Recap: Sana held up by akash in Vikram’s beach house
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Vikram slid into his car and noticed his phone vibrating on the dashboard. He grabbed it, his eyes locking on the security alert flashing from his beach house.
“Sharath,” he said urgently, “Sana’s there in our beach house. I just got a security alert. She knows there’s an SOS wireless setup. Drive fast. Stop five hundred metres before the house. We’ll walk from there.”
Rakshat floored the accelerator, and within minutes, they skidded to a halt five hundred metres from the property.
Vikram opened the dashboard, retrieved his pistol, and tucked it into the back of his waistband. Sharath, Rakshat, and Pugazh armed themselves as well.
They moved silently toward the house, stopping two hundred metres away.
“Vikram,” Sharath murmured, “we should enter from different directions.”
“Hmm… okay,” Vikram agreed. “Everyone knows the blueprint of the house. Be careful. Sana should be in our bedroom — I’m heading that way. But remember… I want him alive at any cost. Be safe.”
They nodded, and the team split up. Guards already positioned around the building were waiting for Vikram’s signal.
One by one, they scaled the boundary wall, dropping inside without a sound.
Sharath’s voice came through the comm. “No movement in the living room.”
“Get inside, then,” Vikram instructed.
“Those girls are here in the kitchen,” Rakshat reported.
“Lock them in there without making any noise,” Vikram ordered.
“No one in the garden,” Pugazh whispered. “He has to be on the first floor.”
“He’s alert,” Vikram said. “He must know we’re here, so he’s probably in the bedroom. Sneak upstairs, clear his guards, and stay at the door. Wait for my signal.”
Within moments, Vikram’s men silently took down Akash’s guards stationed on the first floor. Rakshat, Pugazh, and Sharath positioned themselves at the bedroom door, guns ready.
Meanwhile, Vikram climbed the side pipe up to the first-floor balcony. He eased the door open — and froze.
Akash was sitting on the bed, a gun pressed firmly against Sana’s head.
“Welcome, Vikram,” Akash said with a twisted grin. “Welcome.”
“Hey!” Vikram’s voice was sharp, lethal. “Leave her.”
Sana’s mouth was gagged, her terrified eyes locked on Vikram.
“I never caught her to leave her in the first place,” Akash taunted.
“You’ve made the biggest mistake of your life,” Vikram warned, his tone low and dangerous. “I’m telling you… leave her.”
“Actually,” Akash smirked, “I could kill you right now. But I won’t. I’d rather have you die every day knowing your wife is with me. Doesn’t that sound funny?”
“Don’t you dare even think about it,” Vikram growled.
“Fine,” Akash shrugged. “I don’t have time to waste. I’m going on honeymoon, man. Now, come on… call your so-called friends inside.”
Vikram signaled, and Sharath, Rakshat, and Pugazh entered the room.
Akash backed away, still holding Sana at gunpoint. He shoved them inside and slammed the door, locking them in. Dragging Sana with him, he made for the back exit.
But Vikram was faster. He vaulted over the balcony, hitting the ground running, and intercepted them near the back gate.
“Akash!” Vikram’s voice boomed. “I’m warning you — leave her.”
Sana’s sobs filled the air, muffled by the cloth gag.
“Don’t move!” Akash barked. “If you try to get near me, I’ll shoot her.”
“Don’t do it, man,” Vikram said, stepping closer. “I won’t harm you. I’ll get all your cases solved. You can live like before, no problems. I promise. Just… leave her.”
By then, Sharath, Rakshat, and Pugazh had flanked them.
Akash sneered. “Would you do anything for her? Shoot yourself, and I promise I’ll leave her.”
Sana shook her head violently, her eyes pleading.
“I’ll do anything you say,” Vikram said hoarsely. “But leave her.”
“Shoot yourself. Then I’ll let her go.”
Vikram pulled the pistol from his waistband and looked at Sana.
“Sana… I’m sorry. I failed to protect you. I’ll do anything to save you now. If I have to give my life for you, I will. I love you, Sana.”
Tears streamed down her cheeks. Akash yanked the gag away.
“I’ll let the lovebirds talk one last time,” he mocked.
“Vikram,” Sana gasped, “don’t you dare take your life. I’ll never forgive you if you do. Don’t think I’ll live without you. Put your gun down.”
“Sorry, Sana. Please forgive me.”
“Vikram… better shoot me if you want to save me from this bastard.”
“Wow,” Akash chuckled darkly. “What a lovely scene. Looks like you two are so much in love.”
Sana’s glare could have cut steel. “Vikram — don’t do it.”
Vikram’s finger tightened on the trigger — but before he could fire, Sana made her move. She twisted sharply, her knee driving up hard into Akash’s groin.
