(The welcoming ceremony was over.
Nikolai and Lilith (Mahira) entered the ancestral home, greeting everyone warmly as they were escorted into the living room.
"Please, sit," Rafsan said.
Everyone took their seats.
Urlima sat quietly, but beneath her calm expression, fury boiled inside her. Every passing second fueled her growing desire for revenge against every person involved in selling her child.
"Here," Aunt Savithri said kindly. "Give them some lemon tea."
"Thank you," Lilith (Mahira) replied politely.
Vajrakali and Sohan sat at the front while Riyana remained seated with her sons standing silently behind her, each carrying loaded firearms.
"Umma?" Alexio called gently.
Urlima didn't respond. Her thoughts remained trapped in Austin's letter.
Juan leaned closer.
"Listen to what they're saying. It might help us get Austin back."
She inhaled deeply before tying her hair into a tight bun, silently preparing herself.
Across the room, Lily (Mihu) smiled at a message Meghan had sent.
It was a short video of Mila happily dancing with Captain while eating cupcakes. Her tiny cheeks and little mouth were covered with icing.
"Look," she whispered to Nikolai.
He watched the video and smiled.
"Awww… she's just like you, darling," he whispered into her ear.
Lilith giggled softly.
"Nick, are the guns loaded?" Riyana asked.
"Yes," Nikolai answered. "And I've already received information about the island. I'll discuss everything with Father. Just tell us when it's time to move."
Lily rested her head on his shoulder.
Sohan nodded.
"The island isn't far. It's just across the sea."
"It's half surrounded by armed goons," Kaushik added.
"And one of the men leading them is a terrorist," Tanay continued.
Aryahi opened a folder.
"The hidden cameras throughout the forest have mostly been destroyed. Only four are still working. One is positioned on the mountain, while the other three are close to the goons' camp."
"How many are there?" Lilith (Mahira) asked.
"Roughly one hundred armed men," Veeransh answered. "One of them is the most dangerous. He's constantly drugged with injections. He's her right-hand man and participates in underground fights. She has kept him beside her for seventeen years. Heavy chains are kept on him. They call him… The Havoc."
"That bastard beast," Chandrak muttered.
Urlima's head snapped toward him.
Her eyes turned blood red with rage.
"What… did you just call him?" she asked, her voice dangerously low.
Chandrak froze.
"I said—"
Before he could finish, Urlima drew her gun and pointed it directly at him.
Instantly, weapons were raised across the room.
"I dare you to call my son that again," Urlima said coldly. "Please… go on."
"He… he's your son?" Chandrak asked in disbelief.
"My child. My son. That doesn't give you any right to insult him. Got it?"
"Sit down, Umma," Nikolai ordered firmly.
She remained standing.
"Now."
After several seconds, she finally lowered the weapon and sat back down, her anger blending with unbearable sadness.
"Breathe, love," Juan whispered.
She squeezed his hand while he gently rubbed it.
Rima softly patted Urlima's shoulders.
Vajrakali finally spoke.
"Mahira… you're the key to accessing the Golden Chamber."
"We move in two days," Aarav declared.
Everyone nodded.
Back in Russia…
Three months had passed since Hassan last spoke to Noor.
After yelling at her during a terrible misunderstanding caused by his former girlfriend's return, their marriage had nearly fallen apart.
The office door slowly opened.
Mila waddled inside.
"Hi," she chirped.
"Hello, Mimi," Hassan smiled.
"I talk to you."
"Oh? Okay."
Nolan and Brandon quietly entered behind her.
Mila climbed onto Hassan's desk.
"Here, Unca… Zain hurt. He miss his Dada an' Mama. He wan dem be fwiends again. Dat meanie Auntie big liar. Wook! Wook what Zain made!"
She handed him a folded card.
Hassan opened it.
Inside was a child's drawing of Zain standing happily between Hassan and Noor.
Small dried tear stains covered the paper.
His fingers gently traced them.
Mila looked up at him.
"Bro," Nolan sighed. "You're married. Noor wanted to escape the hell she was living in. She gave birth to your son. Don't you feel anything for her?"
"Remember how your ex dumped you after ten years together?" Brandon added. "Now her husband's company is collapsing, so she left him and ran back to you because you've become successful. She doesn't want to be broke."
A tear rolled down Hassan's face onto the drawing.
Mila reached over and wiped it away.
"Unca… go makwa Z happy!"
Hassan hugged her tightly.
"Thank you, Mimi."
She giggled while patting his back.
