A/N: 2k words guys! I'm almost ahead enough. As soon as I'm 10 chap ahead, there will be weekly updates, then daily. I plan t be done writing this story by June :) YEAR 5 begins at the end!

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August 11, 2016: Shanaya and Abhi's Mansion

Shanaya lay in bed, next to her fiancé, reveling in the feeling of his skin, as his arms were wrapped around her.

The last six months had passed fairly peacefully, with Abhi's recovery and rebuilding of the office being their main concerns.

It had been confirmed by the police that Anjali had definitely been killed in the bombing. They still, however, did not know who had set it. They bomb itself had imploded, and there were no fingerprints to be found in the rubble. It was impossible to narrow it down, as there had been several people in the building throughout the day.

They knew the bomb exploded somewhere on the upper floor, but they suspected there was more than one, as there had been another explosion when Abhi was on his way down the pole.

The police refused to open up the investigation to the possibility of an accomplice, simply because it would require extra paperwork, energy, and less laddoos for them to consume. So naturally, they weren't inclined to even try out the theory.

Shanaya's modelling had taken a slight backseat, as she felt internally and inexplicably, well, explicably, compelled to play detective.

Her heart wasn't resting until she could find the person who had tried to hurt them so viciously.

The insurance wasn't completely covering the explosion, but since Abhi had (thankfully) remembered to update the documents and paperwork, so everything was in order. They wouldn't suffer too much of a loss, nothing that wouldn't be recovered within six or so months.

Abhi's recovery had taken slightly longer than expected, as he had suffered a setback when one day, when he was practicing weight bearing on his ankle, he had fallen in his physical therapist's office and once again broken the 4 ribs that were slowly healing. Consequently, his ankle suffered a huge setback and he also broke his left arm, requiring him to live in a cast for much longer. His concussion, however, healed within the first week, leaving him, for the time being, coherent.

Abhi had made the most of the situation, practically forcing Shanaya to wait on him, hand and foot.

It hadn't come as a surprise to her. He had to find some excuse at this point to spend time with her, as the physical aspect of their relationship had come to a standstill. Obviously, nothing was going to happen on that front until Abhi was completely healed.

Shanaya was much more adamant about this fact than Abhi, as she needed him to be completely healed, lest he injure himself all over again.

Since the confirmation of Anjali's death, the case had not advanced much farther, meaning not at all. It was obviously difficult, and the police force was mostly focused on smaller cases. Most of the world had forgotten the event ever occurred.

The couple had contemplated hiring a private detective, but they knew that it would blossom into the media, with the idea that Abhi had had an affair, and was trying to cover it up.

Shanaya and Abhi were working themselves, so Abhi had spent his extra days in bed (when he wasn't working on the security and work files) trying to search through the news, the reports, the autopsy and the debris remain pictures.

He, despite his immense talent, (according to him) wasn't able to find the culprit. It seemed that the police were correct and all evidence either incriminated everyone, or was incinerated to a point of ashes.

"What are you thinking about?" Abhi jostled Shanaya, tightening his arms around her.

Shanaya turned back to look at him, her eyes gazing in adoration at him, at his healed body. "Us. You. All that's happened."

Abhi reached down and kissed Shanaya's lips, stopping her mid speech. He refused to allow her to delve in the past.

At this point, he had given up hope that they would find the perpetrator, as they had been searching for 6 months and there was no sign of evidence. Slowly, he was managing to convince Shanaya, but it was taking time.

This incident had shaken her more than she herself had realized. Abhi knew that she was terrified that this could happen to them, that someone wanted to see them ruined this much.

Everyone knew that it was attempt on Abhi's life. He always stayed the latest, when all other workers left by five p.m.

So Shanaya was living under this constant veil of fear. And Abhi didn't know how to rid her of it.

September 16, 2016: Anjali's Hide-Out

Anjali way splayed across the floor of her hide-out. It was a small hut, or so, made mostly out of mud. It was the best that she could afford at the moment, what with the world believing her dead and her mother spending most of her salary on food.

Anjali pulled the sheet that she was sing as a blanket up and shivered into her sleep.

Alright, she admitted to herself. Maybe this wasn't the best thought out plan, but Anjali was compelled to do something. She couldn't have sat another minute watching Shanaya and Abhi enjoy life and each other's company.

Abhi had always been hers. When they were kids, they had played together, stayed together, been happy together.

They, as little kids, had kissed each other on the cheek, taken baths together. They had smiled together, laughed together.

She had loved him since she was born. She was born to love him.

And she knew he loved her back. It was just that Shanaya had distracted him with her slutty existence, her flashy smiles, and her mountain of wealth.

For some reason, she wasn't able to free Abhi from the entangling web that was Shanaya. He remained ensnared and Anjali couldn't stomach it.

She needed him to love her back.

She would steal him from the world if necessary. And for sure, if she couldn't have him after this last plan, no one could.

And they would be together forever in the stars.

October 12, 2016: Rohan's Mansion

Rohan snuck out of bed, placing a pillow in his place, into which Priya promptly snuggled.

