“Welcome, darling. Did you really think you could escape me?” Amaan’s voice echoed through the villa, cold and mocking. He sat on the living room sofa like he owned the place, legs crossed, a twisted smile on his face. Behind him, his men stood still, holding guns casually like it was nothing new.

Jaanvi froze at the doorstep, her breath caught in her throat. How… How is he here? How does he even know about this place? Her mind raced, panic creeping in.