Recap: Sara is kidnapped after birthday party
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Pranitha’s scream echoed through the corridor as she spotted someone running with Sara in their arms, Sana lying unconscious on the floor behind them.
“Guards!” she shouted, her voice trembling. “Someone took the baby!”
The guards instantly sprang into action, bolting in the direction of the intruder.
Frantically, Pranitha pulled out her phone and dialed Vikram. Within moments, he came sprinting into the room, eyes widening at the sight of Sana sprawled on the floor.
“Sana!” he dropped to his knees, gently cradling her head and patting her cheeks. “Sana, wake up!”
Pugazh, Sharath, and Rakshat arrived in a rush, assessing the chaos around them.
“She’s unconscious,” Vikram said urgently. “I’ll stay with her. You three—go find Sara. Now!”
Without wasting another second, they dashed off. Vikram carried Sana into the room and laid her on the bed. He grabbed a bowl of water, dipped a towel, and gently patted her face. There was no response.
“Doctor!” Vikram barked into his phone. “Get to my room now.”
Seconds later, he dialed Sharath. “Sharath… did you find Sara?”
Sharath’s voice was tense but determined. “Don’t worry. We’ll be back with Sara soon. You take care of Sana.”
“I want my princess now!” Vikram snapped. “I don’t care what it takes—go to any extreme. Get my baby back!”
“You need not tell this,” Sharath said firmly. “Believe me.”
The doctor arrived and examined Sana quickly.
“She’s inhaled a strong dose of chloroform,” he said. “She’s stable, but she won’t regain consciousness until the effects wear off—it might take up to three hours.”
Vikram’s jaw clenched. “Pranitha, take care of her. I’ll be back.”
Without another word, Vikram stormed out, determination blazing in his eyes.
Three long hours passed. Slowly, Sana stirred, her fingers twitching. Then her eyes flew open in panic.
“Sara… Sara!” she screamed, trying to sit up.
“Sana, relax!” Pranitha rushed to her side. “Nothing happened to Sara.”
“Where is Sara? I want to see her. Please!” Sana’s voice broke with desperation.
“Sana, relax, please,” Pranitha said softly, holding her shoulders. “Sara is with Vikram brother. He’ll be here any moment.”
“No!” Sana’s eyes filled with tears. “You’re lying. What happened to Sara? Please tell me!”
“Nothing happened to her, I swear.”
Just then, the door burst open.
Vikram stood at the entrance, his shirt stained, hair disheveled—but his arms cradled Sara, safe and sound.
“Sana,” he said gently, walking towards her. “Sara is with me. Here… look at her.”
Sana let out a sob and rushed to him. She scooped Sara into her arms, holding her close and showering her face with kisses.
“Vikram, I’m scared…” she whispered. “Who kidnapped our Sara?”
“No one kidnapped her, baby,” he said, brushing her hair back. “One of the staff saw you faint and took Sara to keep her safe. That’s all. Nothing happened.”
“Why would I faint like that?”
“Maybe you were exhausted,” he said soothingly. “Now relax. Look at our baby—she’s been waiting for you. Feed her and put her to sleep.”
Everyone quietly stepped out, leaving Vikram and Sana alone.
Sana sat on the bed, holding Sara close as she fed her, tears silently falling down her cheeks. Her hand ran through the baby’s soft curls as she whispered calming words.
Before 3 hours:
Sana was walking slowly through the corridor towards their room, gently rocking Sara in her arms, trying to lull her back to sleep. Just behind her, Pranitha’s dress got stuck on something protruding from the corner of the wall.
“Sana, carry on. Sara might fall asleep any second,” Pranitha said, untangling her dress.
Sana smiled and continued walking. Just as she neared her room, a woman dressed like a hotel staff approached her with a pleasant smile.
“Madam, your baby is so cute,” the woman said.
“Thank you,” Sana replied warmly.
The woman gently pinched Sara’s cheek and said, “Happy birthday, baby.”
Before Sana could respond, she felt a cloth pressed to her face from behind—an overpowering chemical scent overwhelmed her senses. She struggled, but her limbs weakened. Just before losing consciousness, she saw the same woman walking away with Sara in her arms.
“Sa… ra…” she mumbled faintly before collapsing to the floor.
Pranitha, just steps behind, witnessed the horrifying scene and screamed, alerting the guards. They immediately chased the direction the woman had taken.
She quickly called Vikram. Within minutes, Vikram arrived, breathless and panicked. Seeing Sana lying unconscious on the floor broke him. Pugazh, Sharath, and Rakshat rushed in behind him.
Sharath immediately took charge. “Seal all the exits. No one leaves this hotel,” he commanded, pulling out his phone to call the security head.
Vikram knelt beside Sana, gently lifting her head. “Sana… wake up,” he whispered, patting her cheeks. “Doctor! Somebody call the doctor!”
Pugazh ran to the security room to check the CCTV footage. Vikram carried Sana to the room and laid her down on the bed. He sprinkled water on her face, but there was no response.
