Three months had elapsed since their return to India. They had finally fixed what was wrong. Myra was free to go to Aman. He was eager enough to accept her. Nothing stood in their way, yet something was just not right.
The intruder, who had taken Myra and Aryaman's picture, was missing. Sam and his men were on his trail for a while, but then, he went missing. His phone log showed several numbers but one number appeared innumerable times. The number was prepaid and practically untraceable.
"There is something wrong." Sanchit said to Aryaman. "Whoever is involved, why are they quiet. Why not reveal the thing?"
"I think we must secure ourselves instead of wasting our time worrying," Aryaman replied.
"What do you mean?"
"Let's go to Adamgarh and talk to her parents. Further delays may prove fatal." Aryaman insisted.
