Next morning as kanak enter the classroom, everyone went silent —a silence of betrayal, everyone quiet looking at kanak but she did not said anything, and not saw anyone.

At her seat dev kept the bag with the hope that she would atleast question regarding the bag, but she did not questioned and moved quietly to the last corner seat near the window.

As the class resumed, everyone sat , the professor asked Vedansh to read," Vedansh read this page".

Vedansh took this as an opportunity and said," Sir my throat is paining due to cough and fever, so I won't be able to read it , but kanak is here she can read and her voice is very clear and loud ".

Sir looked at Vedansh and nodded in agreement, kanak stood up and looked at professor, and started coughing, signalling that she too can't read.

" Kanak, I think you are not well, you sit down, I will read it by myself", professor said.

Kanak sat and again the hope of listening her voice faded.

And there Surendra, her sworn enemy, was the most affected. He would never admit it, not to his friends, not even to himself—but he missed her voice. He missed the way she challenged him, the way she never bowed her head even when he tried to provoke her. Without her, the battles felt empty.

In his life only kanak was there who used to stand against him, and challenges him.

As the day came to an end, kanak quietly moved outside the class.

The boys of the class gathered, thinking how to make up with kanak, but every trick they have thought failed today, they tried to provoke her but failed.

Surendra looked at them and said," why is it important for her to talk,we all always wanted her to get out of the class , I know she had not left the class but we can assume that she had already left and can be back to our normal self".

" Surendra, are you for sure, after so many things you still won't change?", yash shot back.

" I don't care if she wants to talk she is free to and if she don't fill like talking that okay too", Surendra said and left from there.

Day after day, Surendra watched her. She sat there, calm, untouchable, with her books open and her lips sealed. The others tried everything—asking questions, joking loudly, even pretending to need her help. But she refused all of them with the same unbroken silence.

And the silence itself became power.

Every boy wanted to be the one to break it, to make her speak again, to hear even a single sentence.

At first, Surendra had laughed.

Let her stay quiet. One less voice to challenge me.

But the days stretched on, and her silence only grew heavier. The other boys grew restless, desperate even. They leaned closer whenever Kanak shifted in her seat, hoping she’d speak. They asked her questions, teased her, even annoyed her—but she gave them nothing.

Surendra, who prided himself on never caring, found himself listening too.

Listening for something that wasn’t there.

The crisp, mocking tone he once hated.

The way she used to call him out without fear.

And suddenly, he realized—he missed it.

He missed her voice.

He missed the arguments that left his blood rushing. He missed the way her words filled the air with fire, a fire that matched his own. Without her, the classroom felt dull, lifeless… as if someone had stolen the spark that kept him awake.

One evening, when the classroom was nearly empty, Surendra sat at his desk pretending to write. Kanak was gathering her books in silence. For the first time, he noticed the quiet sound of her bracelets clinking as she moved. It was the only sound she gave him, and strangely, it felt louder than anything else in the room.

Surendra clenched his jaw.

Why did he care so much?

Because he knew the truth now.

Kanak wasn’t just another classmate.

She was the one who kept him alive in this endless game of words, the one who made him sharper, stronger, more dangerous. Without her, he was fighting shadows.

And it struck him, hard and undeniable—

Kanak mattered.

Her silence wasn’t just torment to the others.

It was torment to him.

He wanted her voice back.

Not just because it filled the room—

But because, somewhere deep inside, he needed it.

Needed her.

The next day, Surendra couldn’t take it anymore.

The classroom had become unbearable. The boys kept trying—tricks, jokes, even small fights—to make Kanak speak, but she remained untouched, untouchable. And every failed attempt only burned Surendra more.

They don’t deserve her voice.

That thought shocked him. Since when had he started thinking like that? Since when had he wanted to protect something he used to fight against?

When the last bell rang, Surendra stayed behind. He leaned against the doorframe, waiting, while the others filed out. Kanak, as always, was slow and deliberate, stacking her books carefully, ignoring the world.

When the room was empty, he moved closer.

