The sound of the gunshot echoed.
Ayesha's heart stopped.
"Zayn…?" she whispered.
He staggered slightly.
Blood spread across his shirt.
But he didn't fall.
"It's… just a scratch," he said, forcing a smile.
She shook her head, tears already falling.
"No… you're bleeding!"
The Escape Continues
Ryan's voice came through the earpiece.
"Move! Guards are coming!"
Zayn tightened his grip on Ayesha's hand.
"Run."
They rushed toward the car outside.
Rain pouring.
Sirens in the distance.
Behind them—
Adrian stood at the entrance.
Watching silently.
He lowered the gun.
His face unreadable.
In the Car
Ryan started the engine.
They sped away.
Ayesha pressed her scarf against Zayn's wound.
"Stay with me," she whispered.
He looked at her.
Even in pain—
He smiled.
"I told you… I'd bring you home."
Her tears fell faster.
"Don't talk… please."
Adrian's Regret
Back at the mansion—
Adrian looked at his hand.
Still holding the gun.
He whispered softly—
"I didn't aim to kill…"
But the silence answered him.
Lina stepped closer.
"You hesitated," she said.
"That's your weakness."
Adrian's eyes turned cold again.
"No," he replied.
"My mistake… was letting him live."
The Hospital Rush
The car stopped outside a hospital.
Doctors rushed in with a stretcher.
Ayesha refused to let go.
"I'm coming with him!"
Zayn's vision blurred.
But he held her hand.
"Don't cry…"
"I'm not going anywhere."
The doctor came out minutes later.
Face serious.
"We need to operate immediately."
Ayesha's heart pounded.
Then the doctor added—
"He lost a lot of blood."