Shadow of redemption

ATTACK

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Amid the bustling Delhi Airport, the world quieted as Aaravi handed Rakshit a small bag filled with snacks she had carefully packed. Her voice was firm yet tender, “No alcohol, no stress, and eat properly. Promise me you’ll take care of yourself.”

Rakshit’s heart swelled. For a man used to shadows, her care felt like sunlight. Holding the bag, he replied with a soft smile, “Yes, my queen. Your orders will be followed.”

But his possessive side surfaced. Taking her hand, his tone deepened. “No male doctors or colleagues getting too close. Eat before every surgery. If I find out otherwise, I’ll return immediately.”

Aaravi chuckled, her love evident. “You worry too much. I promise to take care of myself, but you must keep your word too,” she said, brushing his cheek.

As his departure neared, Rakshit’s reluctance grew. He pulled her into a tight embrace, whispering, “Take care of yourself, Aaravi. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Aaravi rested against his chest. “I’ll miss you, Rakshit, but we’ll be okay. We’ll see each other soon.”

Their final glance held unspoken promises as Rakshit boarded his jet, leaving Aaravi counting the days until their reunion.

As Rakshit’s private jet touched down in Mumbai, his thoughts lingered on the warmth of Aaravi's embrace and their bittersweet goodbye. But as he stepped onto the tarmac, something felt off. Mumbai’s familiar skyline looked unsettling today, charged with a strange tension.

Suddenly, a flash of metal caught his eye. Instinctively, Rakshit noticed unfamiliar men moving in the shadows, slipping into formation. They weren’t his men. His hand went to his gun just as bullets whizzed through the air, grazing the jet's staircase. He ducked behind the landing gear, heart pounding, scanning the area. This was a planned hit, and whoever set it up knew he’d be vulnerable, alone.

Quickly, Rakshit took cover behind a nearby pillar as more shots sliced past. The attackers moved with a precise, ruthless efficiency, closing in from all sides. He cursed under his breath; he had come alone to avoid attention, and Raj wasn’t here yet.

Rakshit fired, taking down two men to his right, but more were already flanking him from the opposite side. With calm precision, he took another shot, hitting an attacker in an SUV. But they kept coming. Suddenly, a grenade came hurling toward him, exploding with a blast that sent him diving behind a stack of crates just in time.

Then, through the chaos, he heard one of the attackers shout in a thick Rajasthani accent. *Rajasthan?* The thought only fueled his anger. Somebody from Rajasthan had dared to come for him—on his home ground.

As he ran low on ammo, Rakshit grabbed a weapon from a fallen attacker and fired back with renewed intensity, determined to outlast this ambush. Just then, he heard familiar voices. Raj had arrived with his men, charging in to push back the attackers.

With the fight now turning, Rakshit grabbed one of the men by his collar, pressing his gun to the man’s head. "Who sent you?" he demanded, his voice cold and steely.

The attacker stammered, “A… boss from Rajasthan. I swear I don’t know more, just orders!”

Rakshit’s gaze hardened, but he released the man, letting him stumble away. As the remaining attackers either fell or fled, silence settled back over the tarmac.

Raj approached, concerned. “Boss, Rajasthan? That’s unusual.”

Rakshit wiped blood from his cheek, his expression dark. "Yes, it is. But whoever thought they could cross me will soon find out that I settle all scores.”

For now, he’d return to his base and start piecing together the clue. This ambush had crossed a line, and he would find those who are responsible. His enemies whoever they were, were about to learn the price of challanging Rakshit.

Rakshit’s car pulled up to his base, a secluded yet highly secured warehouse on the outskirts of Mumbai. The moment he stepped out, the air itself seemed to shift, becoming thick with tension. His men, already standing at attention, instinctively straightened up, exchanging quick, wary glances. The respect he commanded was undeniable, but so was the fear—Rakshit’s wrath was something none of them wanted to face.

Clad in his dark suit, his presence was an intense mix of authority and danger. Rakshit’s piercing gaze swept over his men, who immediately stepped back, clearing a path for him. His expression was stone-cold, a silent warning that he wasn’t in the mood for excuses. He stormed into the base, his movements swift and calculated, as though every step was a reminder of the power he wielded.

Raj, his trusted right-hand man, was already waiting inside with a grim expression. The moment Rakshit entered, Raj lowered his head slightly in respect, knowing full well the storm brewing within his boss. Rakshit didn’t waste time with pleasantries.

“Raj,” his voice was low, cold, and brimming with authority. “I want every piece of information on the man behind that attack. Start with Rajasthan. Contact every single one of our sources there and find out who dared to target me.”

Raj nodded, sensing the urgency. “Already on it, Boss. I’ll make sure we get a full profile on whoever’s behind this.”

Rakshit’s eyes darkened as he continued, “Good. And I don’t care what it costs. Double the pay if needed. But I want this done within twenty-four hours.” His voice had an edge that left no room for negotiation.

As Raj hurried off to make the calls, Rakshit walked toward the control room, where a group of his subordinates stood in silence, working intently under his watchful gaze. Each of them knew that a single mistake today would not go unnoticed. The whispers of his reputation were alive within these walls, and his men worked with a rare precision, knowing what was at stake.

Rakshit leaned over one of the screens, watching as surveillance footage of recent contacts in Rajasthan popped up. He could see the faint Rajasthani insignias on the attackers’ vehicles, which only fueled his determination. The men around him held their breath, sensing his intensity, careful not to even clear their throats. One of the newer recruits broke into a sweat, nervously shifting his weight. Rakshit caught his movement and shot him a sharp glance, which froze the man in his tracks.

“Focus,” he barked, his voice echoing through the room like a whip. His men responded immediately, their eyes glued to their tasks, fingers working faster on the keyboards.

Raj soon returned, relaying updates. “Boss, our contact in Rajasthan has confirmed that there’s been talk of a new player. He’s been operating quietly, but we’re piecing together his network.”

Rakshit’s eyes narrowed. “Make sure they understand. I don’t want guesses—I want names. Locations. Associates. They have until morning.”

As Raj nodded, Rakshit turned to his men, his voice steady and unyielding. “Prepare a team. If they don’t give us what we need, I’ll take the answers myself.”

The room felt charged, his men moving swiftly, knowing that whatever Rakshit was planning, it would be fierce and unforgiving. This wasn’t just a hunt—it was a declaration. Whoever had dared to challenge him would soon realize they had stepped into a world where Rakshit’s power was absolute.

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