The Singhania Group’s SUV felt like a gilded cage. Kabir and I sat in the backseat, the silence between us echoing with the weight of the city we were leaving behind. Within two hours, we were at a private hangar. No luggage, no farewells, just the clothes on our backs and the heavy secrets in our hearts.
"Where are we going?" I asked, looking at the small private jet waiting on the tarmac.
"Delhi," the man in the grey suit, Mr. Khanna, replied without looking back. "It’s the only place where the Singhanias can shield you from Natasha’s legal reach. For now."
Kabir gripped my hand. His palms were cold. "Aria, you don't have to do this. You can stay. You can fight the takeover through the courts."
"With what money, Kabir?" I looked at him, my heart aching. "Natasha has the best lawyers in the country. If I stay, she wins. If I go with you... at least we have a chance to fight back."
As the plane took off, I watched the lights of Mumbai fade into tiny sparks. My life, my apartment, my books—everything was gone in a single night.
"Khanna," Kabir spoke up, his voice regaining its authority. "Why are the Singhanias helping us? They’ve been rivals of the Malhotra family for decades."
Khanna turned around, a faint, chilling smile on his face. "My employer doesn't care about the Malhotras. He wants to destroy the London firm that backed Natasha’s father. You are not a guest, Mr. Malhotra. You are a weapon. And Aria is the trigger."
He handed me a tablet. On the screen was a live feed of my office. Natasha’s men were already there, throwing my files into boxes. My heart shattered.
"We start work at 4 AM," Khanna added. "Welcome to the real world, where love is a luxury you can't afford yet."