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What the hell was Aanya’s phone doing there?
One of the guards ran to him, breathless. “Sir, you need to see this.”
Reyansh followed him to the adjacent CCTV room. The building staff had already pulled the lobby footage. As the video rolled, Reyansh gripped the edge of the chair tightly.
There she was—Aanya stepping out of the elevator. Her face glowed, carefree and smiling. Then her phone buzzed with some message notification and as soon as she checked it, her expression fell. Horror replaced joy. Then her phone rang. She answered, said something angrily, and seconds later, dropped the phone where Reyansh had found it. Without hesitation, she exited the building through the back gate.
“She left willingly…” a guard muttered.
“Where’s the footage from the rear exit?” Reyansh barked.
Another screen flickered on. There she was again—Aanya slipping into a black car.
“Run those car plates. Now.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Reyansh was already dialling another number, storming out of the building, fury in his veins. He unlocked Aanya’s phone, hoping for clues. But whatever she saw, whatever message or photo had shaken her, it was gone. Deleted. As were her call logs.
“Track her number. I want the caller ID of whoever she last spoke to. Also recover the deleted media. I need to know what the hell she saw that made her walk straight into a trap.”
The men followed orders without hesitation.
He then called Rishi.
“Rey? What’s going on? You sound—”
“Aanya’s been abducted.”
“What?” Rishi gasped.
“I’ll explain later. For now, don’t let anyone from the family leave the house. Tell Shikha to stay with you until I find her.”
Reyansh ended the call and pulled up another app on his phone. Thankfully, he was prepared for this. He always knew if Vicky came for her, he’d make her toss the phone first. That’s why he’d gifted her that sleek, stylish smartwatch—one embedded with a GPS tracker.
He pulled up her location. The dot was moving.
“Where to, Sir?” the driver asked.
Reyansh rattled off the GPS coordinates. Then, switching to another phone, he dialled his high-level contact.
“Inform the Indian Embassy. Tell them my wife’s been kidnapped. I need a special task force assigned—ASAP. Location will be shared the second your team is ready.”
Hanging up, he stared at her blinking tracker on the screen. She was on the move. Fast.
He kissed the image of her on his phone’s wallpaper.
“I’m coming, baby. Just hold on. Be strong for me.”
CHAPTER 41
Later that day
Aanya struggled against the grip of the two men dragging her out of the van.
“Let me go!” she growled, her voice laced with fury.
They ignored her resistance and hauled her into an old, crumbling building that looked like it had once been a motor garage. The drive had lasted about thirty minutes...enough time for her instincts to settle into one fact:they were fools.All of them. They had no idea she was being tracked. The smartwatch wrapped tightly around her wrist wasn’t just for show. It had a GPS tracker. Reyansh had made her promise never to remove it. He was probably already enroute. These men had no clue who they were dealing with.
