Bonded Forever

VAIBHAV

Happiest birthday,  Geetha❤️🫂✨! 

I wanted to start this story on a special day, and your birthday seemed perfect. So here it is, finally. You're the only one person who always prefers to listen to my stories rather than read them, and that means the world to me. I treasure those moments when we would walk through the hostel corridors late at night, and I'd explain everything I'd written. Those nights, with just the two of us talking about my stories, are some of the best memories I have with you. Thank you for always being there to listen—it makes the storytelling so much more special. HOPE YOU HAVE BETTER & BRIGHT FUTURE💫

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The room was completely dark, with no light coming in from anywhere. The silence was heavy, almost as if the air itself was still and holding its breath. Suddenly, the door creaked open, breaking the stillness. A tall figure, about six feet tall with a muscular, well structured body, entered the room.

 Behind him were two other men. One of them quickly turned on the light, flooding the room with a harsh, cold brightness. The other man pulled a chair forward, setting it in front of the unconscious person who was tied up with thick ropes. The man's head hung limply, showing no signs of waking up, as the three figures stood over him in the now brightly lit room.

"Wake him up," the man commanded in a deep, authoritative voice. Without hesitation, one of the men left the room and returned moments later, carrying a heavy metal bucket filled with water.

 He walked over to the unconscious man, still tied to the chair, and with a swift motion, he poured the cold water over him. The water splashed violently against the man's face and chest, soaking him completely. 

He gasped for air, jolting awake with a shudder, his eyes blinking rapidly as he tried to make sense of his surroundings. Confused and shivering, he glanced up, meeting the hard, unfeeling gaze of the man who had ordered his awakening.

His eyes widened in shock as he saw the man sitting across from him. Panic washed over him, and he began to plead desperately, his voice trembling. "Please, don't kill me. Please, don't hurt me. I have a family to take care of. Please, sir, let me go," he begged, his hands shaking.

The man sitting before him let out a chilling laugh, his eyes cold and unforgiving. "Hahaha," he sneered, leaning forward slightly. "It's too late for begging. You should've thought about the consequences before crossing Vaibhav Singhania." Vaibhav's voice turned dark as he emphasized his name, dripping with menace. 

(Vaibhav is a man who commands respect and fear in equal measure. With a tall, imposing figure and sharp, calculating eyes, he exudes an air of control wherever he goes. He is ruthless, willing to cross any line to get what he wants, and his dark, menacing tone often leaves others uneasy. Known for his sharp intellect and unforgiving nature, Vaibhav thrives in the underworld of power and violence. He is fiercely loyal to those he considers allies, but even they know his trust is fragile, and his patience limited. Every move he makes is calculated, and beneath his calm exterior lies a dangerous edge, ready to strike at any moment.)

Without a moment's hesitation, he pulled the trigger, shooting the man in the leg with a swift, practiced motion.

"Aaah!" the man screamed in agony, clutching his leg as blood began to pour from the wound, his face contorted in pain.

"Now, tell me who your damn boss is," Vaibhav demanded, crossing one leg over the other, his voice cold and commanding. The man remained silent, staring at the floor. "Don't make me repeat myself," Vaibhav warned, his tone laced with menace. But still, the man didn't respond.

Without a second thought, Vaibhav cocked his gun and began firing, unloading bullet after bullet into the man's body. Suddenly, a voice rang out from behind him, "Vaibhav, stop!"

Vaibhav paused mid-shot, turning to see Dev Khurana walking up to him. Dev stood beside Vaibhav, his expression stern. "He's the only lead we have. How else are we going to find out who's behind all this?" Dev said, his voice low but firm.

Vaibhav nodded, getting to his feet swiftly, his movements sharp and controlled. Grabbing the man's hair, he yanked his head back, forcing him to look up. "I'll let you live, but only if you say his name," Vaibhav hissed, pressing the gun into the man's mouth.

As Vaibhav's finger hovered over the trigger, the man, trembling and desperate, finally stammered, "Vee... Veer Raichand."

A twisted smirk spread across Vaibhav's face as the name left the man's lips. Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger, silencing him for good.

Dev and Vaibhav exchanged dark, satisfied smirks, their eyes gleaming with a dangerous understanding.

"Veer Raichand," Vaibhav muttered darkly, his tone dripping with menace. He let the name hang in the air for a moment before shifting his focus. "Anyway, thank you, Mr. Khurana, for your help," he said, his voice returning to a more controlled, yet still cold, tone.

"You're welcome, Mr. Singhania," Dev replied with a nod. The two men walked out of the dim room and made their way to Vaibhav's office cabin. Once inside, they sat down and began discussing their rivals, trading sharp words about their next moves.

As the conversation reached its end, Dev leaned back in his chair and smiled. "Well, tomorrow is my first wedding anniversary. There's a party, and I don't want you to miss it. Bring your family along," he invited warmly.

"Of course, we'll be there," Vaibhav replied with a brief smile.

With that, Dev stood up, gave a firm handshake, and left Singhania's office, leaving Vaibhav alone with his thoughts.

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