Guardian

-:prologue:-

The sound of leather cracking through the air echoed through the small room, followed by the muffled cries of a young boy. He was curled up on the floor, trying to shield himself from the blows of the belt that kept raining down on him. The man wielding it, was relentless, his face twisted with anger.

"Please, stop! I'm sorry! Age se aisa nahi hoga, sir please" the boy sobbed, his voice trembling with fear and pain. But the man's eyes were cold, and his hand showed no mercy as he continued to beat the boy.

Just then, the shrill ring of the doorbell pierced through the room.

The man paused, his chest heaving with heavy breaths, and shot a glance towards the door. The boy seized this moment, scrambling to his feet and dashing to his room, tears streaming down his face.

That man tightened his grip on the belt, his knuckles white with tension, and made his way to the door. As he opened it, he was met with a sight that drained the color from his face.

Standing before him was Abhimanyu Singh Rajput, a man whose reputation preceded him. His  eyes cold and piercing, radiating an aura that sent a shiver down his spine. His mere presence was enough to freeze the air around them.

Behind Abhimanyu stood a group of people, but it was clear that it was one man among them who made the his heart race with terror. His legs trembled as he recognized the person-a powerful figure who could ruin him with a single word.

"Well, aren't you going to welcome your boss, Sarma?" Abhimanyu's voice was low, laced with dark humor.

Sarma's throat went dry. He stumbled over his words, trying to find something to say, but his mind was blank. The weight of Abhimanyu's gaze bore down on him, and he felt as if the ground might give way beneath his feet.

"I... I didn't expect you, sir..." Sarma finally managed to stammer, his voice shaky.

Abhimanyu took a step forward, his eyes never leaving Sarma's. "Didn't expect me? Or didn't expect to get caught?"

Sarma's breath hitched, and he could feel sweat trickling down his back. The people behind Abhimanyu remained silent, their expressions unreadable, but the collective force of their presence was suffocating.

"You see, Sarma, every action has an equal and opposite reaction'' Abhimanyu said and
Sarma could feel his legs weakening. He knew that whatever happened next, his life would never be the same.

Abhimanyu entered the house as if he owned it.He moved with the confidence of a king taking his throne, and his men trailed behind him, their presence solidifying the gravity of the moment.

Sarma's eyes widened in terror, his pulse racing as Abhimanyu settled onto the sofa, his posture relaxed yet commanding.

"Want to say something, Sarma?"

"I didn't do anything, boss!" Sarma's voice trembled, his fear evident as he tried to defend himself. Before Sarma could utter another word, a deafening crack echoed through the room.

Abhimanyu had drawn his gun and fired a bullet straight into Sarma's leg with cold precision.

The man collapsed to the floor, clutching his bleeding leg, screaming in agony.