Midnight.
The hospital corridor was silent.
Only the sound of machines filled the air.
Ayesha slept in the ICU.
Weak.
Pale.
But alive.
Zayn sat beside her bed.
Holding her hand.
"I won't lose you again," he whispered.
Outside the room—
Lina stood in the shadows.
Her eyes burning with hatred.
"She took everything from me," she muttered.
"I'll take everything from her."
She picked up her phone.
"Do it. Now."
Few Minutes Later…
The lights flickered.
Once.
Twice.
Then—
Darkness.
"Power failure!" someone shouted.
Nurses ran.
Alarms rang.
Zayn stood up.
"Ayesha!" he called.
Suddenly—
Two masked men rushed in.
Before he could react—
One hit him hard.
He fell.
"Don't touch her!" he shouted.
Too late.
They lifted Ayesha.
Covered her mouth.
And disappeared into the dark hallway.
At the Abandoned Warehouse
Cold air.
Dust.
Chains.
Ayesha slowly opened her eyes.
Her head throbbed.
"Where… am I?"
A shadow moved.
A woman stepped forward.
High heels.
Cold smile.
Lina.
"Welcome," Lina said softly.
"To your nightmare."
Ayesha trembled.
"Why…?"
Lina's eyes darkened.
"Because Zayn chose you."
"And I'll make him regret it."
She leaned closer.
"Did you know?"
"This baby…"
"Was supposed to be mine."
Ayesha's heart stopped.
"What do you mean?"
Lina whispered—
"I was pregnant once."
"I lost it… because of him."
"And now…"
"I'll take yours."
At that moment—
Zayn woke up in the hospital.
Bleeding.
And heard the words—
"Your wife has been kidnapped."