“Kanak,” he said, his voice low, steady.

No response.

He smirked faintly, masking the unease in his chest. “You’ve turned this into a game, haven’t you? Everyone’s desperate just to hear you speak. But you…” He tilted his head, watching her carefully. “You’re waiting. Watching. Making us all crawl.”

Still nothing. Her silence hit him harder in the quiet room than it ever had in front of the crowd.

Surendra’s jaw tightened. He stepped closer, close enough that the space between them buzzed with unspoken tension.

“I used to think your words were a weapon,” he murmured, his eyes fixed on hers. “But now I see it. Your silence… that’s the real weapon. And you know what?” He leaned in, his voice dropping lower. “It’s working. On me.”

For the first time, Kanak’s hand paused mid-motion. Just a flicker, but he caught it. His heart kicked against his ribs.

“I hate it,” he admitted, his tone sharper now, almost biting. “I hate that I miss your voice. I hate that this silence feels louder than anything else in the world. And I hate…” He stopped himself, his fists clenching, “I hate that it matters.”

Her eyes finally lifted to his, steady and unreadable.

For a heartbeat, the room felt like it was holding its breath. Surendra leaned closer, his voice almost a whisper now.

“Say something, Kanak. Even if it’s just to insult me. Break this silence. I want your voice—”

He cut himself off, realizing too late how raw it sounded.

Kanak’s lips curved, just barely—an almost invisible smirk. She didn’t speak. She didn’t need to. That faint curve told him everything.

She had won.

And for the first time, Surendra realized—he wasn’t angry about losing.

He was addicted to the game.

Kanak without giving him second glance Walked out of the class, she barely speak to her friends also, she speaks to them at home when no one from her class is present.

1 week has passed they all tried there Best but the voice of betrayal was more than the silence.

Next day late at night, kanak engrossed in her coming from her office.She Heard some sound That was when she felt it—

a hand on her arm.

Before she could react, a cloth pressed against her face. The sharp, chemical smell stung her nose, and the world tilted violently. Her books scattered on the floor, pages fluttering like broken wings. She tried to resist, but her limbs turned heavy, weak.

The last thing she saw was the outline of a man dragging her into the darkness.

The room was damp, dimly lit by a single bulb swinging overhead. The walls were bare concrete, and the air smelled of rust and gasoline. Her wrists were tied to the chair with coarse rope that burned her skin.

Her heartbeat thundered in her ears, but her face remained calm. She refused to show fear.

From the shadows, a voice chuckled.

“So the silent queen finally looks vulnerable.”

Kanak lifted her chin, meeting the man’s gaze. A stranger, older, eyes filled with something dangerous. “Your classmates think you’re untouchable,” he sneered. “But everyone has a weakness. Let’s see if silence saves you now.”

The apartment living room was dim, lit only by the glow of a phone screen. Kanak’s friends sat restless, glancing at the clock on the wall—it was already past midnight.

“She said she was leaving the office at 10:30,” tej whispered, clutching her phone. “It’s been two hours. She’s still not home.”

Prachi tried to dial Kanak again, but the call went straight to voicemail. “Her phone’s switched off… or dead.”

The worry in their voices grew heavier. Kanak had never stayed out without a word. Sapna grabbed her jacket.

“I’m going down to check near the main road. Maybe she’s late.”

They rushed outside into the silent street. The night air felt colder, the usual buzz of traffic replaced by an eerie emptiness. The watchman at the gate shook his head when asked.

“No, beta… she hasn’t come back since evening.”

Soon they saw Surendra arriving in his car.

He looked at them and read their thoughts that something is going on.

“What’s going on? Why are you all standing out here at this hour?” he demanded.

Tejeshvi, her voice trembling, answered, “Kanak… she never came home. She left the office at 10:30, but she didn’t reach the apartment.”

For a second, Surendra thought he misheard.

“She didn’t return?” His voice dropped, sharp and low.

Tej, near tears. “Her phone is off. We checked the bus stop, the lane, even called her office friend. She was supposed to be on her way… but after that, nothing.”

