Aarti was a woman possessed...she was angry and she was completely focused in her anger to first rescue her husband and then her baby from the clutches of the she-Devil. She was the chandi-roop of matarani in those brief minutes...an avatar seeing which even Ishita became scared for the first time.
But Yash...what about him? The moment he sat up on the bed, one could see him go through a gamut of emotions...shock, disgust, and self-loathing at the situation he had let himself into. He didn't turn to Aarti initially. He was understandably disoriented and appalled at the horrible experience he had just had. It took him time to realize what a close shave he had just had. The first thing he asked was about the name of the orphanage. He started regaining his courage as Aarti walked him to the door. Her touch cleansed him off the violated feeling of disgust...which turned to anger toward the vile woman who dared desecrate his soul with her filthy touch and intentions. The anger turned to rage when he saw the woman trying to fatally attack his wife...that's when all the emotional upheaval of the past minutes came together in one moment of fury and he slapped Ishita for daring to immobilize him and taking advantage of his helplessness and for trying to kill Aarti. It was then that he realized how he was about to lose his everything in one stroke...his honor and his wife. All because of his misjudgment. So when he finally followed his wife to the parking lot, the violator was far from his mind. All he saw was his Aartiji...the woman he loved from the core of his being...the woman who once again brought them back from the point of no return...the woman he could have so easily lost today...All the love he felt for her came rushing in and he just gathered her to himself...in love, in relief, in happiness!!!