“Sharath… did you find Sara?” he asked desperately.
“Don’t worry. We will be back with Sara soon. You take care of Sana,” Sharath replied.
“I want my princess now! I don’t care what it takes—go to any extreme and get my baby back,” Vikram said, voice shaking with emotion.
“You need not tell this… believe me,” Sharath assured him.
The doctor arrived and examined Sana. “She’s inhaled a strong dose of chloroform,” he said. “It’ll take around three hours for her to regain consciousness.”
Vikram clenched his fists. “Pranitha, take care of her. I’ll be back.”
He stormed out of the room, a man on a mission. In the hotel lobby, he spotted the manager.
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“No one leaves the hotel—security emergency,” Vikram ordered firmly.
“Yes, sir,” the manager nodded, eyes wide with panic.
Vikram stepped closer, his voice sharp. “Who is that lady?”
“She’s… she’s not part of our staff, sir.”
Vikram’s eyes narrowed. “Then how the hell did she enter?”
The manager stammered, “Sir, I…”
“Get out of my sight!” Vikram barked, fury raging in his voice.
Without wasting another second, Vikram connected with Sharath, Pugazh, and the others on a concall. Every second mattered.
“She’s on the fourth floor with Sara,” Pugazh’s voice came through the line.
Vikram didn’t wait. He bolted up the stairs, his heartbeat echoing louder than his footsteps. He followed every direction Pugazh gave him, weaving through corridors, eyes scanning for signs of movement. The woman was clever—she had been smashing CCTV cameras as she moved, covering her tracks floor by floor.
Then came the words that tore through him.
“Vikram… Sara’s unconscious,” Pugazh’s voice cracked with urgency.
Vikram froze for a split second. “What?!” His voice broke. His legs trembled, but he kept moving. Tears blurred his vision. “Where is she?”
“She’s at the entrance of the fifth floor,” Pugazh replied quickly.
Vikram’s anger surged. He felt his entire being ignite—this wasn’t just a threat anymore, it was war. His daughter. His world.
“I’m taking the service lift to the sixth floor,” Vikram said through gritted teeth. “Prepare everyone. We’re ending this now.”
“Got it,” Sharath replied.
Guards were stationed on the sixth and seventh floors, hiding in strategic positions. Vikram crouched near the staircase, waiting like a predator ready to strike.
“Vikky,” Pugazh whispered in his earpiece, “she’s about to reach the sixth floor entrance… and Vikram… she’s holding a gun.”
Vikram didn’t flinch. “I’ll take care of it.”
The woman stepped onto the sixth floor, cradling Sara in one arm, the gun raised in the other. She gasped as she saw the men surrounding her.
“Let go of my baby!” Vikram roared, stepping forward.
“Stay back!” she shouted. “Move and I’ll shoot your baby!”
Vikram raised his hands. “Don’t do anything… please. What do you want? Just leave my child.”
“I don’t want anything!” she screamed. “Just move or you’ll lose her!”
“How much money do you want?” Vikram asked, desperation in every word. “I’ll give you a fortune—more than you can imagine. Just give me back my baby.”
“I won’t believe you!” she said, her voice shaking. “You’ll kill me once I give her back.”
“No! I swear, I won’t harm you. I’ll let you go safely. I’ll give you the money, just don’t hurt her!”
The woman shook her head. “No, Mr. Vikram. I can’t.”
Vikram’s voice dropped, hoarse and broken. “Who are you? Why did you kidnap my daughter?”
“We’re not having a discussion now!” she snapped. “I’ll count to five. If you don’t give me a way out, you’ll lose your baby!”
Vikram’s eyes locked with Sharath, who had crept behind her unnoticed.
“One… two… three… four—”
Before she could say five, a gunshot echoed through the corridor. Sharath had pulled the trigger. The woman collapsed instantly.
“Sara!” Vikram screamed, running forward to catch his daughter as she slipped from the woman’s arms.
“Vikram!” Sharath called out. “Take her! Get her to the doctor now—I’ll handle this.”
Vikram cradled Sara and rushed to a nearby room where a doctor had been waiting.
After a tense examination, the doctor turned to Vikram.
“Just mild chloroform exposure, Mr. Vikram. She’ll be fine soon.”
“Thank you,” Vikram whispered, his voice cracking with relief.
As the doctor left, Sharath and Pugazh took charge of apologizing to the guests and permitted them to leave the hotel, now that the threat had been neutralized.
Vikram sat in Pugazh’s room, holding Sara close. He watched her tiny chest rise and fall as she slowly began to stir. His heart was heavy, shattered by the constant threats against his family. He stroked her hair gently, the pain of watching his wife and daughter suffer written across his face.
His eyes stayed on his little girl as he whispered, “No one will ever hurt you again… I promise.”
Rage surged through Vikram. He took the service lift to the sixth floor, where guards were already stationed, waiting in silence. Vikram hid near the staircase, breathing heavily.
