Part 1""Let... please... let me go! I... I won't do it again. Please, Joy Bhaiya, let me go!" Arshi pleaded, her voice trembling with raw fear.
Joy leaned in, a dark, crooked smirk playing on his lips. "I didn't catch you just to let you go, Babygirl," he whispered, his voice dangerously low.
Before Arshi could utter another word, he silenced her, claiming her lips with an intensity that felt more like a claim than a kiss. He bit down hard, marking his territory. Moments later, he pulled away, abruptly lifting her into his arms and tossing her onto the bed like a fragile doll. He began unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes never leaving hers. He threw the fabric onto the sofa and took a slow, predatory step toward her.
"Joy Bhaiya... please... don't do this to me. Please!"
But he didn't stop. As he lunged toward her, Arshi screamed at the top of her lungs—and suddenly, she was awake.
Gasping for air, she looked around. She was in her own room. It was just a nightmare. She grabbed her phone from the bedside table; it was 4:00 AM. A chill ran down her spine—she had heard that dreams seen at dawn often come true.
Terrified, Arshi immediately got up to perform her Fajr prayer. "Ya Allah," she prayed, her heart racing, "please don't let that dream become a reality. I beg of You, keep me safe."
Trying to calm her nerves, she eventually drifted back into a restless sleep.
Meanwhile, in Australia...
A young man sat in a pitch-black room, staring out at the horizon as the first light of dawn began to break. The silence of the room was broken only by the distant chirping of birds. Suddenly, a man entered.
"Boss, everything is ready. Your flight is at 10:00 AM."
"Understood. Leave me," the young man replied coldly.
Once alone, he pulled out a photograph. He gazed at the face in the picture for a long time, a dark, possessive smile spreading across his face.
"I'm coming for you, Babygirl."
Back home, Arshi woke up again at 8:00 AM. After freshening up, she stood before the mirror, trying to shake off the lingering dread from her dream. Just then, her phone buzzed. A message from an unknown number appeared on the screen.
As she read the words, her blood ran cold:
"How are you, Babygirl? I know you're doing well... but I am not. Don't worry, though. I'm coming to you. Very soon. Bye, Jaan. ❤️❤️"