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H𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬

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H𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐬. 𝐒𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡à𝐭 𝐦à𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐮𝐬,𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝.
𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 ñ𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨.

~ 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐮𝐯à𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢


As the chaos swirled around the Raghuvanshi mansion, I stood firmly in front of the officers, exuding an air of confidence. I dismissed my bua with a determined expression, assuring her that I was capable of handling everything on my own. She was unsure of my abilities, so I put on my toughest poker face and persuaded her to leave with her drama-loving husband. Yuvika Bhabhi, with a furrowed brow, observed the scene with a hint of familiarity. I Being a lawyer, she knew not to question my actions. I gestured to her, silently urging her to call my elder brother. Her interest piqued, she hurried off to get him.

"So, what brings you here, Officer Rane?"

I questioned, my eyes scanning the name embroidered on his sleeves. With a welcoming gesture, I extended my hand, inviting him into the grandeur of our mansion. The officer straightened, a polite smile gracing his lips.

"Unfortunately, Mr Raghuvanshi, I'm here for your youngest brother, Mr. Rivaan Raghuvanshi," he uttered, his words casting a shadow over the room. A furrow formed on my brow as he mentioned my brother's name, a mix of concern and curiosity clouding my thoughts. The sound of polished shoes clicking against the marble floor resonated through the air, announcing the arrival of my elder brother. With his commanding presence, the officer instinctively stood up, his posture becoming rigid.

It was a sight to behold, witnessing how my brother effortlessly commanded authority. In the ruthless world of buisness, he was held in high regard as a god, his mere existence enough to chill everyone in his vicinity.

"What's the matter with my brother, Officer? " he asked, a tinge of worry creeping into his voice. Viraj bhai, my elder brother, interjected, his tone softening as he mentioned Rivaan's name. The officer remained silent, his expression serious. Suddenly, he pulled out his phone and played CCTV footage in front of us. The room fell into a tense silence as we watched the video unfold. My brother's fingers clenched tightly by his side, revealing his growing anger.

" Where is he? " He questioned as I looked coldly at him.

" He came and went as soon as possible" I informed.

In a fit of rage, my brother's anger erupted, causing me to hastily retrieve my phone from the back pocket and dial Rivaan's number. The phone rang incessantly, each unanswered call fueling my growing concern. I dialed again and again, until finally, on the sixth attempt, he picked up. Before I could utter a single word, my brother snatched the phone from my grasp, his grip tight and menacing.

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