Siblings who had solace in the presence of each other, get trapped in the web of fate and luck, embark on their saga how they battle through the game of destiny called life, shielding each other from any problem hurled towards them.
This twenty seve...
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Agastya's doubt came to life when the Oberois decided to visit Roshni, he knew they were here with an ulterior motive. In front of the many guards and his family he couldn't talk to their oldest son, Vikrant. He did not wanted to scare his wife and sister further by notifying them of the danger that sprang on his shoulders. They got the much needed privacy when the nurse ousted the strangers out of the room demanding silence for the patient.
He kept a close eye on Vikrant, the moment he found him conversing on a call in a lonely corridor, he walked to him, who quickly ended the call and offered his sole attention to the black suited guy, "Yes sir?" A taunting, sarcastic edge to his voice.
His body language seemed confident, however Agastya didn't make this empire without the art of reading facades and pretences. He was now assured the Oberois were behind the crash, or either Vikrant's feet pointing towards the exit and made him believe. "I appreciate you took you time to come and check on my family."
A grin made its way to Vikrant's face, "Sir, my mother was deeply worried about your sister," He glanced at the elegantly dressed up woman seating with her younger step son in front of the private suites, "The moment we heard, we decided to rush in." He forced a sad smile.
"You heard," Agastya nodded, "How?" His low, firm voice cut through the thick air carrying anxiety and tension.
"Sorry?" Vikrant took a step back, creating a safe distance from the black suited, tall heightened person in front of him.
Agastya cleared his throat, "You heard me at once, Vikrant," Long, lean fingers wrapped around the gun tucked in a holster. Fingers snapped, a guard rushed to him. He handed uniformed team member the weapon. "How the news of my accident and my sister's hospitalisation reached to you?" He repeated his question firmly.
Vikrant loosened his sky blue tie, "My father informed me."
"Didn't you say, you and your father were together in the meeting when the information reached to you?" Agastya questioned.
"Yes," Vikrant ran a hand through his beard, "He-he got a call and I was informed from his end."
"Alright." Agastya patted the shoulder of the blue suited guy, "I do value your mother's presence here however I have to ask you Vikrant, to stay the fuck away from my family." He gave it a pat, pulled back his arm.
Vikrant let out a chuckle, "So, the mighty Agastya Singhania is scared of me?"
Agastya smiled, "Not even in your dreams, Vikrant Oberoi." He took a step towards his rival, "Jo mere saath karwaya gaya hai, woh main bhi karwa sakta hoon, lekin I do not stoop at such immoral practices." Cold tone as froze the other person, he decided to play safe not wanting to create a scene further and perhaps reveal out any sensitive information.
("The attack which was planned for me, I can do the same as well.")
"Jab tak shaq yakeen me nahi badle, tab tak ilzam nahi daalne chahiye, Sir." He pressed a mocking smile.
