MasukAuthor’s POV The moment the call ended, nothing inside Advik remained the same. The room still existed, the officials were still present, the crisis they had brought him for had already been solved, but none of it held meaning anymore. Something far more important had been taken, and the silence that settled around him was not calm—it was controlled destruction waiting for direction. He did not react immediately. He did not show anger. But the stillness in his eyes was enough to make even the most powerful people in that room step back without being told. Kade was the first to speak, his voice low but sharp enough to cut through the tension. “Advik, what happened?” he asked, even though he had already understood. Advik did not look at him immediately. His gaze remained fixed ahead as he replied in a tone that carried no emotion, “They took her.” That was all he said, but the weight behind those three words was enough to change the entire atmosphere. Kade’s expression hardened insta
Advik’s POV We landed in Tokyo with everything moving exactly as planned. That was my first doubt. Nothing involving Nischel ever goes exactly as planned. I stepped out of the aircraft while my team moved around me without needing instructions. Kade walked beside me with his tablet open, data streaming in real time. Raghav was already on a secure line with the government officials. Leon and Viktor had scanned the perimeter before I even reached the car. Everything looked clean. By the time we reached the conference facility, the officials were already waiting.Their faces showed urgency, but not panic. That told me something immediately. This was controlled damage. I took my seat without wasting time. “Start from the beginning,” I said. One of the senior officers leaned forward. He tried to maintain authority, but I could see the pressure behind his eyes. “We are facing a coordinated financial breach, Mr. Singhal. Multiple systems are compromised. Funds are being redirected ac
Author’s POV Morning had already matured into a pale gold when Advik finally stepped out of the mansion with Aadhya beside him. The world outside looked ordinary, but the quiet tension surrounding them made the air feel heavier than usual. Two black vehicles waited at the entrance, engines running, security positioned around them with the disciplined silence of men who understood their work required no unnecessary movement. Advik paused beside the car door and looked down at Aadhya. She had not spoken much after packing his bag. The earlier argument had burned itself out, leaving behind something far more dangerous than anger — a silence filled with emotions neither of them had been able to express fully. Her eyes had remained calm, but the faint redness around them betrayed the effort she had made to control herself. He opened the door for her without a word. The ride toward the company headquarters was unusually quiet. Aadhya sat beside him in the back seat while the city slowl
Chapter Forty-Four: Advik’s POV The room remained silent after our argument had burned itself out. Aadhya was no longer speaking, and that silence from her was far more unsettling than anything she had said earlier. She had stepped away from me and moved toward the large window, standing there with her back to me while the morning light slowly filled the study. From where I stood, I could see the slight stiffness in her shoulders, the way her fingers had curled against the edge of the table beside her as if she was holding herself together. I knew that posture. She was fighting something inside her. And losing. For a long moment I didn’t move. My mind had already started counting time in a way that had nothing to do with clocks. The aircraft would be ready soon. The team would be waiting. Japan would not wait for me to settle my personal life. But my eyes remained on her. “Aadhya,” I said quietly. She didn’t turn immediately. Instead, she inhaled slowly, straightened her sh
Aadhya’s POV The message from Derek came when the morning had barely begun to settle. I had been standing near the wide glass window of the penthouse for several minutes, watching the early traffic slowly fill the streets below. The sky had turned pale gold and the city looked calm from this height, but inside me the night had not ended yet. Advik had left suddenly for the hospital after that emergency call. I knew nights like that were normal for him. He was a doctor, after all. Still, something about the way he left had stayed in my mind. My phone vibrated softly in my hand. A message from Derek appeared: Mrs. Singhal please come downstairs. The car is ready. Mr. Singhal asked you to come to the mansion. He wants to see you. I frowned at the screen. The mansion? That didn’t make sense. Advik had been awake the entire night performing surgery. The last thing I expected was for him to ask me to travel to the mansion early in the morning instead of coming back here to rest. I read
Advik’s POV The phone started ringing at the worst possible moment. For a few seconds I ignored it completely. Aadhya was still sitting across my lap, her body warm against mine, her fingers lightly gripping my shirt. The penthouse was quiet, the city lights outside the glass walls glowing like a distant ocean. It was one of those rare moments when the world seemed far away and nothing else demanded my attention. The phone rang again. I exhaled slowly, irritation rising in my chest. Whoever was calling clearly had no idea what they were interrupting tonight. Aadhya lifted her head slightly and looked at me, murmuring softly that my phone was ringing. I tightened my arm around her waist and replied quietly that I knew. The sound came again. She slipped off my lap before I could stop her and walked toward the table where the phone was vibrating. When she looked at the screen her expression changed slightly, and she turned back toward me. “It’s the hospital,” she said. That single
Aadhya’s POV The house didn’t sleep. It only softened. When I came out after freshening up, wrapped in the nightwear he had chosen with quiet care, I felt it again—that presence. Not people. Not cameras. Him. As if the entire space was calibrated around where he stood. He hadn’t moved. He was
Aadhya’s POV The jet doors closed with a sound that felt final. Inside, everything slowed down. The engines hummed beneath us, steady and controlled, nothing like the chaos we had left behind on the ground. The cabin lights were dimmed, casting soft shadows across leather seats and polished surf
Advik’s POV She caught my hand before I reached my cabin. Not gently. Not angrily. Decisively. I turned, already knowing what I would see. Her face was serious. Calm. Unmoving. The same expression she had worn the first day we met—when she had stood across the boardroom table and refused to b
Aadhya’s POV Morning came quietly. Too quietly. The house woke the way it always did—Maa moving in the kitchen, the clink of vessels, Baba reading the newspaper near the window. The smell of breakfast filled the air, familiar and comforting, as if nothing in my life had shifted permanently the d







