KAYAMATH (ON HOLD)

Chapter 34

As he stood near a bar counter, sipping his whiskey, his mind wasn't at ease. A storm raged within him-one that only one person could calm.

Just then, Diksha entered, her steps measured as she approached her boss.

"Boss, before going to Mansion , both Shanti Ma'am and Panchi Ma'am have eaten."

Milind turned slightly, raising an eyebrow.

"What did she eat?"

"Ma'am drank a lil bit of soup, some soute vegetables and paneer. Afterward, before she sleeps she drank a glass of warm milk."

Milind exhaled, swirling the liquid in his glass. "Good... but her diet needs to increase. She's still weak. Tell the chef to prepare meals according to her taste, but make sure she eats more."

Diksha nodded, but there was something else in her expression.

Milind caught on immediately. "Did she take the medicine?"

"Yes, Panchi Ma'am took her regular medicines... and also the one you instructed." Diksha's tone was neutral, unreadable.

A flicker of satisfaction crossed Milind's face. "How long before it takes effect?"

"Within an hour. The effect will last until morning."

"Hmm.."Milind nodded in satisfaction.

And then A bodyguard comes and whispers something in Milind's ear. Milind's entire demeanor changed. His eyes darkened, his fingers clenched into a fist. Without a word, he stood up, tossed his cigar into the ashtray, and strode out of the room, his presence in a storm brewing on the horizon.

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The night was thick with silence, save for the faint hum of insects in the distance. A convoy of sleek black cars sliced through the darkness like shadows, their headlights illuminating the deserted path ahead. The air around them was suffocating, the weight of something sinister hanging in the atmosphere.

As the vehicles came to a halt in front of an abandoned warehouse, Milind Mishra stepped out, his polished shoes clicking against the concrete. His towering frame radiated a quiet, lethal energy-an authority that demanded submission without a word. His bodyguards immediately flanked him, their eyes scanning the surroundings with sharp vigilance.

Milind wasn't just a businessman. He was a kingmaker. A man who moved pawns behind the scenes, controlling fates with a flick of his hand. His clean, sophisticated image in the public eye was nothing but a carefully crafted illusion.

The warehouse stood like a ghost of its past-its rusted walls and broken windows whispering secrets of forgotten crimes. Inside, the air was thick with the stench of sweat, blood, and decay. Milind's expression didn't change as he stepped into the dimly lit interior. The flickering bulbs overhead cast eerie shadows, revealing figures sprawled on the floor-battered, broken, drenched in their own blood.

Milind stepped in, his presence sending a chill through the dimly lit space. His men-his shadows-his executioners-stood at attention.

"Sir," one of Milind's subordinates greeted him with a curt nod. "We've been waiting."

Inside, the air was thick with the stench of sweat, blood, and decay. Milind's expression didn't change as he stepped into the dimly lit interior. The flickering bulbs overhead cast eerie shadows, revealing figures sprawled on the floor....battered, broken, drenched in their own blood.

One of them-his hand mangled, jaw half-broken-crawled forward, clutching at Milind's expensive trousers.

"Sahab, we made a mistake...
"We didn't touch her, I swear!" One man cried desperately.
"She knocked me out and ran away before anything happened...."
The man's voice trembled, his eyes pleading for forgiveness.