Shadow of redemption

Meeting of Rakshit and Aaravi

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Meanwhile, on the second floor, of The Royal Feast Rakshit and his subordinate Raj entered the restaurant through a private passageway and were swiftly led to a secluded room. The space was designed for discretion, with dim lighting and heavy drapes ensuring complete privacy. The moment Rakshit sat down, the intense discussion about the weapons shipment began, his men discussing crucial details about the deal.

But Rakshit’s mind was elsewhere.

Though his face remained expressionless, betraying nothing of the thoughts swirling within, his thoughts were filled with Aaravi—her laughter, her kindness, and the way she carried herself with such grace even in the face of challenges. He could still feel the agitation from the footage he saw of her injured hand, and it gnawed at him.

His gaze wandered for a moment, almost instinctively, toward the ground floor. As his cold eyes scanned the common area, they stopped abruptly. There she was—Aaravi.

She entered the restaurant with her family, looking as radiant as ever, her smile lighting up the space around her. For a moment, everything else disappeared. The sounds of the deal, the tension in the air—it all faded into the background as Rakshit’s gaze locked onto her. She was laughing with her father, carefree, unaware of the dangerous world lurking just a floor above.

His heart stirred, a conflict deep within him, but outwardly, he remained the ruthless mafia boss. His expression stayed cold and indifferent, even as a storm brewed inside him.  Why is she here?  he thought, gripping the armrest of his chair.

Yet, no matter how much his mind screamed to stay focused on business, his eyes couldn't leave Aaravi.

As the minutes ticked by, Rakshit’s frustration grew. The discussion in the private room blurred into meaningless noise, and the closeness of Aaravi gnawed at his composure. Her presence, her smile, even from afar, was like a soothing balm to his heart, and it was driving him mad. He couldn’t bear it any longer. He abruptly stood up and, without explanation, muttered, "I’m not feeling well," before heading out of the room.

Raj, ever loyal, quickly smoothed things over. "Boss hasn’t been well since this morning. Let’s continue the meeting tomorrow at the office," he said, ensuring everyone left on good terms.

Meanwhile, Rakshit made his way to the common hall, unsure of what exactly he intended to do. His cold, calculating demeanor had cracked, and all that filled his mind was the sight of Aaravi. As he approached her table, he stopped short. His gaze fell on her, and he was taken aback by what he saw—a pout on her face, as if she were a little child upset about something trivial. Her lower lip jutted out, and her eyes sparkled with mild frustration, making her look adorably innocent.

Unconsciously, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corners of Rakshit’s usually stoic face. He had never seen this side of her before, and it stirred something unfamiliar within him—a sense of warmth he was unaccustomed to.

Before he could gather his thoughts, Aaravi stood up abruptly, stomped her feet like a child, and walked outside, leaving her family momentarily confused. Rakshit’s instinct drove him to follow her, keeping a careful distance. Outside, he watched as she sat near a flower bed, her lips moving as she muttered something to herself, clearly still annoyed. She looked so small and delicate in that moment, and yet so full of life.