Kanchan frantically drags Vicky into a secluded room, her breath uneven as panic takes hold. She snatches his phone, her hands trembling as she scans through his messages. A sudden gasp escapes her lips—Vicky had mistakenly sent Riddhi’s photo to the kidnappers instead of Neel’s. Realization dawns upon her like a chilling wave, leaving her momentarily frozen with fear.
Before she can process the gravity of the situation, Neel storms into the room, his eyes blazing with urgency. "Where is Riddhi?" his voice cuts through the tense air like a sharp blade.
Kanchan opens her mouth, but the words refuse to come. Her hesitation only fuels Neel’s growing frustration. Sensing something amiss, the rest of the family gathers around, their anxious whispers quickly escalating into frantic questions. A heavy silence falls as the truth emerges—Riddhi is missing.
A surge of panic spreads through the household. Concern and confusion ripple across everyone's faces, but for Neel, there is only rage. His fists clench as he turns to Kanchan, his patience snapping.
"This is all because of you!" he accuses, his voice laced with fury.
Kanchan stammers, trying to explain, but Neel doesn’t wait. Every passing second is crucial, and his sole priority is finding Riddhi. Without another word, he rushes out of the house, determined to track her down.
In a dark, musty hideout, Riddhi sits tied to a chair, the rough ropes biting into her wrists. The dim glow of a flickering bulb casts eerie shadows on the peeling walls. She struggles, testing the knots, but they are too tight. Fear tightens its grip on her, yet she refuses to surrender to panic. She must find a way to escape.
Her mind races as she observes the kidnappers. Their attention wavers, caught in their hushed discussions. If only she could create a distraction.
Neel speeds through the city, following his instincts and every clue he can grasp. As he combs through possible locations, his eyes land on a discarded fabric tag—one belonging to a local tailor shop. A flicker of recognition crosses his face. Could this lead him to Riddhi?
Wasting no time, Neel arrives at the shop. His interrogation is sharp, relentless. The tailor stammers under pressure, finally revealing a crucial lead—an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city.
Neel doesn’t hesitate. He dashes towards the location, every second stretching unbearably as he envisions Riddhi in danger.
Inside the hideout, Riddhi’s ears pick up faint movements outside the window. Her heart pounds—could it be Neel?
She knows she must act fast, but she can’t risk alerting the kidnappers. Thinking quickly, she shifts her weight slightly, causing a nearby object to topple over with a soft thud.
The kidnappers glance in her direction but dismiss it as an accident. But outside, Neel notices. His eyes narrow. Riddhi is here.
