His Childish Bride

68//💕The Blazing Fire

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The room is thick with tension. Shadows stretch across the walls as Debanjon leans forward, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade.

"I don't care what you have to do, Pradeep. I want that girl dead at any cost. The longer we wait, the more dangerous she becomes." His cold, piercing gaze lands on his son who wipes the sweat from his brow.

"Baba, I think we should step back for a while. We underestimated them. Even with their enemies on our side, the Rathores are still stronger. Especially Kavyansh, he is not someone we can take lightly." Pradeep says as he swallows hard.

"What are you saying? Didn't you tell me Kavyansh doesn't get involved in violence?" Debanjon's eyes narrow.

Without a word, Pradeep pulls out his phone and places it on the desk. Debanjon then picks it up and looks at the screen. In a minute, his fingers tighten around the device as he watches the video.

Kavyansh stands tall, his face unreadable as he grips a butcher knife. In one swift motion, he slices through the doppelganger's right hand spilling too much blood. The woman's screams fill the air but Kavyansh doesn't flinch. Instead, he shoves a handful of salt into the open wound while his expression stays as calm as ever.

Debanjon's breath stutters as a sharp pain stabs his chest. His hand clutches at the fabric over his heart, fingers trembling.

"Baba!" Pradeep steps forward.

Debanjon sucks in a slow breath, forcing himself to steady.

"I am fine." Debanjon mutters but the pain lingers. His gaze flickers back to the phone.

"They caught the doppelganger. That means they have our informant too. But how did you get this video?" Debanjon asks while Pradeep hesitates.

"It came from a private number which can't be traced and there was a message with it." Pradeep replies while Debanjon leans back, his jaw tightening.

"What did it say?" Debanjon asks. Pradeep licks his lips and then reads aloud.

"You think you can keep playing your cheap games, believing no one can stop you. That's where you are wrong. This time, you have messed with the wrong people. So get ready because you and your son are about to meet your end."

A heavy silence settles over them.

Debanjon grips the arms of his chair so tightly his knuckles turn white. Everything he planned, his revenge against Meghna and her daughter are now slipping through his fingers. The problem isn't just the girl anymore. It's the Rathores.

"What do we do now?" Pradeep's voice is tense while Debanjon exhales sharply.

"Contact Adwait. His feud with Shivansh Singh Rathore is getting worse. If we can bring him to our side, we will have an insider in their family. And if we want to destroy Meghna and her daughter, we have to take down the Rathores first. Kavyansh and Shivansh are the biggest threats." Debanjon orders in a firm tone. Pradeep nods in response but he is still hesitates.

"Baba, our informant said their sister is powerful too. Should we deal with her as well?" Pradeep asks but in response a cold chuckle escapes Debanjon's lips.

"Didn't you watch the video? She stood behind her brother, exactly where a woman belongs. A woman can never stand equal to a man, let alone be stronger. She is not a threat." Debanjon remarks making Pradeep smirks as he gets relaxed slightly.

However, their false sense of control lasts barely a moment. Because the next moment, the study door slams open. Indrajit rushes in, face pale, hands shaking as he clutches an iPad.