The night seemed to close in around them. Surendra’s expression hardened, his fists tightening at his sides. The others could feel the sudden weight in his silence.

“Something’s wrong,” he said finally, his tone dark and unshakable. “She would never just disappear like this.” His eyes scanned the street, the shadows, as if daring the night itself to give her back.

Her friends exchanged frightened glances, but there was a strange relief when Surendra stepped forward. His presence was commanding, even terrifying, but at that moment, he looked like the only one ready to face whatever had happened.

Listen,” he growled, “we’re not waiting till morning. Check the CCTV near her office. The road. Ask the auto drivers. Someone saw her. And if she’s been taken…” His jaw locked. “…they won’t live to tell the tale.”

The group fell silent, realizing this was no longer just about a missing girl. It was about Kanak—and Surendra wasn’t going to let her slip away.

They moved towards there direction of checking cameras around their building.

Soon prachi called Naman and told him everything, he soon with Garv and yash came and they all started searching kanak.

Surendra was on his way to check the CCTV 's of her office.

The glass-fronted office building loomed eerily in the dead of night, its lights dimmed, most floors empty. Surendra pushed open the revolving door with a force that startled the sleepy guard at the reception.

“Office is closed,” the guard mumbled, half-rising from his chair.

Surendra’s eyes were sharp, his voice like steel. “I’m looking for Kanak Sharma. She works here. She left at 10:30 last night and never reached home.”

The guard hesitated, shifting uncomfortably. “Yes… I saw her leaving. She usually takes the auto ,right? But… after that, I don’t know.”

Surendra leaned across the desk, his shadow falling over the man. “Then show me the CCTV footage.”

The guard stammered. “S-sir, I don’t have permission—”

Surendra slammed his palm on the desk, making the pen stand rattle. His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. “This is not about permission. A girl is missing. Every second we waste could cost her life. Do you understand?”

The guard swallowed hard, then nodded quickly. “Okay… okay, come with me.”

They walked into the security room, a small cabin lined with flickering monitors. The guard rewound the footage to last night. Surendra’s eyes locked on the screen.

There she was—Kanak, in her office attire, stepping out of the building with her bag slung on her shoulder. She glanced at her phone once, then walked toward the main road.

Surendra leaned closer, fists tightening. “Fast forward.”

The footage jumped ahead—Kanak waiting near the street unusually empty. A black SUV slowed down, stopping right in front of her. Two men stepped out.

Surendra’s breath caught. He watched, rage boiling in his veins, as one man grabbed her from behind. She fought, struggling violently, but within seconds they put handkerchief on her face and shoved her into the SUV and sped away.

The guard’s face paled. “Oh god…”

Surendra’s knuckles turned white gripping the edge of the desk. His jaw clenched, eyes burning with fury.

“They took her,” he muttered, his voice low and dangerous. “And I swear, I’ll find them. I’ll tear this city apart if I have to.”

Surendra stepped out of the office security room, his expression grim. The CCTV footage still replayed in his mind—Kanak leaving the office gate, alone, at 10:47 PM. After that… nothing. No cab, no bus, no familiar face. Just darkness.

He dialed Vipul’s number, his voice like steel when the line connected.

Surendra: “Vipul.”

Vipul (alert): “Yes, sir?”

Surendra (low, controlled): “I’ve checked the CCTV. Kanak left the office at 10:47. She never reached home. After that, there’s no trace of her.”

Vipul paused, sensing the weight in Surendra’s tone.

Vipul: “That’s strange… Sir, do you want me to alert the police?”

Surendra (snapping): “Not yet. First, I want every detail—call the cab services, check the highway cameras, find out if she contacted anyone. She didn’t just vanish, Vipul. Someone made her disappear.”

Vipul (hesitant): “You mean… kidnapped?”

Surendra’s jaw tightened, his silence confirming what he refused to say out loud.

Surendra (coldly): “Start digging. Right now. If you value your job, you’ll bring me answers before anyone else does. Kanak is not just another missing person.”

