The cold wind howled through the night as Adhir, Aayansh, and a team of their most trusted men sped through the city’s desolate outskirts. The faint glow of their car headlights illuminated the dirt road ahead. Aayansh gripped the laptop tightly, the GPS tracker  fitted in saashas earrings lead  them to Vyom’s hideout. Adhir sat in tense silence, his fists clenched, his jaw tight. “She’s close,” Aayansh said, his voice steady despite the palpable tension in the car. Adhir’s eyes burned with fury and desperation. Images of Saasha’s bloodied face, her voice calling out for help, haunted his mind. He wouldn’t let her down. Not again. “Step on it,” Adhir growled. The car screeched to a halt minutes later in front of an abandoned warehouse. The air around the structure was eerily quiet, save for the faint hum of crickets in the distance. “She’s in there,” Aayansh confirmed. Adhir didn’t wait for a plan. He threw open the car door and charged toward the building. Kudretbaba grabbed his arm briefly. “Adhir, control your anger. She needs you calm.” Adhir nodded curtly, his face unreadable. Together, the group moved toward the warehouse, weapons drawn.