Aranyapur—
For the first time in weeks…
There was silence.
No explosions.
No gunshots.
No blood.
Just peace.
And somehow—
That felt more dangerous.
☀️ Morning Chaos Begins
Sumit's penthouse.
Early morning.
Sunlight entered softly.
Everything looked calm…
Until—
"SUMIT!!"
A loud scream echoed through the house.
Sumit almost dropped his coffee.
Rahul nearly fell off the sofa.
Even Aryan—still recovering—looked terrified.
Sangita stormed downstairs.
Angry.
Very angry.
Holding one thing in her hand—
👉 Sumit's black shirt.
Covered in lipstick marks.
Dead silence.
Rahul slowly whispered—
"Ohhh… someone is going to die."
Aryan smirked weakly—
"Cancel my hospital discharge. I want to watch this."
Sumit blinked.
Confused.
Sangita narrowed her eyes—
"Care to explain?"
Sumit looked at the shirt.
Then at Sangita.
Then back at the shirt.
"…I can explain."
Rahul coughed dramatically—
"No sir, please don't. Let the mystery live."
Sangita glared—
"RAHUL."
He immediately stood straight—
"I was never here."
😂 The Funny Twist
Sumit sighed.
Took the shirt.
Looked carefully.
Then—
He smiled.
Actually smiled.
Rare.
Dangerous.
He walked closer to Sangita.
Very close.
Too close.
She stepped back.
"Why are you smiling?!"
Sumit calmly replied—
"Because those lipstick marks…"
Pause.
Everyone leaned in.
"…are yours."
Silence.
Sangita froze.
Rahul whispered—
"Plot twist."
Aryan almost laughed himself into pain.
Sangita's face turned red.
Very red.
"W-what?!"
Sumit leaned closer.
Lower voice.
"Last night. Rooftop. You hugged me. Remember?"
Flashback hit.
Sangita remembered.
The emotional moment.
The hug.
The accidental lipstick stain.
She wanted the ground to open and swallow her.
Immediately.
Rahul looked at Aryan—
"This is better than Netflix."
❤️ Romantic Counterattack
Sangita tried to escape.
Failed.
Because Sumit blocked her path.
Of course.
"You accused me very confidently."
She looked away—
"I made a small mistake…"
Sumit smirked—
"A small mistake?"
She whispered—
"Very small."
He leaned even closer.
"Then how should you apologize?"
Rahul from distance—
"Public apology! With snacks!"
Aryan—
"I support this."
Sangita grabbed a pillow—
And threw it at both of them.
"SHUT UP!"
Everyone laughed.
For the first time—
It felt like family.
💕 Riya & Aryan Side Romance
Later that evening—
Hospital garden.
Quiet.
Soft lights.
Cool wind.
Aryan slowly walking.
Still weak.
Still dramatic.
Riya beside him.
Arms crossed.
Suspicious.
"You almost died."
Aryan nodded.
"Yes."
"And your first line after waking up was a bad joke."
"Yes."
"And somehow… I still like you."
Aryan stopped walking.
"…Wait. Repeat that."
Riya froze.
Realized.
Regretted.
Too late.
"I said nothing."
Aryan smiled.
Victory smile.
"No no… I clearly heard something life-changing."
She turned away.
Blushing.
"You're injured. Don't test me."
Aryan gently held her hand.
Softly.
Seriously.
"For the record…"
He looked into her eyes.
"I like you too."
Silence.
Then—
Riya smiled.
Small.
Real.
Beautiful.
😈 Final Twist Before Peace Ends
Back at headquarters—
A message arrived.
Unknown sender.
Only one line—
👉 "Check the old file. Devika is closer than you think."
Sumit's smile disappeared.
His eyes turned cold.
War was knocking again.
🔥 FINAL LINE
Love had arrived.
Laughter had returned.
Hearts had finally opened.
But peace—
Was only temporary.
Because the next truth…
Would change everything. 😈🔥