Episode 3: Letting Go and Wreaking Havoc

After sealing the deal with Siya, Rohit knew he had one final thing to

do before executing their reckless plan—erase every trace of Ananya

from his life.

*Burning the Past*

That night, Rohit sat alone in his apartment. He gathered every photo,

every handwritten note, every gift Ananya had ever given him. The

memories clung to him like ghosts, but he had made up his mind.

One by one, he tossed them into a metal bucket on his balcony. A flick

of the lighter, and within minutes, the flames consumed everything.

He watched as their past burned, the light reflecting in his tired

eyes. He wasn't heartbroken anymore. He was just done.

Then came the engagement ring—the one he had saved for months to buy.

He stared at it for a long moment before deciding.

He grabbed his car keys and left.

*A New Beginning: The Duke 1390*

By morning, he had sold both his old car and the engagement ring. He

didn't even bother checking how much he got—it didn't matter.

At the KTM showroom, he stood in front of his dream bike: the Duke

1390. Black and orange, sleek and aggressive—just like the new version

of himself he was trying to embrace.

Siya arrived at the showroom as well, amused. "So, this is your

dream?"

Rohit smirked, running his hand along the handlebar. "Some guys dream

of girls. Some dream of revenge. I dream of this."

She chuckled. "You're an interesting man, Rohit."

*The Execution: Breaking the Past*

Later that night, dressed in dark hoodies, they sneaked into Ananya's

apartment. Siya had gotten them access using her contacts—money really

did open doors.

In Ananya's bedroom, Rohit stared at the vanity table filled with

high-end beauty products, perfume bottles, and her prized mirror—the one she always checked herself in before stepping out.

Siya picked up a crystal perfume bottle and threw it against the wall.

The sharp sound of glass breaking filled the room.

Rohit grinned. "Let's make it a masterpiece."

They smashed every bottle, cracked the mirror into a thousand pieces,

and upturned every makeup palette. By the time they were done, the

room looked like a crime scene of shattered vanity.

Siya exhaled, exhilarated. "That felt… really good."

"Not done yet," Rohit reminded her. "Now, for the grand prize."

*The Porsche Destruction*

Next stop: Aarav's underground parking lot. His beloved Porsche 911

GT3 RS Special Model sat gleaming under the artificial lights—a car

worth crores, his pride and joy.

Siya hesitated. "If we get caught—"

"We will," Rohit said simply, grabbing a steel rod. "But that's your

problem, remember?"

She rolled her eyes. "Fine. Let's make it worth it."

The first dent came with a resounding thud as Rohit smashed the

windshield. Siya followed suit, using a wrench to destroy the side

mirrors and headlights. They worked like two storm-driven maniacs,

turning the car into an expensive wreck.

Then, to top it all off, Rohit unzipped his pants and pissed on the

car's hood.

Siya burst out laughing. "Oh my god. That's disgusting!"

"It's poetic justice," Rohit grinned.

*The CEO's Wrath*

As they heard alarms blaring, Siya quickly stepped back, as per their

plan. Rohit remained behind.

By the time Aarav stormed into the parking lot, security guards behind him, his face was twisted with rage.

And there stood Rohit—leaning casually against the wrecked car,

zipping up his pants.

Aarav's eyes went wide with fury. "You—"

"Hey, boss," Rohit said, smirking. "Nice car. Well… it was."

Within seconds, security tackled him to the ground.

As he was dragged away, he caught Siya's amused glance from a distance

before she disappeared into the night.