Shadow of redemption

morning

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Morning light streamed through the large windows of Rakshit’s penthouse, casting a golden glow across the pristine space. In the corner of his private gym, he was already deep into his morning routine, every movement calculated, powerful, and intense.

With each pull-up, his muscles tensed and flexed, beads of sweat tracing down his forehead and neck. His breathing was steady, controlled, as he transitioned from one exercise to the next, his focus sharp. He alternated between heavy weights and bodyweight exercises, pushing himself with a quiet ferocity. This was his sanctuary, his way of channeling the aggression that simmered within him. The rhythmic pounding of his fists against the heavy bag punctuated the silence, each punch precise and calculated, mirroring the control he held over his world.

Finally, satisfied with his session, he grabbed a towel, wiping away the sweat as he headed toward the kitchen.

Rakshit wasn’t one for elaborate breakfasts; he appreciated simplicity. He moved with practiced ease, reaching for ingredients to make a quick omelet. In minutes, he cracked a couple of eggs, adding a pinch of salt and some freshly chopped vegetables. The sizzle as he poured the mixture into the pan filled the air with a comforting warmth. He moved with practiced efficiency, his movements quick and deliberate.

Sliding the golden omelet onto a plate, he added a side of toast and poured a glass of fresh juice. Breakfast was ready in no time, simple yet satisfying. Sitting down at his dining table, he was just about to take his first bite when his phone buzzed.

He glanced down, his face softening ever so slightly as he saw Aaravi’s name on the screen.

Aaravi: "Just reached the hospital, Rakshit. I’m running late, so I’m heading straight to the OT for back-to-back surgeries. And please, don’t just have a snack – eat a proper breakfast today!”

A small smile tugged at his lips, one he rarely allowed himself. It was just like her to remind him, even when she was racing against time herself. For a moment, he could picture her rushing into the hospital, the determined look on her face, already focused on saving lives. She’d had such a long night, yet her thoughts still lingered on him.

Without hesitation, he picked up his phone and typed a quick reply.

Rakshit: “I’m having breakfast, Dr. Aaravi. Just finished an omelet, per your orders. Now go save lives and don’t worry about me.”

As he put down his phone, he found himself savoring the food a bit more than usual, her message echoing in his mind. She had her own world of responsibility, yet here she was, caring enough to remind him about something as simple as breakfast. It wasn’t just concern—it was a kind of warmth he had almost forgotten existed in his world.

And in that quiet morning, surrounded by the golden light and the lingering energy of his workout, Rakshit felt a rare, peaceful contentment settle over him.

After breakfast, Rakshit retreated to his study, a sanctuary of power and precision. The room, bathed in muted tones, was lined with shelves of rare books and meticulously arranged files. A polished mahogany desk dominated the space, its surface gleaming with a hint of menace. Moments later, Raj entered, his expression grim as he placed a thick dossier on the desk.

“Here’s the full intelligence on the Rajput and Shekhawat families,” Raj began, opening the file.

Rajput Family Overview

The Rajput family, Rajasthan's most illustrious dynasty, controlled international enterprises spanning luxury hotels, jewelry, and real estate. Led by Rana Veer Rajput, an aging patriarch, the family was rooted in tradition yet struggling under the weight of recent tragedies. The brutal attack had left Kunwar Amar Rajput’s wife in a coma and paralyzed Amar emotionally. The family now leaned on Kunwar Suraj Rajput, a calm and strategic businessman, to maintain their empire. Yet, cracks showed: emotional vulnerability and reduced strength made them susceptible to threats.