Episode 4:JOURNEY TO SINGAPORE

The early morning light filled the grand hallway of the mansion as Shivaniya approached Rohan. Her expression was focused, a sharp contrast to her usual playful demeanor, as she prepared to share the breakthrough she had made regarding Navya's missing child.

"I have found a clue through one of my friends," Shivaniya revealed, her voice low. "She told me about Navya's husband's whereabouts."

Rohan’s eyes widened instantly. "Where?"

Shivaniya smirked, enjoying the moment of mystery. "Singapore. But, I am coming with you."

Rohan reached out, gently holding Shivaniya's hand in appreciation for how much she was doing to help him solve this mystery.

Meanwhile, on the other side of town, the tension was reaching a boiling point. Amrita marched into the secluded warehouse, her footsteps echoing sharply as she confronted her masked business partner about their missing cash.

The man in the mask stepped back, raising his hands defensively. "No, you can't meet him. I will handle this."

Amrita’s eyes flashed with absolute fury. She took a deliberate step closer, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "I am tired of your excuses. I want to meet the man, or else I will burn everything down."

The man in the mask froze, completely shocked by her ruthless threat. Without waiting for a response, Amrita turned sharply on her heel and stormed out into the daylight.

Back at the guest house, Rohan had followed Shivaniya into her room to discuss the travel arrangements. He looked at her seriously, trying to convince her to stay behind.

"No, Navya..." Rohan caught himself, realizing he had spoken the wrong name. He stopped, looking incredibly apologetic. "...sorry."

Shivaniya smiled beautifully, a playful glint in her eyes as she teased him. "Wow, handsome boy. You have already forgotten about your Shivaniya so soon?"

Rohan chuckled softly, nodding with a warm smile. "I think Navya is gonna need you. Please stay with her, and I will find Pretty."

Touched by his dedication, Shivaniya smiled and stepped forward, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. "Just don't make me have to follow you, handsome boy."

Outside the half-open door, Navya had been approaching the room to speak with them. Seeing the intimate embrace between Rohan and Shivaniya, she quietly stepped back into the shadows and walked away, a heavy sadness sinking into her chest.

By that afternoon, the humid, tropical air of Singapore hung heavy over an industrial shipping district. Rohan stood cautiously near the perimeter gate of a massive commercial warehouse, his sharp eyes observing the heavy security layout and monitoring how the workers moved property around.

Suddenly, his gaze locked onto a familiar face moving through the facility. It was Dheeraj. Rohan recognized him instantly from the photograph Navya had shown him. Slipping his hand into his jacket to grip his hidden firearm, Rohan quietly sneaked past the perimeter gate, blending into the shadows of the warehouse.

Back at the mansion in Shimla, Shivaniya walked into the guest room carrying a tray of freshly prepared lunch for Navya. Navya gave a tight, polite nod as Shivaniya set the food down and took a seat beside the bed.

"You know Rohan," Shivaniya said softly, trying to offer comfort. "He will find your daughter."

Navya looked away, her eyes filling with a mixture of overwhelming sorrow and exhaustion. "Please... can you go? Please."

Shivaniya felt a pang of disappointment, but she respected the boundary. She gave a gentle nod, stood up quietly, and left the room. The moment the door closed, Navya buried her face in her pillow, crying out in deep, agonizing pain.

Inside the sprawling Singapore warehouse, the silence was shattered as Rohan lunged from the shadows, grabbing one of the guards from behind and pressing the cold barrel of his gun directly against the man's temple.

"Where's the girl?" Rohan demanded in a fierce whisper. "Where are you hiding her?"

The guard gasped, his hands shaking. "Which girl? I don't know what you're talking about!"

Suddenly, footsteps echoed from the metal walkway above. Dheeraj emerged into the open area. Seeing the weapon, he slowly raised his hands into the air, stepping down toward them.

Rohan’s grip tightened on his weapon, his voice shaking with absolute anger as he glared at the man. "I know you are the devil! Where is your daughter, Pretty?!"

Dheeraj stopped in his tracks, remaining entirely quiet as tears silently began to stream down his face.

Back in her dark room, Navya was sitting on the edge of the bed. With trembling fingers, she reached into her purse and pulled out a small, worn photograph—the only picture she possessed of four-year-old Pretty.

Staring down at her daughter's smiling face, tears streamed freely down Navya's cheeks.

"Where are you, my baby girl?" she whispered to herself, clutching the photograph tightly against her chest. "Everyone is not believing you existed... but I believe you are real and alive. And mommy will find you."

Navya stared blankly ahead into the quiet room, her tear-filled eyes burning with a mother's unbreakable resolve.

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