"Your wife has been kidnapped."
The words hit Zayn like thunder.
"What?!" he shouted.
He ripped off the IV.
Blood dripped from his hand.
"I don't care. Find her. Now."
Ryan rushed in.
"Zayn, stop! You're injured!"
"I'll die if I don't," Zayn replied coldly.
He grabbed his phone.
"Trace every call. Every camera. Every road."
His security team moved fast.
Within minutes—
A location appeared.
An old warehouse.
Outskirts of the city.
Meanwhile… At the Warehouse
Ayesha was tied to a chair.
Her wrists burned.
Her head spun.
Lina walked in circles.
Smiling.
"You look scared," she said softly.
"You should be."
Ayesha gathered her courage.
"Hurting me won't bring him back to you."
Lina's smile vanished.
"You know nothing," she snapped.
"He promised me marriage."
"He promised me a family."
"And then he met you."
Tears filled her eyes.
"I lost my baby… and my mind."
Silence fell.
For a second—
She looked broken.
Then—
Her face hardened.
"But now… I'll take revenge."
She raised her hand.
And slapped Ayesha.
Outside the Warehouse
Black cars surrounded the area.
Zayn stood in front.
Gun in hand.
Eyes burning.
"Follow my lead," he ordered.
They moved in.
Quiet.
Deadly.
Suddenly—
Gunshots.
Chaos.
Shouts.
Smoke.
Zayn ran inside.
"Ayesha!" he screamed.
She heard him.
"Zayn!" she cried.
He broke the door.
Pulled her into his arms.
"You're safe," he whispered.
"I'm here."
Lina froze.
"You chose her… again," she said bitterly.
Police sirens wailed.
She tried to run—
But Ryan caught her.
"It's over, Lina."
She collapsed.
Crying.
As Zayn carried Ayesha out—
A man watched from a rooftop.
On the phone.
"The girl is alive," he said.
A cold voice replied—
"Good. Phase Two begins."