Jaipur, Singh Enterprises
Armaan Singh's cabin
"Deploy our team discreetly," he ordered. "Outskirts, minimal visibility."
Within minutes, elite guards converged on Singh mansion's periphery.
Armaan alerted the mansion's security. "Enhance surveillance. Potential threat incoming."
Texting Harshith: "Situation under control. Discreet measures in place. Keep Agastya and Meera safe."
Harshith responded: "Already informed Agastya. Thanks, Armaan."
Armaan's focus never wavered. Protecting mansion's occupants was paramount.
Armaan's phone buzzed again.
An hour passed
"Sir, Achintya's men retreated," the lead reported.
Armaan chuckled. "Anticipated move."
To Harshith, he texted: "Achintya's men retreated. Likely heading to our office."
Harshith responded: "Alerting our team. Thanks."
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Meanwhile, at Rajkunj:
Meera yawned. "I'm exhausted. Skipping dinner, going to bed."
Agastya protested. "You need to eat."
Meera persisted. "I'll have breakfast."
Agastya relented. "Thik hai, sirf Aaj ke liye."
(Fine, only for today)
Harshith bid them goodnight. As Meera slept, Agastya watched over her.
Once she was completely asleep, Agastya joined Harshith in the dining area.
"Tu itna khata hai, phir bhi tu unn pregnant uncles ki tarah kyu nahi bana?," Agastya teased.
(You eat so much, and yet how do you not look like those pregnant uncles?)
Harshith scowled. "I may eat, but I work out, brother."
Agastya chuckled, then turned serious. "Updates?"
Harshith's expression shifted. "Armaan's team secured the perimeter. Achintya's men retreated."
Agastya's eyes narrowed. "They'll regroup. Keep vigilance high."
Harshith nodded. "Already informed our guards."
Agastya's phone buzzed.
Armaan's text flashed: "Achintya's men spotted near Singh Enterprises. Our team ready."
Agastya's jaw clenched.
Armaan scrutinized the CCTV footage. Achintya's men approached, but instead of attacking, their leader conversed with a guard. Curiosity piqued, Armaan received a call.
"Sir, Achintya's man requests to speak with Agastya Sir," the lead guard reported.
Armaan's eyebrows rose. "What?"
He headed to the scene, intrigued. "Kyu?," Armaan demanded.
(Why?)
The man pleaded, "Please, sir... I must speak with Agastya Singh."
Armaan's instincts hinted at deception, yet... He dialed Agastya's number.
"Bhaiya, Achintya's man wants to talk to you," Armaan said.
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