Later, as I reached home with Uncle, little did I know that a storm was about to hit. My abusive father kidnapped me from my house, leaving everyone in a state of panic. Rohan quickly sprang into action, using the spy webcam he had installed for safety to trace my location. He followed me to my village, where he found me weak, beaten, and abused.

"Rohan, how did you get here? How did you find me?" I asked, bewildered by his sudden appearance.

"Webcam; traced the van's number," he replied tersely, his focus solely on getting me out of there.

"Dhivya is with sir. She's safe! Don't worry! We need to go! Quickly!" he instructed, urgency evident in his voice.

As he fought off the guards and alerted the local police, I couldn't help but feel grateful for his unwavering support. After the ordeal was over and my father was arrested, Rohan took me to the nearest clinic for treatment. His care and concern were evident as he ensured I was comfortable and well taken care of.

Despite the trauma I had endured, Rohan's presence brought me comfort, and I knew that with him by my side, I could overcome anything.

Everything was going fine until one day I got kidnapped by my abusive-monster dad at my house. Realizing that I've gone missing, Rohan quickly checked the spy webcam he installed for safety purposes and traced the vehicle number; followed me to my village. He let Dhivya be with Uncle until I was brought home.

He sneaked into my house at night, his presence like a guardian angel in the darkness, finding me weak, beaten, and abused.

"Rohan, how did you get here? How did you find me?" I whispered, my voice hoarse with disbelief and relief as I saw him standing before me.

"Webcam; traced the van's number," Rohan replied, his tone calm yet determined, betraying none of the urgency that must have driven him to find me.

"How's Dhivya? Please bring me back! I tried my best to escape, but I got caught," I pleaded, desperation lacing each word as I clung to the hope of rescue.

"Dhivya's with sir. She's safe! Don't worry! We need to go! Quickly!" Rohan's reassurance was a soothing balm to my frayed nerves, his words infusing me with renewed determination to escape this nightmare.

"Ahww, my leg!" I winced, the pain shooting through me as I attempted to shift my weight.

"What happened to your leg?" Rohan's concern was palpable, his eyes scanning my battered form with a mixture of anger and sorrow.

"He broke my leg so that I couldn't escape again. The house is surrounded by his guards; armed with weapons," I explained, the memory of his brutality sending shivers down my spine.

"I'm gonna kill that asshole! First, let me get you out of here," Rohan vowed, his voice laced with righteous fury as he began to formulate a plan for our escape.

Suddenly, the guards came in to and saw Rohan. They immediately alerted his men while that low-life was busy making love with a woman while my brother was abusing some random guy. That bastard got to know that someone had come to my aid and he was furious.

"Rohan, go away and take care of Dhivya! These guys might kill you. GOOOO!"

"I'm not leaving you anywhere. Gimme 2 minutes to handle these assholes!"

Rohan started fighting with the goons so intensely and reported the incident to the local police station. The police force arrested that bastard while he brought me to the police station to complete the formalities. After the formalities were done, he brought me to the nearest clinic to proceed with the treatment for my ankle fracture. Due to medications, I fell asleep and he covered me with his jacket.

He pulled up near the stall, the inviting aroma of street food wafting through the air, a stark reminder of the hunger that gnawed at my stomach after three days of deprivation.

"Please-Please don't beat me! Please leave me!" I cried out, my voice a desperate plea mingling with the echoes of my nightmares as I struggled against the grip of fear that held me in its clutches.

Rohan's touch was gentle yet firm as he comforted me, his reassuring presence a beacon of solace in the darkness that threatened to engulf me. With a tender smile, he handed me some of my favorite street food, a simple gesture that spoke volumes of his unwavering support and understanding.

"Thank you," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper as I accepted the offering, grateful for the small comfort it provided amidst the chaos of my shattered world.

Understanding the depth of my pain, Rohan suggested a long drive, a chance to escape the suffocating confines of my trauma and find solace in the open road.

As we drove, the weight of the past began to lift, replaced by a sense of freedom and possibility. With each passing mile, the grip of fear loosened its hold, replaced by the promise of a brighter tomorrow.

"Rohan, I don't know how to thank you enough for everything you've done," I said, breaking the silence that had settled between us, my voice filled with gratitude and relief.

"You don't have to thank me, I'm just glad I could be here for you," Rohan replied, his eyes reflecting the sincerity of his words as he glanced at me briefly before returning his focus to the road ahead.

Despite the darkness that still lingered in the recesses of my mind, the warmth of Rohan's presence enveloped me like a comforting embrace, banishing the shadows and filling me with renewed hope.

Meanwhile, on the other side of town, justice was finally catching up to the monster who had inflicted so much pain and suffering. The police, fueled by a righteous fury, were delivering the kind of punishment he truly deserved. It was a reckoning long overdue for a man who had forfeited his humanity long ago.

While we reached Kashmir with our wonderful, crazy long drive with many hilarious cute memories that could ever heal me. After all the bad things come to an end, it's over and I'm gonna be free and happy.