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The guards from the alpha team saluted at our sight making the brothers nod in acknowledgement.
We hadn't even walked out of the gate when a black SUV came to stop before us. The driver hopped down leaving space for Viaan to climb in. But before that, Viaan opened the backdoor, helping me climb into the backseat, only then did he hop into the driver's seat with Neel riding shotgun.
The engine purred softly as Viaan drove through the roads. Neither Neel nor I dared to question him at the moment, letting the silence reign between us for some time. But just for some time.
Because I couldn't keep the pounding questions down in my head anymore, "what is this about, Viaan? Where are we going?"
I had just completed the questions when his phone went off. Pressing the answer button on the car's stereo, he let the voice of the caller boom through the speakers, "Hello, I have got the location."
There was no doubt that the voice belonged to Vikrant.
"Neel, enter the coordinates into the GPS," Viaan ordered, making Neel immediately react and obey. He entered the coordinates as Vikrant dictated. It hardly took about ten minutes more for the journey, leaving everyone in anticipation and before anyone knew it, Viaan stopped before another farmhouse. The tension was thick in the air.
Exhaling loudly, Viaan turned to look at the gate of the farmhouse and said, "here is the mastermind of this entire episode."
And just like that, the rapid pounding of my heart returned. Behind these walls was the enemy who had caused us so much trouble. The one who had added to our already existing difficulties. The one who had gotten away for so long but not now. Not anymore.
47. SAINTAALEES
Wegot down and walked towards the gates where two Indian security guards were stationed.
I regained enough strength to stand and walk on my own.
"Hey! Stop right there! First state who you are and your purpose for visit before we ask for permission to let you in," One of the guards yelled.
"I'm an attorney," Neel flashed his ID to the guard before adding, "you better let us in now if you don't want to get into trouble."
"I don't care who you are. I am not going to let you in without permission," The guard argued. Viaan rubbed his temple moving towards the guard before slapping him hard on the face, once and then again. Neel pulled him back before he slapped some more sense into the man.
The guard shivered with one hand on his cheek as he watched Viaan with wide eyes.
"Try that again and I won't hesitate to get your license canceled," Viaan spoke in that calm tone of his, never even once raising his voice to threaten.
"Or perhaps shoot you," I added with a shrug making the eyes of the guards grow even wider. Feeling the eyes of Viaan and Neel on me, I defended myself, "what? Don't you have a fetish for guns?"
The sound of the metal gate opening caught our attention, making us look at the other guard opening it wider before standing up straight and saluting in our direction.
Casting another warning glare towards the former guard, Viaan walked inside with us in tow. The front lawn of the house was huge, huge enough to consider the inhabitants as big shots but not as powerful as Raivardhans.
Viaan didn't hesitate to push the main door open and walked inside. The servant who was carrying a bottle of champagne stopped to look towards us in bewilderment, making another Indian guard who was standing a few feet away look at us simultaneously.
"Hey! Who are you? And how did you get in?" He was walking towards us but the men just ignored him as they pushed him out of their to enter the living room and stand before a startled looking Mr. Raichand. The limit of my surprise hit the sky.
"Raivardhans, what a pleasant surprise." Well, his voice and expression told us otherwise. He was shocked, not even nearly enough to be pleasant. And scared. Definitely scared.
Wearing their regular masks of poker face, Viaan and Neel sat down on the couch opposite Mr. Raichand. Without his permission. Rude, I know but I wasn't going to say it out loud.
"What brings you here?" Mr. Raichand's timid gaze shifted from one brother to another before looking at me for any hint. As if I knew what was running in their minds.
"Exactly my question," Viaan replied.
"Pardon me?" Mr. Raichand was anything but confused and his nervous gulp just confirmed it.
"You have nothing here. We monopolize all the business sectors in this part of the country. So, there is no opportunity for any other Indian Entrepreneur here," Viaan paused to bend forward with his elbows on his thighs as he completed, "Shouldn't it beusaskingyouthat question?"
"Woh... Woh—" Mr. Raichand struggled to speak, making Viaan cut him off asking, "yeh woh woh kya laga rakha hai, Mr. Raichand? Has the cat got your tongue?"
"I know what all the dirty deeds you have done. The first time I suspected you was when the fire alarm incident failed and that female staff spewed your name and coincidentally, the entire incident had a striking resemblance with a stunt pulled by none other than your beloved daughter, Nishika," Viaan had gotten up to walk towards the room covered by the curtains and pulled out a flushed Nishika standing in her pajamas.
