"Listen, my dear… if you want, I can shut the entire college up."
Mike's voice dripped with filth.
"Just spend one night warming my bed… and then let's see who even dares to say a word to you."
The moment those words hit—
Anshika's eyes burned with anger.
Without saying another word, she grabbed Seema's hand and started walking away.
But Mike wasn't done.
Not even close.
"Anshika… think about it!"
His voice echoed behind her.
"What's better? Suffocating every day as Champu's murderer… or becoming my one-night toy?"
A pause.
"A pretty easy choice, if you ask me."
The moment Om heard that—
Something inside him snapped.
Rage.
Pure, uncontrollable rage.
But along with it—
Something else.
Pain.
For the girl who was silently enduring all this.
For the girl who was being crushed under a burden… because of him.
Suddenly—
More memories started flashing around him.
Scenes after scenes.
Voices.
Taunts.
Humiliation.
Loneliness.
Everywhere he looked—
Anshika was suffering.
Breaking.
Alone.
And in every memory—
Somewhere…
He was the reason.
Om slowly closed his eyes.
He couldn't watch anymore.
He couldn't bear it.
And in the next moment—
He pulled himself out of her dream.
Back in the room—
Anshika lay there, sleeping peacefully.
As if none of that pain existed.
As if she wasn't fighting a war every night.
Om looked at her.
Long.
Deep.
Then, in a low, serious voice, he said—
"I'm sorry, Anshika…"
A pause.
"I thought you were just arrogant… stubborn… proud…"
His eyes softened.
"But behind that mask… you're in pain."
A deep breath.
"But not anymore."
His voice turned firm.
"I'll remove every bit of this pain from your mind… from your dreams."
A promise.
"I swear."
And with that—
Om quietly left the room.
From the very next day—
Everything changed.
Om's behavior toward Anshika—
Was different.
Softer.
Kinder.
He started caring for her.
Spending more time with her.
Being there—
Without saying why.
And slowly—
Without even realizing it—
Anshika began healing.
At the same time—
Om's world was moving forward.
His business was growing.
Steadily.
Silently.
Maya had taken full control of the clinic in his absence. Most treatments were already prepared by Om himself—medicines created using ancient Indian remedies and knowledge.
And Maya—
She was doing more than just managing the clinic.
She was building something.
A team.
Strong.
Reliable.
Exactly what Om had asked for.
At the same time, she had also gathered a lot of information about Singhania's business empire.
Every move.
Every weakness.
Every connection.
On the other side—
The Kathwani family's crisis had finally ended.
All the company documents were returned.
Everything was back under their control.
And strangely—
Kathwani's sister didn't take any legal action.
She simply… disappeared.
As if she was never there.
Back at home—
Peace had returned.
Om had already told his uncle about what happened with Abhay and his family.
Hearing it—
His uncle felt proud.
Really proud.
But his aunt…
She was worried.
Deeply worried.
"What if this brings trouble to him?"
That fear didn't leave her.
Even though both Om and his uncle tried to reassure her—
She stayed silent.
But the worry stayed.
One evening—
Om sat in his room.
As usual—
Meditating.
He sat cross-legged on the floor.
Hands resting calmly in his lap.
Eyes closed.
Still.
Silent.
Within moments—
His body began to rise.
Floating.
Mid-air.
A golden aura started glowing around him.
Soft…
But powerful.
At that moment—
His mind expanded.
Spreading across the entire house.
He could feel everything.
Not see—
Feel.
Life forces.
Energy.
He sensed Riya and Soumya in the living room… watching TV.
He sensed his aunt in the kitchen… cooking.
He sensed his uncle in his room… working.
Even without seeing them—
He knew.
He could feel their presence.
Their energy.
Their existence.
And then—
Something changed.
His awareness extended further.
Outside the house.
And suddenly—
He felt it.
Multiple life forces.
A lot of them.
Standing near the gate.
Om frowned slightly.
There was no danger.
No negative energy.
Everyone outside felt… normal.
Positive.
Calm.
But still—
Why were so many people gathered outside his house?
That didn't make sense.
Before he could focus further—
Knock… knock.
His eyes opened instantly.
The aura faded.
He slowly descended back to the ground.
Got up.
Wore a t-shirt.
And walked to the door.
As he opened it—
His uncle stood there.
Smiling.
"Come on, son… dinner?"
Om smiled back and nodded.
"Yeah."
They both started walking downstairs.
But Om's mind—
Was still stuck outside.
Those people.
That crowd.
Something wasn't adding up.
His uncle noticed.
"Why do you look worried? Work stress… or something else bothering you?"
Om quickly smiled.
"No, no… nothing like that. Just lost in thoughts."
He didn't want to tell him the truth.
Not about his powers.
Not about what he sensed.
Because he knew—
The truth wouldn't bring peace.
Only problems.
But the moment they reached the ground floor—
Om stopped.
His eyes widened.
Shock.
Pure shock.
Because what he saw next—
He never expected.