Days passed. No clue.
Until one night—Ayan got a message.
Unknown number.
"If you want to see her alive… come alone."
Location—an abandoned warehouse.
Ayan didn't think twice.
When he reached there, the place was dark… silent… dangerous.
"IRA!" he shouted.
Suddenly, a voice echoed—
"You shouldn't have come."
Ayan froze.
Ira stepped out of the shadows.
But she wasn't the same.
Her eyes were cold… distant.
"Ira… what's going on?" Ayan asked, his voice shaking.
She looked away.
"Leave, Ayan. Please."
"Not without you!"
Suddenly, men surrounded him.
The same men from that night.
Ayan realized the truth—
Ira wasn't just hiding from them… she was part of them.
His heart broke.
"Was everything fake?" he whispered.
Ira's eyes filled with tears.
"No… that was the only real thing in my life."