Anna stammered, her voice quivering, "I... I... can't, Porsche..." Tears streamed down her face as she continued, "I think... I... I don't want to be friends with you anymore."
Porsche, gripping the gate tightly, whispered back with disbelief, "I don't believe you." Concern laced his words as he urged Anna, "Come out, please! If you really don't want to be friends with me, then say it to my face."
Anna glanced at Josh, who wore a wicked smirk while keeping the gun pointed in Porsche's direction. Summoning all her courage, Anna spoke louder, "Please go."
Porsche, now frustrated and worried, angrily attempted to open the door and shouted, "I said open the door!"
Anna, fighting back her tears, mustered the strength to say, "I don't want to see you. Please leave right now."
Porsche spoke with a mixture of sadness and anger in his voice, "I won't leave until you open the door." His determination was unwavering. He continued, "At least tell me what I did wrong."
Anna, struggling to control her tears, felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness.
Josh quietly took Anna inside and locked the door, his malicious intentions hidden behind a sly smile. Playing with the gun, he remarked, "It looks like you guys are quite close." Anna met his gaze with a stern expression and asked, "What do you need from us?"
Josh pulled up a chair close to Anna's and sat down, stating ominously, "You. I want you."
Josh further added, his voice filled with malice, "But now, I think I need you just to kill you."
Anna looked at him with a mixture of defiance and resignation. She whispered, "Then just do it."
Josh loaded his gun and brought it close to Anna's head. Anna closed her eyes, fully expecting the worst. However, to her surprise, Josh moved the gun away and said, "But first, I'll have to transfer you to my place."
He then added, "But I guess that ***tard waiting outside will cause obstacles in my way."
Anna screamed, "You don't deserve to live, you MURDERER."
Scared that Porsche might hear her, Josh hit Anna with his gun, causing her to fall to the ground.
He then lifted Anna by her hair and whispered," You will go out and tell him that you hate him, face to face."
Anna remained quiet and didn't respond. Josh then fiercely held her face with his strong hands and repeated, "Do you understand what I just said?"
Anna, still trembling with fear, nodded in response to Josh's threat.
Josh, while keeping a close eye on Anna, gave her the wipes to clean the blood, ensuring that there were no visible signs of the violence that had just occurred.
Anna, feeling helpless and terrified, slowly made her way to the gate, her every step weighed down by fear. She knew that her every move was being watched by Josh, and any wrong move could lead to Porsche's harm. As she approached the gate, she steeled herself for the painful act she was about to commit to protect the man she cared about.
Porsche quickly stood up as Anna opened the door, his eyes locking onto hers, filled with a mix of confusion and concern. Anna's tear-filled gaze met his, silently pleading for understanding and forgiveness.
She longed to rush into his arms, but the menacing presence of Josh and the unseen threat of the hidden gun kept her trapped in a painful dilemma.
As Porsche stepped closer, Anna instinctively moved back, her actions causing a pang of hurt to course through him. He uttered her name, his voice laced with pain and confusion, but Anna couldn't bring herself to meet his eyes. His request for her to at least look at him hung in the tense air, and she reluctantly raised her gaze.
With a mix of seriousness and bitterness, she spoke, her words cutting deep, "I don't want to be friends with you anymore, so please, just leave."
Porsche's mind was a whirlwind of emotions, struggling to process Anna's words. He stood there, his eyes pleading for understanding, for the connection they had shared.
As he reached out to touch Anna's head, where he noticed she had been hurt, she abruptly shut the door on him, her words echoing with bitterness. She shouted, "I hate you, so please, just leave me alone. I don't want to see you anymore."
Tears welled up in Anna's eyes, her heart heavy with the weight of her words. She cried silently, hoping Porsche wouldn't discern the pain she was feeling.
Porsche sat in his car, a tumultuous storm of emotions raging within him. Hurt, anger, and sadness surged through his veins. He couldn't believe the words he had just heard from Anna. Frustration built up, and he clenched his fist before vehemently punching the steering wheel. His voice was barely more than a whisper as he muttered to himself, "I didn't search for you all these years to let you go so easily."
Porsche started his car and drove away, heading towards Ken's house in a mix of anger, frustration, and sadness. Meanwhile, Josh praised Anna for her convincing act, commending her for her performance. He proceeded to tie her hands, gag her mouth, and blindfold her with a piece of cloth. Anna struggled, but Josh's strength and control kept her restrained.
Josh made a call to one of his men, instructing them to bring a car for transferring Anna. Meanwhile, as Ken opened the door for Porsche, Porsche entered the house without saying a word, his emotions clearly visible. Ken followed Porsche inside, concerned and inquiring about what had happened.
Porsche sat on the couch with an emotionless expression. Ken joined him and continued to express his concern, saying, "Bro, you don't look very well. Please, tell me what's going on." Porsche gazed at Ken, tears welling up in his eyes, and confessed, "I don't know. I think I'm losing my mind."
Ken listened attentively as Porsche shared the harrowing events involving Anna. After Porsche poured out his feelings, Ken tried to offer some advice, saying, "I think you should give her some space for now."
Porsche, who was overwhelmed with grief, responded, "She said she doesn't want to see me. How can I just let her go when I've finally found her after all these years?" He had previously shared the story of his and Anna's past with Ken.
As Porsche was still dealing with the emotional turmoil caused by Anna's words, Ken went to the kitchen and returned with a glass of juice, hoping to provide some comfort.
He then turned on the TV to create a more relaxed atmosphere. However, what appeared on the news was far from comforting.
The news report was about the recent murders in the Sanghi neighborhood, and it mentioned a suspect in his late 20s named Josh, who lived with his grandfather. The report went on to say that the police has started their investigation and his house has been confiscated by the police where he was living with his uncle.
Porsche remained indifferent to the ongoing news report, consumed by his own swirling emotions. The clock showed 8:00 in the morning, reminding him of his work responsibilities. He reluctantly made his way to the mart, but his thoughts were constantly pulled back to Anna and the events of the previous night.
Throughout the day, he couldn't shake his preoccupation with Anna and the hurtful words she had spoken. Determined not to let her slip away, Porsche made a silent vow that he would pursue her, no matter the obstacles. With this determination in his heart, he decided to visit Anna once again after finishing work at 5:00 in the evening.
Porsche's determination to reach Anna's house consumed him completely. He left work at 5:30, not giving any thought to other concerns. His emotions were a whirlwind of fear, worry, and anger, all centered around Anna. He couldn't shake the memory of her moving away from him the previous night.
As he drove recklessly through the streets, his thoughts continued to torment him. He was driving at an incredibly high speed, exceeding 90 mph. His mind was a chaotic mess, replaying moments when he and Anna had grown closer, only for her to shatter his heart with her words.
But in his distracted state, he didn't notice the impending danger. The world around him turned into chaos as his car crashed into....
CRASH ! BANG ! WHACK !
Before they could even discover their true feelings for each other, destiny cruelly pulled them apart.
IS IT THE END? OR IS IT THE BEGINNING?