𝐀𝐧𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚 : 𝐸𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠

~🥀 Silent Plans 🥀~

SUNDAY  DHAMAKA

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The sun had barely risen when Anubhav arrived in his office the next morning. His mind was still sharp, the events of the previous night replaying in his head as he sat behind his massive wooden desk. The thick, velvet curtains remained drawn, shrouding the room in shadows, matching his mood. The weight of his responsibilities and the threat against Haseena seemed to hang heavily in the air.

Just as he leaned back in his chair, the door to his office creaked open, and Rajveer stepped in. His expression was serious, his usual calm demeanor replaced by an edge of urgency. In his hand, he held a file—one that Anubhav knew would carry grim news.

“Rana sa,” Rajveer began, his voice low, “humne mole ko pakad liya hai. Aur investigation se humein jo khabar mili hai, woh humein dushman ke dimaag tak le jaati hai.”

Anubhav's eyes narrowed. He gestured for Rajveer to continue.

“The mole was from our cyber department. Humne usse khub torture kiya, and during the interrogation, we found out that he had already informed the enemy about everything,” Rajveer said, his voice cold but matter-of-fact. “Madam Malik ki safety, aapki har ek move, even your... stalking habits. Yeh sab woh apne boss tak pahucha chuka tha.”

Anubhav's hand clenched into a fist on the desk. His thoughts flashed to the previous night when he had first learned of the betrayal. The mole—someone within his own kingdom—had sold him out, compromised his every move, and worse, endangered Haseena. His entire being trembled with a quiet, simmering rage because it's not about politics its about her, but his exterior remained as controlled as ever.

Rajveer hesitated for a moment before continuing, “ Hame shak h ki  Malik Madam ki location tak unke pass h. Or ye samajhna mushkil nahi h ki abhi sabse bara threat madam ko hi h”

Anubhav remained silent for a few moments, his mind turning over the information. His gaze locked on the file in Rajveer's hand, as if it contained the answers to all the questions he had. Haseena was at risk, and that was something he could not and would not tolerate.

“Tumhe yeh mole kahaan mil gaya tha? Kahan rakha tha?” Anubhav asked, his voice steady, though the fire within him was undeniable.

“He was hiding out in one of our safe houses near the outskirts of the city, Rana sa,” Rajveer responded, his expression grim.

Rajveer's phone buzzed, cutting through the tense silence in the room. He glanced at the screen briefly before answering the call, his eyes never leaving Anubhav. He spoke in low, urgent tones, the conversation swift and to the point. After a moment, he ended the call and turned to face Anubhav once again, his expression now darker than before.

“Rana sa,” Rajveer began, his voice low, laced with a hint of disbelief. “The enemy... we’ve traced them back to none other than the royal family of Qamaristan. Their king, Sultan Zahir al-Din, has been our rival for years. It’s them who are behind this.”

Anubhav’s jaw tightened as the name sank in. Sultan Zahir al-Din—the king of a powerful neighboring kingdom. He was known for his ruthlessness and cunning, but what caught Anubhav’s attention most was his ambition. Zahir had always been a threat, lurking in the background, but to think that he was now involved in this... this betrayal was something entirely different.

Anubhav’s mind was already working, piecing the puzzle together. He had always been one step ahead of his enemies, but this—this was more than a mere political maneuver. It was personal, and if Zahir was involved, things were about to get more complicated than ever.

Anubhav’s mind raced, the pieces of the puzzle clicking together with a chilling certainty. If Zahir knew about Haseena—if he knew she was in danger—then he wouldn’t hesitate to use her as leverage.

Rajveer paused, as if weighing the next words carefully. “But there’s more, Rana sa. Sultan Zahir’s influence runs deep. He may not be more dangerous than you, but he is certainly a threat when it comes to Malik Madam’s safety.”

Anubhav’s grip on the desk tightened, his gaze burning with determination. Zahir had made a critical mistake by involving Haseena. Anubhav’s obsession with her had already crossed dangerous lines, but now, with his enemies threatening her, something in him snapped.

He took a deep breath, steadying himself. “Prepare everything,” Anubhav said, his voice low but filled with deadly calm.

“ I  will never allow anyone to play with what is mine. This is no longer just about business  and political enmity... it’s about what belongs to me.”

Rajveer nodded, sensing the shift in Anubhav’s tone. He knew his master well enough to understand that once the king’s focus was set, no one stood in his way. “Understood, Rana sa.”

Anubhav turned toward the window, his gaze hardening. He had already decided. The move to protect Haseena, to eliminate the threat from Sultan Zahir, would begin with the one thing he could control completely.

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Kaisa laga ye SUNDAY DHAMAKA part.. I know utna achaa nahi tha.. but sabr ka fal meetha hota h..😉

Mere haath apne apne aap publish button ki taraf chale gaye.. just because those who genuinely respect and love my book.. this was for them..

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