Lilith (Baneva) went shopping with Nikolai's family, moving together in groups through the grand mall. Lily (Neva) held tightly onto both Valen and Valena's hands, her small fingers wrapped around theirs as if they were her anchors in a crowded world. Nikolai walked nearby with his aunts—Meera, Albina, and Karolina—surrounded by the women as they prepared gifts for the bridal exchange ceremony.
He moved with precision, his sharp eyes scanning jewelry displays, fabrics, shoes—everything. Each piece he picked, he picked for her. His tiny queen. His bride. The women helped him select the finest items, carefully packing everything.
Then—
"Nick… we can't find Lily," Valen said.
"WHAT!?" Nikolai's voice echoed through the entire mall, loud, dangerous, instantly drawing attention.
Fear spread.
"FIND HER!" he barked again.
Everyone scattered.
Nikolai's chest tightened as he searched, his voice cutting through the noise. "LILY!"
Sohan was already moving fast, scanning every corner—then his eyes caught something outside.
By a pole.
His daughter.
"I found her!" Sohan shouted.
Without hesitation, he jumped down and ran toward her.
"Hey baby, Baba is here," Sohan said, pulling her close, patting her head gently.
Nikolai arrived seconds later, breath uneven. "Lily… are you okay, love?"
She giggled.
Completely fine.
Still eating.
"What are you eating, baby?" Sohan asked.
She proudly showed them.
Pani puri.
"L..l…l…Lily saw Pani puri and they hitting L..Lily so I…i…i…I beat them!" she said, pointing behind her.
A group of men.
Tied up.
"M…Mister, one pretty please!" Lilith (Neva) said to the shopkeeper.
He immediately handed her another.
"Pack 10 pieces for her," Nikolai ordered, placing a large amount of cash down.
As the shopkeeper rushed to pack, Nikolai grabbed one of the tied men by the hair.
"Who sent you?" his voice dropped—cold, lethal.
"M…Md Fazlul Haque…" the man stammered.
Sohan's jaw tightened.
"Boys, come with me. Lily, stay with Mumma," he ordered.
"No! Lily go! Lily wanna go!" she protested.
Sohan turned sharply. "Stay with your mother. Now. Go!"
His tone made her flinch.
Her eyes watered instantly.
"Uh oh…" Nikolai muttered.
And then—
She cried.
Loud.
"SOHANNNNNNNN!!!!!!" Riyana's voice rang out.
Sohan froze. "I'm done for…"
Riyana stormed over, grabbing his ear. "How dare you scold my baby girl, huh!?"
"OW! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" he winced.
Lily sniffed softly.
"Come on, Bambi," Nikolai said gently, lifting her into his arms.
They returned to the cars.
"We keep shopping!" Meera declared.
As the convoy drove off, Nikolai kissed Lily's nose while she played with his hair.
"Nikki… is L…Lily big baby?" she asked.
He smirked, pulling her closer and covering her face with soft kisses.
—
They arrived at Md Fazlul Haque's mansion.
Guns were loaded.
Tension was immediate.
Inside, Lily (Neva) sat calmly, drinking milk from her large cup.
"Ready, Boss," Enzo said.
They entered.
Zahuril stood there.
And across from him—a man of similar age.
Fazlul Haque.
Nikolai's grip tightened around Lilith's hand.
"Zahuril… welcome. What brings you here?" Fazlul asked.
"You tried to take the gem. You attempted to kill her too," Zahuril replied.
Confusion crossed Fazlul's face. "Kill the gem? What gem?"
"Stop acting. Your men attacked us twice. Today, they tried to take her again!" Sohan snapped.
"Yeah! They wanna take Lily a…a…away, old man! And Lily gave T…then super p…p…punches too!" Lily said proudly, clapping.
The room fell into stunned silence.
"Why is she—" a woman began.
"She's been in a childlike state for years now," Zahuril explained.
Fazlul raised his hands. "Please… let us sit and talk. I am not aware of this."
Before anything else—
A gunshot.
Nikolai had already fired.
A man who had been pointing at Lilith dropped dead.
"Who planned this?" Nikolai's voice was deadly calm. "I know you are pretending."
Fazlul's fear was visible now.
"I wouldn't repeat myself."
"You still think I killed him, don't you?" Zahuril said.
