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I end the call and slam both my arms onto the marble slab of the kitchen, putting my entire weight on them as I watch the coffee brewing in the hotpot, mirroring the anger brewing inside me. The unknown and the unseen may have a power of their own, but this game we play demands a different set of rules—one where survival isn’t reserved for the most powerful but for the most cunning. The days ahead will reveal to the world who that ‘cunning’ truly is!
7 days for the Weapons Delivery
CHAPTER 19
TEJ KHURANA
It was a moonless night. The darkness of the night enveloped the deserted factory and the movements happening here. Located a few miles away from Kansapur, my birthplace, it was the best location for hiding the million-dollar worth weapons. The gates of the factory creak open, and a convoy of ten to twelve trucks roll in, their engines fading into a low hum.
I stand in the shadows, taking a puff of my premium cigar, awaiting these weapons to get unloaded here. These dangerous weapons, once handed over to my client Rana, will mark one of the most deadly and profitable illicit deals in my life so far. I patiently wait there, exhaling plumes of smoke, for the arrival of Raghav, the executor of our covert operation.
Raghav emerges from his sleek car, his silhouette distinct against the dimly lit backdrop. He takes off his suit jacket and throws it in the car before walking towards me. Being familiar with the criminal world, he knows what to do, how to do it and when to do it. This may not be his solo operation, but he has handled the secure transportation of the weapons consignment to this clandestine location brilliantly.
I watch him, a subtle smirk playing on my lips as I savour the success of our most significant operation. The consignment reached the port by ship, and Raghav effectively used our contacts here, in Mumbai, to smuggle and transport the weapons into this factory without attracting the authorities and the police.
I greet him with a nod, putting the cigar aside for a moment.
“I hope you had no trouble getting it here. No tails, I presume?”
“No one has even caught a whiff of this arsenal being unloaded or transported here,” he responds confidently, assuring me that all is clear.
Satisfaction graces my face as we walk toward the trucks. Our men work with precision, unloading the weaponry and storing it inside this factory, which looks more like a weathered warehouse from the outside.
“Rana’s men have reached out. They’re expecting the delivery next week,” I inform.
Raghav acknowledges with a nod, his eyes revealing his readiness for the challenges ahead.
“We’re all set, but for the next week, we must ensure that this warehouse remains hidden from prying eyes,” he asserts.
He’s right. Although my men are prepared to give their lives to protect this place, I express my concerns to him.
“I don’t trust Ayaan. I don’t want him to grow suspicious of our deal. Now that he knows we seek revenge, he won’t stay silent. We may have destroyed the evidence he had compiled against us, but he’ll now look more deeply and quickly to find any clues that may link us to such illegal activities. Kailash has filled his head with morals, and I fear he might do anything, even go against his own family, against us.”
I lock eyes with Raghav, who responds with a confident grin.
“Don’t worry about Ayaan. I will redirect his focus elsewhere and keep him engaged in safeguarding the two families. I will keep him occupied, running into circles, to the extent that he won’t have time for anything else,” he assures me.
“Do whatever it takes, but ensure this deal goes ahead without interruption,” I sigh, acknowledging the fact that Ayaan will always be a potential threat until he becomes a part of our syndicate and family.
“What does Rana intend to do with these weapons?” Raghav inquires. “If he wants the delivery around the time of the elections, I’m sure he is planning something big.”
“Who cares?” I dismiss his question with a wave of my hand. “It’s none of our business. Our job is to supply, not question. Our only concern was finding a secure location outside of Mumbai where we could make the delivery without attracting any unwanted attention from the authorities during the elections. And this warehouse ticks all the boxes.”
Raghav nods in understanding, refraining from further inquiry.
“We’ll inform Rana the night before the delivery. Until then, this place remains a secret, especially from the police and Ayaan,” I declare.
With that settled, we walk into the warehouse, where crates of weapons lay stacked like a deadly treasure trove. With the weapons in place, we are just one week away from the final delivery—the most significant deal for me, Tej Khurana, returning once again to my home country. Only time will reveal the kind of chaos these weapons will unleash in the future.
5 days for the Weapons Delivery
AYAAN
The atmosphere in Shergill Mansion is tense yet bustling with activity. Krish and his team have set up a makeshift monitoring room, replacing the one Raghav ruined a week ago. We’ve all returned from the safe houses, and the threat from Raghav and Tej Khurana seems to have momentarily subsided. However, my intuition whispers that they’re merely biding their time, plotting a distraction to catch us off guard.
The upcoming elections are looming over us, and none of us can afford to let fear keep us holed up in our homes. Today, Dad is attending a speech at ‘Krida Udhyan’ to show his support for Pratap Walia and his political party amidst the campaign fervour. Krish’s guards are with him, and so are Aksh and Vishnu, with Walia’s security personnel. But the sheer size of the crowd there unsettles me. I know what had happened earlier during one such campaign. People there had started pelting stones at the ministers and the speakers, and unfortunately, Meher, who had simply been there to support her brother Aksh, became their target. I don’t want anything like that to happen again.
Even Meher is not at home. She is also out, attending a family function for the Walias in South Bombay. Devika’s morning sickness keeps her tired and exhausted, so Meher has stepped in to fulfil her familial obligations. Despite Trisha and a team of guards accompanying her and her frequent messages and pictures from her cousin’s engagement, I can’t shake off the unease settling over me like a second skin. I’m always tuned in to my instincts, and I can sense something ominous. The feeling intensifies as my phone rings unexpectedly, and seeing Raghav’s name on the screen confirms my hunch – today is the day something will go wrong.