He had already woken up late, but he wasn't too worried. Over the last three years, he had learned that she always woke up extraordinarily late on her birthday. He glanced at the clock. Still, he was late.

Rohan slowly crept back, trying to leave the room without her noticing or waking up. He knew she was a fairly deep sleeper, but she also noticed when he left the bed.

Which wasn't often.

He was in the kitchen, trying to make as little noise as he possibly could as, but he could help but bang around the pans as he attempted to wrestle one out of the cabinet.

They had accidentally (or so they said) forgotten to do the dishes for about a week, so when the time had come that the sink was overflowing and dirty dishes were covering the countertop, they had very haphazardly washed them and thrown all dishes and pans into cabinets once they were partially dried.

So naturally, when Rohan tried to find the exact pan he needed, it was buried in the back of the highest cabinet, which didn't amount for the quietest search.

Finally, Rohan managed to dig out the pan he was scavenging for, and quietly lit the gas, getting ready to make pancakes.

Priya slowly woke up, the smell of pancakes drifting through the house, permeating around every room. She smiled, as she could hear Rohan humming downstairs.

To most, it seemed impossible that she would hear him from so far away, but she did. Every single cell inside her was fine tuned to notice, hear, see, sense anything and everything about him.

She got up, got ready and slowly walked down the staircase., suddenly unable to hear Rohan's humming.

When she reached the lower floor, she looked around.

Had she been dreaming?

There was no Rohan in sight, and even worse, there were no pancakes in sight. At all.

Priya slowly walked to the table, wary in case Rohan was planning on jumping out at her. She glanced at the countertop, which looked the same way it had the night before.

"Rohan?"

There was no response. She spun in a full circle but there was still no Rohan.

Suddenly, the lights turned off, and there was one flaming candle in Priya's peripheral field. She turned around to see Rohan (of course) holding a large stack of pancakes, with a sparkler (candle) thrusted into the center of the stack.

Rohan flicked on the lights, smiling as he took in Priya's expression. "Happy 20th birthday."

December 18, 2016: Shanaya and Abhi's Mansion

Abhi was lying on the couch, shirtless (as usual) working on his laptop, as the afternoon went on. Shanaya had a show today, so she wasn't in the house.

Abhi groaned as he got up, suddenly feeling the chill of the room as he walked toward the kitchen.

He was hungry.

Ever since his accident, his appetite had increased tenfold.

He wasn't gaining fat though, if anything, he was packing back on the muscle he had lost it the accident.

He glanced around, seeing where Shanaya had kept the leftovers from the pizza they had the night before.

He knew that pizza wasn't the best idea, but he was hungry. And who could resist pizza?

He grabbed a slice placing it on a plate and into the microwave.

As the seconds clocked down, Abhi heard a noise.

He didn't think much of the thump at first, assuming it was just the microwave.

But when the pizza was warmed, he heard the noise again.

His pizza forgotten, Abhi turned and walked toward the foyer, where he assumed the noise had come from.

He slowly tip-toed, assuming it was an intruder. His entire body was on high alert.

He crept into foyer, slowly looking around. His eyes wandered, but he didn't see anyone.

He heard another thump, and turned around to see Shanaya tripping over her shoes.

"Who wears these heels? They're like a foot tall!"

Abhi quickly reached out to catch her, having her land in his arms.

They both tumbled onto the ground, smiles gracing their face.

"Hey you." Abhi kissed her nose.

Shanaya rested against him, forgetting that she was wearing sharp heels.

"Ouch!"

Shanaya sat up, looking down where her heels had lightly scratched Abhi's legs.

She looked apologetic, still smiling.

She slowly stood up reaching down and taking her heels of.

"Let's eat."

She pranced toward the kitchen. And Abhi's slice of pizza.

He took off after her.

December 18, 2016: Anjali's Hide-Out

Anjali was fed up of hearing about the Abhi and Shanaya in the news, having fun, being in love.

What angered Anjali the most though, was that they had started wedding preparations.

She knew that once Abhi was wed, he wouldn't divorce Shanaya, out of fear for his reputation.

So she had to act beforehand.

She snuck into their house that afternoon, when Shanaya wasn't home. She was about to go after Abhi, when she heard the door open again. This time it was Shanaya.

Anjali quickly ducked up their back staircase, into one of their many extra rooms.

Anjali decided she would stay there, where she wouldn't be found. Where she could keep an eye on them, and if need be…

Where she could kill them.

January 1, 2017: Unknown Location

Shanaya woke up, the whole world a blur.

She knew that she had gone to bed late the previous night, but she wasn't sure when.

They had decided to not host a party that year. Nor were they going to go to anyone's party.

No, they would stay home alone, to celebrate the new year.

As Shanaya slowly regained the ability to think, she looked around.

She wasn't in her room. She wasn't even in her own house.

It took her another moment, but she realized that Abhi wasn't there either.

She frowned, looking around. There were no visible doors, nor were there any windows.

Her limbs were freed, but she was clearly trapped.

The question was where.

And why?

And by whom?

A/N; I should stop writing kidnappings... But im kinda out of ideas :) Year 5! REVIEW! check out social medias and other stories on profile :)