"You did kill him!" Fazlul shot back.
"I DIDN'T KILL ANYONE!" Zahuril roared.
Then—
Lilith (Baneva) moved.
She picked up a photo.
A child.
Her gaze softened.
Then her eyes closed.
"Lily?" Nihal called.
Silence.
Then—
Fragments.
Flashbacks.
Children playing.
Six of them.
Laughter.
The boy in the picture.
Her friend.
Gunshots.
Chaos.
They ran.
But the boy stayed.
Protecting his mother.
A masked man stepped forward… then removed it.
Smirking.
"Please… don't do this. He's just a child. Kill me instead," the mother begged.
"I want everything in my name. But he's in the way," the man said.
Gunshot.
She fell.
Back in the present—
"What is happening?" Fazlul whispered.
No one answered.
Lily trembled.
The boy screamed his mother's name.
Then—
"V...V...V…..Vanta?" Lily whispered.
Fazlul's eyes widened.
"That's my daughter…"
"Come on, baby. Try to remember. Who killed her?" Sohan urged.
"A…A man…" she said.
Blood began to drip from her nose.
"It's killing her," Nikolai said.
"Hold on, Lily. Try a bit harder," Leonid encouraged.
Her fists clenched.
"What's his name?" Leonid pressed.
Another flash—
The gun pointed again.
"Uncle please… don't hurt me… I'll go far away… I promise…" the boy cried.
"Uncle Moros… please…"
"M…..M…..M…M…" Lily struggled.
"Almost there," Leonid said.
"Moros!" she cried.
Darkness filled Fazlul's eyes.
"The boy ran… injured… he ran away…" she whispered—
Then collapsed into Nikolai's arms.
"Bambi? Bambi!" he called, panicked.
"Get me Moros!!!!" Fazlul roared.
Guards rushed.
"Put her here," Nikolai ordered, laying her on the couch.
Moments later—
Moros was dragged in.
"Let me go! I'll kill you all!" he shouted.
Outside, flames were already being prepared.
"What is the meaning of this!?" Moros yelled.
"You killed your own sister for power. You shot Adnan," Fazlul said, voice breaking. "I brought you into this world… and I will send you back to the Almighty."
"No! Please! I just wanted my share! You gave everything to Adnan!" Moros begged.
Without hesitation—
Fazlul threw him into the fire.
Screams tore through the air.
"You will never find him! He is gone!" Moros shouted as the flames consumed him.
Silence followed.
"That means… Adnan is still alive," Zahuril said slowly.
"Yes," Fazlul replied, wiping his tears. "And I will find him… by any means necessary."
"If you need help, I will be there," Zahuril said.
Fazlul nodded.
Zahuril placed an invitation down. "Her wedding."
They left.
—
Morning.
Ishaan's room.
Tamanna sat on the bed, focused, using his laptop.
"What are you doing, love?" Ishaan asked.
"Looking for a job," she said softly.
He sat close. Very close.
She looked up—her blue eyes meeting his.
"What kind of job do you want?" he asked.
"Huh?" she blinked, snapping out of her thoughts. "Oh… um… I want to work in a hotel restaurant. I've always wanted to be a chef…"
He studied her.
Then nodded. "Alright. I'll handle it."
"But I—"
He cut her off gently, pulling her into a deep kiss.
She melted into him, eyes closing.
He lifted her into his lap, holding her close.
"I've waited too long," he whispered.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her forehead against his as they tongues dancing in their mouth as Ishaan rip her silk bra and lay her down she took off her pants as he took it and smelled it Hmmm you still smell good he said as she spread her legs open for him he dip his tongue inside her wet guts she moan softly as his tongue went deeper inside her,
He flicked his tongue sucking and nibbling on her clit as he took dick and shove it inside her Mhmm Tamanna moan he thrusting inside her faster as they skin slapping each other as he groan grabbing her neck and smirking at her Oh my love look at you so beautiful when taking my cock your taking so well your such a Good Girl Ishaan said as Tamanna hair was a mess in the bed as her boobs bouncing as he went faster and harder her moans became more louder he released his seeds inside her.
The world outside faded.
Years of distance.
Years of restraint.
Gone.
They held each other—not just with desire, but with something deeper.
Something reclaimed.
Something finally theirs.