The private plane shook violently inside the storm.

Thunder roared outside.

Passengers cried quietly.

Masked men walked around with guns while the red emergency lights flashed across the cabin.

And in the middle of all the chaos—

Kavira suddenly clutched her chest.

Hard.

Her breathing stopped for a second.

Then another.

“Ka…vira?”

Divyanka immediately noticed something was wrong.

Kavira’s face had turned pale white.

Her lips slightly blue.

And her hands trembled uncontrollably.

Divyanka’s doctor instincts activated instantly.

“Oh no.”

She quickly crawled toward her despite her tied wrists.

“Kavira look at me.”

Kavira tried breathing.

But failed.

Pain exploded through her chest sharply.

The old bullet wound.

The damaged heart.

The stress.

Everything hit together.

Friedrich frowned immediately from across the cabin.

“What happened to her?”

Divyanka snapped angrily,

“She’s getting a cardiac attack you idiot!”

The entire cabin fell silent.

One hijacker panicked instantly.

“Boss—”

“SHUT UP!”

Divyanka quickly held Kavira’s face gently.

“Kavira breathe slowly.”

“I…can’t…”

Tears rolled down Kavira’s cheeks.

Her fingers weakly grabbed Divyanka’s sleeve.

“It hurts…”

Divyanka’s heart dropped.

Because this wasn’t a normal panic attack anymore.

This was serious.

Very serious.

“Friedrich untie my hands RIGHT NOW.”

Friedrich stared at Kavira silently.

For the first time—

he looked genuinely concerned.

Because if Kavira died—

Karl Casanova would burn the world alive.

Without another word Friedrich nodded.

The ropes were cut immediately.

Divyanka quickly checked Kavira’s pulse.

Weak.

Unstable.

Too fast.

“Fuck.”

She looked at Friedrich sharply.

“Do you even have emergency medicines here?!”

One man hurriedly brought a small emergency medical kit.

Divyanka searched through it desperately.

“Kavira stay awake.”

Kavira’s vision blurred slowly.

Thunder echoed outside.

And suddenly—

she remembered childhood memories.

Her father shouting.

Doors slamming.

Karl’s voice.

The hospital.

The gunshot.

The kiss.

The tears.

Everything mixed together painfully.

“Karl…” she whispered weakly.

Friedrich heard it.

And something strange crossed his face.

Jealousy.

Hatred.

Maybe both.

Divyanka immediately injected medicine carefully into Kavira’s vein.

“Stay with me.”

Kavira’s breathing became shaky.

Her body weakly leaned against Divyanka.

“I don’t wanna die…”

That sentence broke the silence inside the plane completely.

Even some hijackers looked uncomfortable now.

Divyanka gently held her face.

“You won’t.”

Kavira cried silently.

“I’m scared…”

Divyanka hugged her carefully.

“It’s okay.”

Friedrich looked away immediately.

Because fear looked too human.

Too real.

And he hated human emotions.

Friedrich’s Mansion

Meanwhile—

Arshia entered Friedrich Casanova’s mansion dramatically like she owned the place.

Massive black walls.

Dark chandeliers.

Cold marble floors.

Dangerous guards everywhere.

And yet—

Arshia looked excited.

Damon Gilbert walked behind her looking exhausted already.

“You’re way too happy for a kidnapped person.”

Arshia ignored him completely.

“Where’s Friedrich?”

A guard answered nervously,

“Office.”

Arshia immediately started walking there.

Damon grabbed her arm.

“Do NOT just walk into his office.”

“Why?”

“He kills people there.”

“Oh.”

Pause.

“Still going.”

Damon stared at her in disbelief.

This girl genuinely had survival issues.

Meanwhile inside his office—

Friedrich watched the live camera feed from the plane silently.

Kavira laying weakly against Divyanka.

Heart monitor connected.

Oxygen support beside her now.

Friedrich’s jaw tightened slightly.

He never planned for her condition to get this bad.

Then suddenly—

BANG.

His office door opened dramatically.

Arshia entered smiling brightly.

“Frederich!”

Every guard froze.

Damon covered his face tiredly.

Friedrich slowly looked up.

Long silence.

Then:

“…Why is she here already?”

Arshia walked toward him confidently.

“You wanted me.”

Friedrich blinked once.

“No.”

“You kidnapped me.”

“I kidnapped you to pressure Aaron.”

“Oh.”

She sat on his desk casually.

“But secretly you like me.”

Damon almost choked laughing behind her.

Friedrich stared at Arshia silently for five full seconds.

Then finally:

“You need therapy.”

Arshia gasped dramatically.

“So rude.”

But secretly—

she still believed he cared.

Because delusion is powerful.

Germany — Karl & Aaron

Inside the underground weapon room—

Karl loaded bullets into guns silently.

Every movement calm.

Controlled.

Too controlled.

Which made everyone more afraid.

Aaron entered quickly.

“We found the landing route.”

Karl looked up immediately.

“Speak.”

“The plane will stop for emergency refueling near the eastern border.”

Karl’s eyes darkened.

“Perfect.”

Aaron hesitated slightly.

Then finally said:

“There’s another problem.”

Karl stared at him.

Aaron’s expression tightened.

“Kavira had a cardiac episode on the plane.”

Everything stopped.

Completely.

The bullet dropped from Karl’s hand slowly.

“What?”

Aaron looked serious.

“Divyanka stabilized her for now.”

Karl’s chest tightened painfully.

For a second—

actual fear appeared in his eyes.

Rare.

Terrifying.

Then suddenly—

he grabbed Aaron’s collar violently.

“If anything happens to her—”

Aaron pushed his hand away instantly.

“THEN MOVE FASTER!”

Silence exploded between them.

Both breathing heavily.

Both terrified.

Because for the first time—

this wasn’t mafia politics anymore.

This was personal.

Deeply personal.

Karl stepped back slowly.

Ran a hand through his hair.

Then whispered something so quietly Aaron barely heard it:

“She’s all I have…”

And suddenly—

Aaron understood something.

Karl Casanova wasn’t protecting Kavira because he wanted control.

He was protecting her because losing her would destroy whatever humanity he still had left.

Inside The Plane — Midnight

Most passengers slept from exhaustion now.

Divyanka stayed awake beside Kavira carefully checking her pulse repeatedly.

Kavira looked weak.

Fragile.

The oxygen mask rested near her face softly.

Then suddenly—

Kavira whispered weakly:

“Divyanka…”

“Hm?”

“If I die…”

“Shut up.”

Kavira smiled faintly.

“Promise me something.”

“No.”

“Promise.”

Divyanka sighed dramatically.

“Fine.”

Kavira looked toward the storm outside.

“Don’t let Karl blame himself.”

Divyanka froze.

Because even now—

after everything—

Kavira still loved him.

And somewhere far away—

Karl prepared for war.