Guardian

-:chapter 27:-

Abhimanyu’s eyes were locked on the two men standing before him: one with a twisted grin of arrogance, the other wearing a mask that obscured his identity.

Abhimanyu smirked, his demeanor as cool as ever. This was exactly what he wanted,both of them here, together.

Sarma leaned in closer, his voice dripping with venom. "Still acting brave, huh? Let’s see how brave you are when we start peeling away that arrogance of yours."

The masked man chuckled darkly. "You’ve caused enough chaos for too long. It’s time someone brought you down. Your reign ends here."

Abhimanyu’s smirk widened, unfazed by their threats. "Two cowards barking in the dark, hiding behind masks and grudges," he said, his voice low but carrying an air of danger. "It’s almost amusing."

The masked man didn’t respond but took a slight step forward, tilting his head as if studying Abhimanyu.

“You talk too much,” the man finally said, his voice cold and distorted through the mask. “Perhaps you’ve forgotten your place.”

“My place?” Abhimanyu’s lips curled into a dangerous smile. “I’ll remind you of mine in just a moment. Let’s start with yours—beneath my boots.”

Sarma growled, stepping closer. "You’re in no position to threaten anyone, Abhimanyu."

Abhimanyu chuckled darkly, the sound devoid of humor.

His gaze sharpened, and he began counting, his tone calm but chilling.

“One.”

Sarma stiffened, glancing nervously at the masked man.

“Two.”

The man exchanged a glance with Sarma, uncertainty flickering in his stance.

“Three.”

Suddenly, distant explosions tore through the night air. The ground trembled slightly, and the faint roar of flames could be heard outside the warehouse. Sarma and the masked man spun toward the noise, panic flashing across their faces.

Abhimanyu smirked, leaning back in the chair with an unsettling calm. "You enjoy doing blasts, right? Now enjoy this."

"What the hell was that?" Sarma shouted, his voice breaking.

“Just a little fireworks to warm up,” Abhimanyu replied, his smirk never faltering.

Before either man could react, the metal door to the warehouse slammed open with a loud crash. Aditya strode in, his gun drawn, eyes blazing with fury. Behind him, several armed men entered, their weapons trained on Sarma and the masked man.

Aditya didn’t hesitate. He fired a warning shot into the air, making both men freeze. "Didn’t anyone teach you not to mess with my best friend?" he growled, his voice dripping with menace.

Chaos erupted as Aditya’s men moved in. Sarma tried to resist, throwing a punch at one of them, but he was swiftly overpowered. The masked man attempted to flee, but Aditya aimed his gun at him.

“Don’t even think about it,” Aditya snarled.

Aditya didn’t waste time. He strode over to Abhimanyu, his expression shifting from rage to concern. With practiced hands, Aditya cut through the ropes binding Abhimanyu’s wrists.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice a mixture of concern and frustration.

Abhimanyu flexed his wrists and stood up slowly, his predatory aura fully intact. "I’m fine. You should’ve come sooner, though. They were starting to bore me."