the car, tears streaming down his cheeks. "Umm—I couldn't find sis Mika," he stammered, his voice breaking.

Padma froze, the color draining from her face. "How can you come back without her?" she cried out, terror taking hold. "Omg, this is bad! What do I do? Where is Mika?"

Inside Aditya’s car, the atmosphere was suffocatingly quiet. Aditya tried to strike up a conversation, attempting to gist with her to break the ice, but Anamika remained pulled back against the door, her eyes wide with fear. She didn't trust him.

"Please drop me here," she pleaded as they reached a familiar street. "Thanks for picking me up."

Aditya brought the car to a halt. As she reached for the handle to flee, he spoke up. "I didn’t even get your name. I’m Aditya."

Anamika offered a quick, nervous smile before darting out of the car. Aditya didn't let her go that easily; he stepped out after her, continuing to talk as she tried to make her retreat.

Desperate to find any sign of their friend, Padma and Rohan climbed through Anamika’s bedroom window. They had barely caught their breath when Priyanka walked in.

"Thank God, Padma," Priyanka said, her tone transactional. "Where’s your friend? Her 'protection money' expired a long time ago, and I can't keep covering for her for free."

Padma and Rohan stared at her in shock, but before they could respond, the situation turned dire. Raju happened to glance through the sitting room window and spotted the two of them in Anamika’s room. He marched over to confront them immediately.

"Padma? Where’s Anamika?" Raju demanded. "Are you back from the clinic? How is your health?"

Padma and Rohan exchanged a confused, terrified look, while Priyanka stood paralyzed with fear. The tension surged as Mohini appeared in the doorway behind Raju.

"Where is Anamika?" Mohini asked, her eyes narrowing. "Are you hiding something?"

The pair was speechless, caught in a lie they couldn't finish. Just as the silence became unbearable, they spotted Anamika approaching the house in the distance. Rohan reacted instantly, putting on a performance of a lifetime.

"Sis Mika! What took you so long?" he shouted, feigning relief.

Anamika froze in her tracks, her heart sinking as she looked up to see both of her parents watching her.