Tera Deedar Hua ??? ?

Asad's hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white.

The engine roared as he pressed the accelerator, weaving in and out of traffic like a man possessed.

Every second felt like a lifetime, every minute, a dagger through his heart.

He couldn't afford to waste any more time-Madiah was in danger, and he had to reach her.

His foot slammed on the gas pedal, the car shooting forward at a dangerous speed, ignoring traffic signals, cutting corners without hesitation.

Behind him, Aahil followed in another car, doing his best to keep up while Mirhaan tracked their destination, giving Asad the directions over the phone.

"Boss, pagal ho gaye," Mirhaan said with a hint of disbelief in his voice. "Khud toh marenge aur hume bhi marwayenge!"

("Boss, he's gone mad, He'll end up killing himself and get us killed too!")

Aahil chuckled, his voice laced with understanding. "Mohabbat ka surror hai yeh, Mirhaan sahab. Aur jis pe chadh jaaye, vo shaks pagal hi ho jaata hai. Asad ko Madiah se mohabbat hai, aur yeh baat vo khud bhi nahi jaanta, lekin uski tadap aur bechaini mein dekh paa raha hoon. Aaj chahe toofan aa jaaye, vo nahi rukne wala."

("It's the intoxication of love, Mirhaan. And when it takes hold of someone, that person becomes crazy. Asad loves Madiah, and he doesn't even realize it himself, but I can see it in his restlessness and agony. Today, even if a storm comes, he won't stop.")

Mirhaan shook his head, looking at Aahil with a knowing smile. "This... this is something else."

But Asad wasn't listening. His mind was too consumed by one thing-Madiah.

The thought of her in Khalid's hands made him tremble with rage.

His heart pounded in his chest as he pushed the car to its limits.

His thoughts were clouded with the need to reach her, to save her from whatever torment his father had planned.

Asad had always known his father was ruthless, but he never imagined Khalid could stoop this low, using Madiah as a pawn in his sick game.

Minutes passed like hours, and finally, they reached the old factory.

Asad's breath caught as he saw the men stationed outside.

His vision went red with fury.

Without thinking, he threw the car into park, threw open the door, and rushed toward them, fists clenched.

His eyes burned with anger, and his body moved on pure instinct.

The first man barely had time to react before Asad slammed his fist into his face, sending him crashing to the ground.

The next man didn't even see the punch coming as Asad hit him with a devastating blow.

Each punch was a release of all the pent-up rage, fear, and pain he'd been holding inside.

Every man who dared step in his way fell to the ground with bone-crushing force.

"Madiah!" he roared, his voice deep with the desperation of a man losing everything.

He kicked, punched, and beat them senseless.

His rage knew no bounds.

The sound of cracking bones filled the air as he moved through them like a storm, relentless, unyielding.