There is a half burnt and destroyed haveli in banaras its was huge feels like royalty but abandoned ,around it all the plants are dry and dead which were climbing on it. Its main iron door is completely rusted telling how old it was.

Then a sleek black bmw stopped in front of the haveli from inside of the car and a woman stepped out, she was wearing a black top , black leather pants and black leather trench top of it with black leather boots and gloves. Her black long hair playing with wind teasing coming on her face, she looks like a beauty wapped in coldness and power. And she was Aashi singh chauhan,25,a fashion designer by profession.

she opens the gate with a strong creak sound that echoes in silent place after all its open after 7 years…..

Aashi slowly steps inside the haveli as she was holding herself from falling apart inside it was all darkness inside just some sunlight coming out of those broke windows and in air it still holds the smell of ashes. Aashi hollow and silent eyes wander around the haveli as they were trying to hold some memories.

She goes upstairs its was not burned like downstairs and specially the last corridor which was completely safe as if this place was not burned. She just goes towards that corridor and stops in front of a door firmly holding it handle just holding it as if she was preparing herself to go inside, she took a deep breath and slowly opens the gate and it was a her childhood room completely safe and clean just like it was in her childhood everything is in it place.

She stepped inside the room and started looking in every drawer and cupboards every corner looking for something hidden….

Even after looking for 15 mins she couldn’t find what she was looking at just when her eyes stopped on a painting hanging on the wall it is a painting of a key just a key in which was a gift from her father when she was 16 and her eyes flicker, realising something.

she immediately took the painting out of the wall and started looking around it and behind it was a piece of paper was sticked on it she stick out the paper and unfold it in it was written “ jise ki hai talaash, vo hai purne dar ma….” It was her father’s handwriting.

Aashi didn’t take time to understand what fear it was saying she just went inside a room and it was her father’s office , She turned on the light and the room came into view.

It’s was a big room in Centre of it a study table was placed and everywhere just bookshelves. Aashi just goes towards the study table and presses a side with light force and the whole study table slides and beneath the stairs start going underground.

She starts going inside, it leads to a room and there is just a drawer by the wall. Aashi pulled a drawer and in it were all the important documents of chauhan's company and a file of deal which she was looking for….

“tho yaha hai aap jaaneman pure 7 ghante aur 13 min hamse dur rahne ke bad aur app hame pagla bana rahi hai….. Aur ek ham jo paglo ki tarah dhud rahe hai aap ko … ” A hard and husky voice came from her back.

She turned and there was a man standing leaning his back on wall leg crossed, hands on pocket. He was wearing a plain black shirt with sleeves folded from his veins showing pairing with formal black pants, his face looks clean with perfectly trimmed beard, sharp jawline, fair skin, deep black eyes and deep eyebrows and silky black hair perfectly styled just everything is on point looking absolutely mesmerizing.

And he was Rudra shah thakur, 35,business man.

“chalo tumne files bhi dhund di ab tho apne pyare husband ko dedo” rudra said looking at her.

“Shut up, and stop calling yourself my husband you are not my husband ” Aashi yelled at him glaring at him in anger.

“ jaaneman ab aap kitna bhi bol hu tho aap ka husband na jis se aapki shaddi hui hai , chalo ab files do ” he said softly slowly coming toward her.

“ Vahi ruko, aur chale tum kuch bhi ho par ma apne parents ke katil ko kabhi apna pati nhi manugi are nafrat karti hu tumse ” she yelled at him, taking out a gun from her back and pointing towards him.

“nafrat, pyaar karti ho tum mujhe se tum aur yeh barbaad kar de ga tumhe, jaise ma khud hu ” he chuckled still slowly coming toward her.

“Pyaar kabhi nhi, aur barbaadi abhi tho shuru bhi nhi hui hai Mr.rudra thakur ” she snapped.

“agar pyaar nhi karti tho roko mujhe, maro mujhe ” he said slowly still coming close to her.

“ mane bola na ruk nhi tho ma mar dugi ” she said tightening her grip on the trigger.

“ maro jaaneman agar pyaar nhi karti tho ” he said still coming close toward her.

“ mane bola na ruk ” she shouted but he was still coming close to her slowly just then

She shot him on his shoulders…..