That night…
Aarav sat alone in his dark office.
The city lights flickered outside, but his mind was elsewhere.
Ayaan.
The boy's face replayed again and again.
The eyes.
The expression.
Even the way he spoke.
It wasn't coincidence.
It couldn't be.
Aarav leaned forward, his hands clenched.
"Find everything about Ananya Roy," he ordered coldly.
His assistant nodded.
"Yes, sir."
As the door closed, Aarav leaned back in his chair.
His heart pounded.
A thought formed slowly…
Dangerously.
What if… he's my son?
Meanwhile…
In a small apartment across the city—
Ananya sat beside Ayaan as he slept peacefully.
Her fingers gently brushed his hair.
Her heart was anything but calm.
"You saw him today…" she whispered softly.
Tears filled her eyes.
"I tried so hard to keep you away from him."
Ayaan stirred slightly but didn't wake.
Ananya's voice trembled.
"If he finds out… everything will change."
She closed her eyes.
Memories flooded back.
The accusations.
The pain.
The day her world broke.
"I won't let that happen again," she said firmly.
But fate…
Had already started moving.