As soon as Anya touches the feet of her grandparents, she leaves for work.
The moment she steps out, Arnav takes out his phone, dials a number, and says, "I've sent the address. Be there by 3:00 PM. Everything will become clear."
"And yes, bring a lady constable along. She'll be needed. People should believe that Anya has trapped me."
After ending the call, Arnav looks toward the gate with a mysterious smile.
---
When Anya reaches the orphanage, a courier delivery man approaches her with a package. She opens it and pulls out some documents. The moment she reads them, her face turns pale with shock.
Angry, she grabs the file and prepares to leave when the orphanage's sister approaches her.
"Where are you going, dear, all alone like this?" the sister asks.
Anya replies, "I'm just going to meet Shukla Uncle to get some answers!"
Without another word, she rushes out.
Upon reaching the given address, she looks around but finds no one. She steps further inside and sees Shukla Ji.
"Why did you call me here? We could've discussed this at the office," she questions.
Shukla Ji chuckles, "Oh, dear, this is my office too! You're just visiting it for the first time. Come inside and sit. I'll be back in five minutes, and then we'll discuss your problem."
Trusting his words, Anya walks inside. But what she sees shocks her beyond belief—several young girls living there. Her eyes widen in disbelief.
"What... What is this?" she mutters to herself.
Just then, police officers storm in, instructing their team to arrest everyone present.
A lady constable grabs Anya's wrist. "Come with us!"
Anya struggles. "What are you doing? Let me go! I just arrived here to meet my lawyer!"
Ignoring her protests, the constable sneers, "Call your lawyer from inside the lockup."
She pulls out her phone and makes a call. "You gave us the right tip. A major racket is being run here!"
Hearing this, Anya feels her head spinning.
Soon, media reporters flood the area, their news headlines flashing across screens:
"A massive trafficking racket busted! Women were being exploited under the guise of an orphanage!"
"A girl set to marry into the prestigious Trivedi family has been caught among the suspects!"
Anya frantically tries to free herself from the constable's grip.
"You're mistaken! I was here to meet my lawyer, Shukla Ji!" she pleads.
But the lady constable refuses to listen and forcefully drags her outside.
"Let me go! My name is Anya Trivedi! You can't do this to me!" Anya screams. "If you don't release me, I'll sue you!"
Slap!
A stinging slap lands on Anya's face, silencing her.
At that moment, Arnav steps in.
Seeing him, Anya breathes a sigh of relief.
"Arnav! Tell them they're wrong. Tell them you know me!" she pleads desperately.
Arnav simply stands there, watching the spectacle unfold.
Then, with a wicked smirk, he blows her a flying kiss.
Realization dawns on Anya—this was all Arnav's doing.
Before she can protest further, the constable forces her into a police van.
Just then, Shukla Ji arrives.
Arnav turns to him, smirking.
"Shukla Ji, how ironic. You bite the very hand that feeds you," he scoffs.
"You know I'm a follower of Gandhi Ji," Arnav adds mockingly, before slipping a bundle of cash into Shukla Ji's hands and walking away.
---
One Hour Later...
Anya stands inside the police station with the other detainees.
"Please listen to me! There's been a misunderstanding!" she cries. "Is anyone here? Please, someone listen!"
The moment her grandfather hears the news, he rushes toward the police station with her grandmother.
---
Meanwhile, in the US...
In a lavish office, a man sits in his cabin, yelling at his assistant.
"How many times have I told you not to bring me useless news?" he snaps.
"I hired you so I wouldn't have to deal with problems like this. You should handle them before they even reach me!"
The assistant, trembling, nods nervously.
"You have five minutes," the man continues coldly. "Get all news channels to take down this story immediately. And find out who leaked it—I don't want any future complications!"
The assistant gulps, thinking to himself, This news was about your wife! That's why I brought it to you! Your own brother is framing her…
But seeing his boss's fury, he keeps his thoughts to himself.
"Okay, sir," he says before scurrying out of the room.
---
Back in India…
Arnav lounges in his office, celebrating with his staff.
"You were lucky, sir! If you had married Anya, you'd be trapped for life," his female secretary remarks.
"Good thing Vedika Ma'am entered your life at the right time. You fell in love with her instead," another employee chimes in.
The entire staff agrees, laughing.
A different secretary hands Arnav a glass of wine.
He takes it, lifting his glass in the air.
"A toast, everyone!" he announces. "Drinks on me tonight!"
As everyone cheers, Arnav smirks to himself, whispering,
"This toast is for my victory… and your destruction, Anya."
---
At the Police Lockup…
Anya, standing in the lockup, suddenly feels dizzy.
Before anyone can react, she collapses to the ground, unconscious.
The officers panic.
"Call an ambulance!" one of them shouts.
Within moments, Anya is rushed to the hospital…