He doubled over with a guttural cry, loosening his grip. Sana bolted toward Vikram.
Vikram lunged forward and caught her in his arms — but Akash, snarling through the pain, raised his gun and fired.
The shot cracked through the night.
Sana’s body jerked, the bullet tearing into her back. Her eyes brimmed with tears as she collapsed against Vikram.
“No!” Vikram’s voice was raw, breaking as he cradled her. “Sana!”
Her blood seeped into his shirt as she trembled in his arms.
Sharath and Rakshat had Akash pinned to the ground. The guards tied him up and rained blows on him, making sure he couldn’t fight back.
“Raksha, get the car now!” Vikram barked.
Rakshat sprinted off toward the vehicle. Vikram scooped Sana into his arms, her limp body staining his shirt with warm blood, and ran.
Rakshat pulled up moments later, and Vikram slid into the backseat, cradling her against his chest. Pugazh jumped into the passenger seat, phone already at his ear.
“Get the OT ready now,” Pugazh instructed the hospital. “We’re on our way.”
Rakshat drove like a man possessed, cutting through the traffic with reckless precision.
They screeched to a halt outside the hospital. Vikram didn’t wait for help — he carried Sana straight to the operation theatre. The doctors rushed her inside, the swinging doors shutting between them.
Vikram stood rooted outside, his shirt soaked in her blood, his chest heaving. His eyes were wild with panic, his lips trembling.
“Vikky,” Rakshat said softly, “get your shirt changed. Nothing will happen to Sana.”
“Vikky, please listen to us,” Pugazh added. “She’ll be fine.”
“Call Sharath now,” Vikram ordered hoarsely.
Pugazh dialed. “Where is he now?” Vikram demanded the second Sharath answered.
“Locked in our place,” Sharath replied. “I’m on my way to the hospital. Guards are watching him. I sedated him — he won’t be up for twenty-four hours.”
“He shouldn’t escape until I get to him,” Vikram warned. “Clear it with the police. Let them inform the media he broke out of prison.”
“Sure. I’ll do it now,” Sharath said.
“Vikky,” Rakshat pressed, “get changed. Pranitha will be here with Sara, and she’ll be scared to see you like this.”
“No,” Vikram said sharply. “Let them not come here. I’ll tell them at the right time.”
“Fine,” Rakshat muttered. “But change your damn shirt. Sana would be broken to see you like this.”
Reluctantly, Vikram changed into fresh clothes, but his place at the OT door never shifted.
Two hours crawled by. Every minute felt like a lifetime.
When the doctors finally stepped out, Vikram rushed to them. “Doctor… my Sana is fine, right?”
“Yes, sir,” the surgeon said. “She’s fine. We got the bullets out. Lucky for her, no organs were injured. She’s safe.”
“I’ll go see her,” Vikram said immediately.
“Sir, we’ll shift her to the ward,” the doctor explained. “You can see her then. She’ll regain consciousness in five to eight hours.”
“Thank you,” Vikram breathed.
When Sana was wheeled into her room, Vikram, Rakshat, Pugazh, and Sharath followed. She lay on the bed, pale and still, the life in her eyes temporarily dimmed. It was a sight that twisted each of their hearts.
“You all get back home,” Vikram said firmly. “I’ll stay.”
They protested, but Vikram’s tone left no room for argument. In the end, only Sharath remained outside the ward while Rakshat and Pugazh headed home to reassure Pranitha and Amudha.
Sana lay on her side because of the wound in her back. Vikram sat beside her, her small hand swallowed in his, his eyes fixed on her face. He didn’t blink.
When Pugazh and Rakshat reached home, Pranitha rushed forward. “Pugazh, how is Sana?”
“Safe, ma,” he assured her. “She’ll wake up in eight hours.”
“Sorry,” Pranitha whispered guiltily. “All this happened because of me. I was the one who asked to go shopping.”
“Stop being crazy,” Pugazh said firmly. “Don’t take the blame. Sana’s fine now.”
“Where is Sara?” Rakshat asked.
“Amma put her to sleep,” Kayal said. “She’s with her.”
“You girls get back to your room and rest for a while,” Rakshat advised. “We’ll leave for the hospital in the morning.”
“No,” Pranitha shook her head. “I can’t sleep. I want to meet Sana.”
“Pranitha, get some rest,” Pugazh insisted. “We need to take care of Sana, and you need to take care of yourself too. Do you understand?”
At the hospital, Vikram leaned forward, speaking softly to the unconscious woman he loved.
“Sana… why did you do this? Did you think of me for a minute? What would I do if something happened to you? I was losing my life every minute from the moment you were kidnapped. I couldn’t keep the promise I made to you. I’m sorry, Sana. I’m sorry…”
His voice broke, and he wept, clutching her hand as if letting go might mean losing her forever.
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