To the outside world, the Raghuvanshi family appeared as the epitome of perfection. They seemed happy, content, and the envy of many, with their close-knit bond and comfortable lifestyle. But behind the closed doors of their home, a very different r...
In the dim, grand study of Rajveer's ancestral mansion, the weight of the room itself seemed to mirror the gravity of their conversation. Rich, dark wood panels lined the walls, and shelves overflowing with leather-bound books surrounded them. The air was dense with the earthy scent of burning tobacco and the sharp aroma of whiskey. The soft crackling of the fire in the large stone hearth filled the silence between them, as Sachin leaned back in the high-backed armchair, his eyes narrowing in contemplation.
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He had been waiting for an update, something definitive, something that would confirm what they both expected. Finally, unable to hold his curiosity any longer, Sachin broke the silence.
"Toh" he began, his voice steady but carrying an edge of anticipation.
"you caught him, didn’t you? What exactly did he say?"
Rajveer, seated across from him, his sharp features half-illuminated by the flickering firelight, looked into his glass for a moment as if replaying the events in his mind. He wasn’t one to express frustration easily, yet his tone hinted at something close to it.
"He ran off"
Rajveer finally said, his voice carrying an uncharacteristic weight.
"Slipped through before I could get a word out of him."
Sachin’s fingers tightened around the armrest, his expression immediately shifting from calm inquiry to disbelief.
"Ran off?"
he repeated, leaning forward slightly, as if he hadn’t quite understood.
"Are you telling me he escaped? From your trap?"
It was unthinkable. Sachin had known Rajveer Raghuvanshi for years, and if there was one thing everyone understood about him, it was that no one escaped his meticulous schemes. The man was a master strategist, always several steps ahead of anyone in his way. And yet, here he was, admitting that someone had managed to slip through his grasp. The revelation left Sachin stunned, his mind reeling at the impossibility of it all.
"How could anyone escape you?"
Sachin asked again, his voice barely concealing his astonishment. It was a question as much for himself as for Rajveer. How could anyone possibly outrun the snare of Rajveer Raghuvanshi, a man feared for his precision and ruthless efficiency?
Rajveer’s silence spoke volumes. The fire crackled on, but Sachin could feel the weight of the words hanging in the air between them. This was no ordinary situation, and whoever had managed this escape had clearly underestimated the storm that would soon follow.
"Mai itna careless kaise ho sakta hu I'm so irresponsible"
"No baccha don't let this out like this"
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Ayan had been staring at his phone for the past 14 minutes, his thumb hovering over the call button as his mind raced. His heart was heavy, frustration building up inside him. He couldn't shake the discomfort that gnawed at him, but for some reason, he hesitated.
"Why the hell am I thinking so much about this?" he muttered under his breath, feeling a surge of irritation.
Finally, with a deep breath, he hit the call button. The phone rang for only a moment before Ishani picked up on the other end. Ayan opened his mouth to speak, but the first thing he heard was a soft, almost inaudible sob. Concern immediately washed over him.
"Tum theek ho na?" he asked, his voice gentle but tense. There was a brief pause before Ishani responded, her voice low and distant.
"Haan, mujhe kya hona hai? Ok bye, I’m busy," she said, her tone flat and emotionless.
But Ayan could hear the strain beneath her words, the fragility in her voice that told him something was wrong. Before he could respond, she abruptly ended the conversation. Or so she thought.
Ayan, however, hadn't hung up. He remained on the line, his breath held, as if he knew there was more to come. Moments later, he heard it—a stifled sob, followed by a broken whisper.
"Oh God, how could he leave like this?" Ishani’s voice cracked as she let out a cry. Ayan’s heart clenched as he listened, his chest tightening with each word. She was in pain. But it wasn’t his name that escaped her lips.
"Siddharth…" she sobbed softly, the name hanging in the air like a dagger.
Ayan’s world seemed to tilt. His hands gripped the phone tightly as anger flared up inside him, his blood boiling at the sound of another man's name. How dare she? Who the hell was Siddharth? Was he just another one of her traps? His mind raced, filled with anger and betrayal.
'Kaun hai yeh Siddharth? Ab kis bakre ko yah ladki fasa rahi hai?' Ayan thought bitterly, his fury growing with each second. The idea that she was crying over someone else, someone who had clearly walked away, made his insides burn with rage.
Without a second thought, Ayan slammed the phone down and stormed out of his office, his mind set on confronting her. His emotions were spiraling out of control as he drove toward her house, fists clenched around the steering wheel. He couldn’t believe what he had just heard. How dare she cry over another man while talking to him? His mind was a whirlwind of anger and hurt, and all he wanted now was answers—face to face.
As he sped through the streets, his thoughts raced even faster. The Ayan who had been quietly hesitating just minutes ago was gone, replaced by a man consumed by fury, a man who wouldn’t rest until he knew the truth.
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