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By now, everyone present here knows the ally Dad is referring to. Only Kailash uncle could offer such wise advice. I’m’ glad to see that their enmity is finally fading significantly. The day may not be far off when these two old friends reconcile and become close again.
“Aksh,” Dad calls out to Aksh bhai who is equally happy with Dad’s decision. “Your apology is accepted too. Come here.”
Aksh bhai chuckles before approaching Dad. I quickly step aside to allow them to talk, but Dad pulls him into his embrace. His hugs today to his children are so warm and affectionate that I’m completely taken by his fatherly love. I really hope Dad can embrace Ayaan with the same wholehearted acceptance. As if sensing my thoughts, Dad pulls away from the hug with Aksh bhai and then directs his gaze toward Ayaan.
“You cannot brainwash my kids anymore. They are mine,” he mocks Ayaan, taking all his three children into his tight embrace, flaunting the unity we have.
Ayaan rolls his eyes, aware of Dad’s possessiveness towards his children.
“Keep your sons, but your daughter is mine!” he replies smartly.
Dad scoffs and I snort inwardly at their cute banter.
“So, what’s the plan? How are we dealing with the Khuranas?” Dad asks, diverting the topic.
Ayaan takes a moment to process his sudden interest before responding, “I thought you said you don’t like taking orders from me.”
“I have no choice. All my kids trust you, and I want to trust their trust in you,” Dad remarks with a shrug.
Kailash uncle steps forward.
“Pratap, you have been winning a lot of hearts today. I don’t know about the elections, but you’ll always have your children and their support from now on. I’m happy for you.”
Dad smiles back at him, and it’s all there in that smile—gratitude for being his guiding light and helping him sort things out with all his children.
“Alright, let’s brief Mr. Walia on our plans once again,” Ayaan suggests before we all take our seats on the couch to go over the details again.
The room becomes a battleground of ideas, strategies and unspoken fears, finally converging into crucial decision-making. We know that the unknown awaits us, and the path ahead is filled with danger. Yet, in this room, surrounded by allies turned family, there is an unspoken belief that we will emerge victorious – exposing the darkness that threatens to consume us.
3 days for the Weapons Delivery
CHAPTER 21
TEJ KHURANA
I am sitting on the luxurious sofa of our mansion in Mumbai, a haven filled with opulence that befits the kingpin of the Bat Syndicate. My fingers caress the smooth surface of a cigar, my signature indulgence, as my eyes remain fixated on the laptop screen beside me. Raghav diligently types away, confirming the successful transaction of our deal. He gives me a curt nod to affirm the transaction.
“Okay, the credit is now showing up,” I inform the person on the other end of the phone call, who has been put on hold until Raghav confirms. “Please convey our regards to Rana. The delivery will be ready this Sunday. Location will be texted to you soon.”
I disconnect the call. The deal is proceeding smoothly. I turn to Raghav with a sigh of relief.
“We need to celebrate,” he suggests, but I dismiss the idea with a shake of my head.
“Not until the delivery happens and the remaining amount of this deal gets credited into our accounts, Raghav.”
Caution is the essence of our trade, a lesson I’ve learned through hard experience.
Raghav shuts the laptop and pours himself a drink, making one for me as well. As we sit side by side on the plush couch, he speaks what’s been lingering on his mind.
“Ayaan won’t sit quietly. He is definitely planning something against us.”
I meet his eyes with a stern gaze.
“If he is planning anything, then you have to ruin his plans. That’s where all your attention should be.”
“I know what I have to do, Dad. Please don’t question my ways because if I did the same to you, you wouldn’t like it.” His response carries a sharp edge. The tension in the room rises as he gets up from the couch and heads to make another drink, finishing his first one in one gulp.
“What do you mean?” I demand, my scowl deepening.