“Vikky, she’s about to step into the sixth floor. She’s holding a gun,” Pugazh warned.
“I’ll take care,” Vikram said coldly.
The woman stepped onto the sixth floor, only to be immediately surrounded by guards and Vikram.
“Let go of my baby!” Vikram shouted.
“No! Move away or I’ll shoot your baby,” she screamed, holding Sara closer.
“Don’t do anything rash! What do you want? Leave my child,” Vikram pleaded.
“I don’t want anything. Just move or you’ll lose her,” she warned.
“How much money do you want? I’ll give you a fortune, just don’t hurt her,” he begged.
“I won’t believe you. You’ll kill me the moment I give her back,” she snapped.
“I won’t! I promise I’ll let you go. I’ll give you the money, just give me my baby,” Vikram said, his voice shaking.
“No, Mr. Vikram. I can’t.”
“Who are you? Why did you kidnap my baby?”
“We’re not having that discussion now. Move or I’ll count to five—after that, your child is gone.”
She began counting, “One… two… three… four…”
Before she could say five, a shot rang through the hallway—Sharath, who had crept up from behind, fired and struck her in the head. She dropped instantly. Vikram dashed forward and caught Sara safely in his arms.
“Vikram, take Sara. Get the doctor. I’ll handle the rest,” Sharath said, lowering his weapon.
Vikram nodded and rushed to a nearby room where the doctor checked Sara carefully.
“Mild chloroform exposure, Mr. Vikram. She’ll be alright soon,” the doctor assured.
“Thank you, doctor,” Vikram replied, pressing a kiss to Sara’s forehead.
Outside, Sharath and Pugazh managed the crowd, apologizing to the guests and allowing them to leave once the situation was under control.
Later, Vikram sat in Pugazh’s room, cradling Sara in his arms, waiting for her to wake up. His heart was heavy—his family had been through too much. His baby, his wife… both had suffered again. As he gazed at Sara’s peaceful face, his mind burned with thoughts of vengeance and heartbreak.
Ranjith’s voice was firm over the call. “Vikram, she was sent by Sam and Priyanka.”
Vikram’s jaw clenched. “How did she get in?”
“She used an artificial thumb impression to bypass security and entered with some of the hotel staff,” Ranjith explained.
Pugazh cut in, “I got the contact details from her mobile. We traced it—she was definitely sent by Sam.”
Vikram’s eyes darkened. “I want Sam and Priyanka at my place before my angels wake up.”
Ranjith responded, “Sharath has already left with the guards to bring them. We didn’t know the full story about him until today.”
Vikram took a breath. “We studied in the same college… different departments. No one ever knew we were connected. In fact, Sharath never spoke to anyone in college. I faced a lot of threats because of my dad’s business rivals, and Sharath handled most of them behind the scenes—without even telling me.”
His tone softened with emotion.
“He always wanted to protect me. That’s why he never let me speak about him to anyone. His real name is Karthick. He changed it to Sharath and joined me as my PA.”
Just then, Vikram’s phone rang and he saw it was from Sharath and answered immediately. “Tell me, Sharath…”
“I’ve got Sam and Priyanka. They’re at our place now,” Sharath confirmed.
“Take care of them until I get there.”
Vikram rushed back to his room. As he entered, he saw Sara slowly regaining consciousness. He lifted her gently in his arms and walked into the bedroom where Sana was desperately crying out her daughter’s name.
“Sara!” Sana screamed, her voice cracking.
Vikram moved quickly, handing their daughter over to her.
Present:
Sana looked up at Vikram, her eyes red and filled with fear. “Vikram… are you sure nothing else happened?”
“Of course, baby. Nothing happened,” he assured, placing a calming hand on her shoulder.
“I’m scared,” she whispered. “Shall we get back home?”
“It’s midnight, Sana. Let’s leave in the morning. I’m right here with you. I won’t let anything happen to you or our baby,” Vikram said softly, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.
He sat beside her as she began to cry again. He gently wiped her tears, holding her close, his presence steady and warm. He slowly helped her lie down, then slid into bed behind her, wrapping his arms around her protectively.
Sana was quietly caressing Sara’s sleeping face, holding onto the comfort of her daughter’s peaceful breathing.
Vikram’s voice was soft but strong. “Sana, I know you’re strong. Don’t let fear win over your heart or mind. Always remember—I’m with you. Always. No matter what happens.”
Sana hummed in response, the tension in her body slowly releasing as sleep took over her exhausted frame.
Once she was asleep, Vikram carefully moved out of bed and stepped into the other room. He called Pugazh.
“Hey,” he whispered. “Sana is asleep now, but she’s really shaken. I couldn’t leave her.”
He paused, then continued, “You all get some rest for now. We’ll talk in the morning. And inform Sharath too. Let him rest. We have a lot to do tomorrow.”
He hung up and stood by the window, his eyes dark with rage and resolve.
” You touched the wrong person at the wrong time… Get ready to pay for it “
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