Shadow of redemption

Mumbai Darshan

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After dinner, Aaravi’s excitement was far from over. She looked at Rakshit with hopeful eyes and suggested,   "Let’s go for a Mumbai Darshan tomorrow! I want to see all the famous places, and it would be great if you came with me." 

Rakshit’s mind immediately went into overdrive. Him? Out in public, with Aaravi? It was dangerous. As the Mafia king, being seen with her could expose her to risks she couldn’t even imagine. He shifted in his seat, his cold demeanor masking the swirl of thoughts inside him.

  Rakshit (with a straight face):    “I have meetings. Tomorrow is busy.”

Aaravi, sensing his reluctance but unaware of the real reason, pouted slightly.

  Aaravi:    “Come on, Rakshit! You can’t say no to a friend. Plus, you need a break. Always working, always so serious! You deserve to enjoy the city too.”

Rakshit narrowed his eyes, trying to remain stern. But her playful tone and the way she insisted were slowly chipping away at his resistance.

  Aaravi (teasing):    “You’re just afraid you won’t know how to relax! You don’t know what it’s like to just enjoy life, do you?”

Rakshit tried to keep up his cold facade but faltered as her words hit home. He did need to step away, even if just for a moment. With a resigned sigh, he finally gave in.

  Rakshit:    “Fine. But don’t expect me to play tourist guide. I’ll arrange everything.”

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The next morning, Rakshit arranged an elaborate plan. He would accompany Aaravi, but he couldn’t risk being recognized. So, he donned a disguise as one of his bodyguards, dressed in a plain black shirt and sunglasses. Aaravi, unaware of the extent of his paranoia, simply thought he was being practical.

Their first stop was the   Gateway of India  , followed by a stroll down   Marine Drive  . Aaravi was ecstatic, pulling Rakshit toward the street vendors and insisting they try local street food. Rakshit, initially reluctant, found himself softening with each moment. The carefree joy on Aaravi’s face was contagious.

  Aaravi (laughing as she hands him a vada pav):    “You can’t say you’ve been to Mumbai unless you’ve eaten street food! Don’t give me that look, just try it!”

Rakshit took the vada pav, his usually cold eyes watching her with amusement.

  Rakshit (smirking):    “You’re relentless, aren’t you? Fine.”

As they ate, they moved on to visit the   Hanging Gardens  , then the iconic   Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus  , blending into the crowd as Rakshit’s men stayed nearby, ensuring their safety without being seen.

But the real joy came when Aaravi dragged Rakshit to   Juhu Beach  . She kicked off her sandals and ran toward the water, laughing like a child. Rakshit stood on the shore, arms crossed, his usual stern look in place, but Aaravi wouldn’t have it.

  Aaravi (waving at him):    “Come on! Don’t be so serious, Rakshit! The water’s amazing!”

He shook his head.

  Rakshit (gruffly):    “I don’t do things like this, Aaravi.”

But her infectious enthusiasm was hard to resist. After more coaxing, Rakshit finally walked into the water. And for the first time in a long time, he felt... free. The cold, ruthless mafia boss let go of his burdens and splashed around with Aaravi, laughing as if he were just a man, not the feared Phantom of Mumbai.

The two of them played in the water, completely lost in the moment. Aaravi’s laughter filled the air, and for Rakshit, it was as if the weight of his world had lifted, even if just for a few hours.

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Later, sitting on the sand, they shared more about their lives. Aaravi opened up about her past, the loss of her biological parents, and how she had been adopted by the Kapoor family. Her voice grew softer as she spoke about them.

  Aaravi (quietly):    “I miss them sometimes. But I’ve been so lucky to have the Kapoors. They love me, and I can’t imagine my life without them.”

Rakshit, listening intently, nodded, but when it came to talking about his own past, he held back. He couldn’t reveal who he truly was—not now.

  Rakshit (gazing at the horizon):    “I had dreams too, once. I wanted to be a mechanical engineer, to create things that would help people. But life doesn’t always go the way we plan.”

Aaravi looked at him, sensing there was more he wasn’t saying.

  Aaravi:    “You don’t have to talk about it if you’re not ready. But know that you can.”

Rakshit’s heart ached. He wanted to tell her everything, but he feared losing her more than anything else.

As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the beach, Rakshit couldn’t help but feel conflicted. Here he was, living a double life—one as the ruthless mafia boss, and the other as a man who was slowly, helplessly falling for the woman beside him.

He glanced at Aaravi, playing in the sand, and thought:
My heart wants to confess everything, 
But the fear is, if she knows, she’ll walk away.
And so, he stayed silent, his heart heavy, but his time with her unforgettable.

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