He cut the call, his hand trembling for a second before he steadied himself. For the first time, Surendra felt a sinking weight in his chest—this wasn’t just a matter of power or control anymore. It was personal.

Kanak’s head throbbed as she slowly regained consciousness. The air around her was damp and smelled of rust. Her hands were tied behind the wooden chair, ankles lashed so tightly the rope cut into her skin.

The sound of boots approached.

Her breath quickened as a tall figure stepped out of the shadows. His face was hidden beneath a cap, but his voice carried an unsettling calm.

Kidnapper: “You made it difficult, Miss Kanak. Always walking alone at night… careless.”

Kanak struggled against the ropes, her muffled cry rising as he tightened the cloth gag across her mouth.

Kidnapper (leaning closer): “Don’t waste your strength. No one can hear you here.”

He grabbed her shoulder roughly, forcing her to face him. Kanak winced but kept her gaze steady, refusing to bow to fear.

Kidnapper (smirking at her defiance): “Brave… I like that. But bravery won’t save you. The one who values you most—let’s see how far he’s willing to go.”

He stepped back into the shadows, leaving only the echo of his boots and the pounding of her heart.

Kanak’s mind raced. She didn’t know who this man was or why he wanted her—but one name echoed in her thoughts, louder than the ropes that held her still.

Surendra.

The man leaned closer, his voice dripping with venom. “You’re not here because of who you are, Kanak. You’re here because of him. Surendra thinks he owns everything—power, fear, people. But this? This he cannot control. Losing you.” He circled her like a predator, his boots echoing on the concrete floor, every step tightening the invisible noose of fear around her. Kanak tugged against the ropes, her skin burning where they dug into her wrists, but she forced herself not to look away. Her heart hammered, torn between terror and fury, but her eyes blazed with defiance. She finally understood—she was not the real target at all. She was the message, a pawn in a far more dangerous game between two men who would go to any lengths to destroy each other.

Surendra’s phone lit up with an unknown number, and the moment he answered, a slow, mocking laugh chilled his blood.

"Searching the city like a madman, are you?, stop , she is with me", the kidnapper spoke .

Surendra’s grip tightened around the phone, his voice low and sharp,“If you’ve touched her, I swear—you won’t see another sunrise.”

" Oooh, so Me. Surendra Rathod is panicking so much just because of a mere girl", the kidnapper taunted him looking at kanak.

" Malhotra, I will kill you if she get a single scratch on her skin", Surendra very well recognised his enemy.

"Surendra, don't come here , he is just provoking you please Surendra don't come", kanak shouted from the other side of the call.

Her words came out broken, heavy with fear, her breath ragged, On the other end, Surendra closed his eyes, clutching the phone tighter, his chest rising with a strange, conflicting storm.

Surendra softly, almost to himself,“Kanak…”

For days, he had heard nothing but silence, feared the worst every sleepless night. And now, even though her voice carried terror, even though she was begging him to stay away—it was still her voice. Alive. Real.

Kanak screaming, her voice cracking, “Please, don’t risk it! I’ll manage, just… don’t come!”

Surendra’s lips curled into the faintest, grim smile. The world outside blurred, but inside, a weight lifted. She was alive. She was still fighting.

Surendra firm, steady, his relief hidden under resolve,“You can shout all you want, Kanak… but nothing on this earth can stop me from coming to you.”

Tears welled in his eyes, but his voice hardened like steel as he spoke, more to himself than her.

“I’ve heard your voice again—that’s enough to give me strength. Now, wait for me.”

" TUMHARI AAWAJ SUN LI, AAB MERI JAAN BHI CHALI JAYE TO KOI MALAL NHI"..

"Surendra, stoppp don't com—Ahhhhhhhhh" kanak screamed.

"Kanak, what happened, just tell me what happened, MALHOTRA AGAR MERI JAAN KO KUCH BHI HUA NA TERI JAAN LE LUNGA ME" Surendra shouted being furious.

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