Shadow of redemption

Breaking point

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For the first time in weeks, Rakshit slept through the night, the medication quieting his storm. But when he woke up to an empty house, panic consumed him. "Aaravi!" he called out, his voice echoing. Her absence fanned his worst fears. In a frenzy, he swept objects off the table, shattering a vase. His breathing grew ragged as his mind raced with scenarios of danger.

Raj's call confirmed Aaravi was at the hospital construction site. Rakshit drove there at breakneck speed, his dark, intimidating aura returning. He spotted Aaravi, calmly directing workers, oblivious to his turmoil.

"What are you doing here?" he barked, grabbing her wrist harshly. Startled and hurt, Aaravi winced. "Rakshit, I-"

"Didn't I tell you never to leave without telling me?" he roared, dragging her to the car. Raj intervened, stepping between them. "Bhai, she's fine!"

But Rakshit shoved him aside, his voice like ice. "Stay out of this, Raj."

Once home, Rakshit locked Aaravi in the bedroom, pacing outside like a caged animal. Hours later, his rage gave way to guilt. He unlocked the door, finding Aaravi tending to her bruised wrist.

"Meri mohabbat ban gayi meri kamzori,
Iss dard bhare dil ki ban gayi majboori.
Uske hasne ke pal ko chhupa diya andheron ne,
Aur maine khud hi uske dukh ke darwaze khole."

Kneeling before her, Rakshit whispered, "I hurt you. Again. I'm sorry."

Aaravi placed her hand on his. "Rakshit, love is about patience. I see you in pain even when you are trying hard to hide it. Your pain is bigger than your anger. Let me help you."

Her calmness disarmed him, her love beginning to mend the cracks in his soul. He vowed to protect her without suffocating her. He allowed Aaravi to bandage his wound and his soul. He understand that his angry and anxiety both are destroying him and his queen too.

Rakshit sat in his dimly lit office, his mind calculating each move like a chessboard master. The Rajput family was the key-Rajshekhar's primary supporters. He knew cutting off their alliance would leave Rajshekhar vulnerable, forcing him out of hiding.

Raj entered the room, carefully placing a dossier on the table. "The Rajput family owes us a favor. That consignment we secured for them last year-it's our leverage."

Rakshit's dark eyes glimmered with purpose. "We'll use their greed against them. Rajshekhar thrives on their resources. Once the Rajputs retract their support, he'll have no choice but to show himself."

Raj nodded, understanding his boss's brilliance. The plan was ruthless and effective.

Rakshit stood by the large windows of his apartment, his phone in hand. The shimmering city lights were no distraction from the war brewing in his mind. He dialed Rana Veer Rajput, the formidable head of the Rajput family, and initiated a video call.

"Rana sahab," Rakshit greeted, his voice cold and commanding. "We have a mutual enemy-Rajshekhar Shekhawat. He's using your family's connection to me as an excuse to strike. But his true intention is to destroy us both."

Rana Veer's brow furrowed, his imposing figure illuminated by the screen. "What do you propose, Khanna?"

"A partnership. Support me in cutting off Rajshekhar's resources. In return, I'll ensure his downfall benefits us both," Rakshit said, his tone unwavering. "And I'll sweeten the deal-I'll arrange medical help for your son and daughter in law."

Rana Veer leaned closer. "You mean the one in a wheelchair and one in a coma? No one has managed to help him."

"I have connections," Rakshit assured him.