Later that evening…
Hassan returned home carrying a bouquet of flowers.
He quietly opened the bedroom door.
Noor sat on the floor folding clothes, her eyes swollen and red from crying.
"Jaan (love)?"
She looked up.
He slowly knelt before her.
Clearing his throat nervously, he offered her the flowers.
She accepted them, hugging them tightly to her chest.
"For you… Jaan," he whispered.
Without warning, Noor grabbed a pillow and began hitting him repeatedly.
"Hey! Hey! Hey!" Hassan laughed.
She continued.
Finally, he pulled her into a tight embrace.
"I'm so sorry… Jaan. I… I love you, Noor."
She looked at him in disbelief.
"What did you say?"
"I love you very much, Noor. I really do."
Her eyes filled with tears.
He cupped her face and kissed her gently before pulling her close.
"You are mine… and I am yours," Noor whispered.
"Then I'll always take care of what's mine, Jaan."
He kissed her once more as husband and wife, finally putting the misunderstanding behind them he smelled her hair as he turned the lights off and undressed her he trace kissed down her neck to her boobs he took her nipple into his mouth "Mhmm" she moan,
Hassan unzipped his pants he rip her skit out of her body and slammed his huge cock into her making her moan loudly in the room her fingers dug into his skin he thrusted fastened and hardened "Ah" she moan Fuck! Your such a good girl Hassan praise his sprem release fully inside her womb filling her up.
The following morning…
Mila came downstairs with her pacifier in her mouth.
She waved cheerfully.
"Morning, Mil!"
Zain ran toward her.
"Tank oo! Tank oo! Tank oo!"
He hugged her tightly.
"Whoa, whoa," Enzo laughed.
"Dada and Mama now fwiends agwin! Yayy! Tank oo, Mimi!"
Mila hugged him back happily.
"Awwww," Marco smiled.
"Come eat, Mil," Meghan called.
Mila waddled over and sat beside her while Meghan lovingly fed her breakfast.
"We're going to see Grandma and Grandpa today," Yulian announced.
Mila nodded excitedly.
Across the table, Diya and Adrian exchanged quiet glances.
Henna decorated Diya's feet.
Under the table, Adrian gently nudged her foot with his own.
Her eyes widened.
He winked.
After breakfast, Diya headed to the third floor.
Suddenly, someone gently pulled her back against the wall.
She gasped.
It was Adrian.
"Sir?" she whispered.
He leaned closer.
"Stop calling me 'Sir.'"
She blushed.
They had quietly been seeing each other for a month.
Looking into her eyes, he smiled.
"Will you be mine? Will you become my wife?"
Her eyes widened even more.
"I know we don't know each other perfectly yet… but I'm willing to spend my life learning everything about you, Lumi."
It was the nickname he had given her.
"But what if we have a huge misunderstanding and—"
He silenced her with a gentle kiss.
When they finally pulled apart, Adrian rested his forehead against hers.
"We'll fight the problem—not each other. I've seen what happens to marriages when pride wins. Even if it isn't my fault, I'll apologize first. And anyone who tries to tear us apart… will answer to me."
Diya smiled softly before wrapping her arms around him.
Meanwhile, in India…
Nikolai sat outside with Sohan.
Sohan sighed deeply.
"I never wanted this life for my daughter. I wanted her to live peacefully… softly… calmly. But this is the destiny the Almighty has written for her."
Nikolai quietly placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
Nearby, Chandrak watched them.
"It could have been you," Mrinalika murmured. "But now… it's the Russian mafia."
His jealousy burned hotter.
Unable to contain himself, he stormed toward Lily's room.
She sat comfortably with her iPad.
"Yes?"
"What does he have that I don't? Money? Power? Love? Connections? Mansions? Companies?"
Lilith looked directly into his eyes.
"You think I married him because of those things? No."
She stood.
"He loved me when I wasn't even in my right mind. He stayed. He protected me until I found myself again."
She gently placed a hand over her heart.
"He is my life. My world. Everything to me."
"I don't care about money, status, or fame. I don't want any of that."
"I only want him."
"A loving husband."
"And a great father."
"You need to accept that and move on."
"I'm not a toy."
"And don't even think about trying to separate us."
"The last person who tried… was shot one hundred times."
"So please…"
She pointed toward the door.
"Leave this room."
Chandrak's fists tightened.
Lilith glanced at them before looking back into his eyes.
"Get out."
After a long silence, he stepped backward and left.
As he walked away, he muttered under his breath,
"We'll see how long he lasts.")