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“Team A is ready. The men have taken their positions. Except for Rana’s car, no one will be allowed in the vicinity; forget entering the warehouse,” he updates.
I nod, acknowledging the progress. “What about the snipers Vishnu set up, anticipating Ayaan’s backup plan?”
“Once we commence the deal, our men will neutralise the snipers. Rest assured.”
This elicits a burst of laughter from the depths of my cunning heart. The chessboard of deception is set, and the wait for the King has just begun.
“Poor Aksh is probably still waiting down the road, expecting more backup to arrive. If only he knew that Rana quietly deployed reinforcements last night to fortify this location,” I remark with a smug chuckle.
Irony drips from the scenario, heightening my sense of control over today’s deal. Raghav’s smirk reflects my satisfaction as he reads a message on his phone and updates me.
“Team B is also reaching here in a few minutes with the package.”
“Perfect. This special package is sure to take Ayaan by surprise,” I respond with a devious laugh as the possibilities race through my mind. The mysterious package holds the key to undermining Ayaan’s composure and revealing his vulnerability. It’s the least I can do to repay his foolish attempts to disrupt my operations and expose my crimes to the world. This unexpected twist in plans ought to disarm even someone as resolute as Ayaan.
Today, the stakes are higher than ever. The warehouse, my kingdom of shadows, awaits the culmination of a plan set in motion to bring my son Ayaan to his knees. This will be the last time he is challenging his father – me!
“The King has a lot to lose today, and only he is responsible for that,” I assert, my tone firm.
Ayaan’s disloyalty towards me, his own father, has fuelled my hatred for Kailash. He is the root cause of all this. Ayaan is willing to sacrifice himself for that man. It makes me sick. I am his real father, yet I do not receive the same amount of devotion or loyalty from my son.
“Aren’t we inviting trouble by involving the package?” Raghav asks.
“And what is Ayaan doing? He’s the one causing trouble for us. Is that acceptable?” I bark. “His rebellious behaviour towards us is becoming a real problem. As my son, I expect better from him than simply causing trouble for his own family. Had Ayaan not planned to expose us today, I would have spared the people he cares about. But I won’t show any such mercy now. I won’t tolerate my own blood conspiring against me to ensure those people’s safety. If eliminating all of them is what it takes to make Ayaan realise where his loyalties should lie, then so be it. One way or another, he will understand that his place is only with us.”
Raghav stiffens in shock, sensing the depth of my determined resolve.
“And do you really think after killing all his loved ones, Ayaan would ever want to come back to us?” he challenges, his voice full of scepticism.
“Such extreme measures will drive him away from us, Dad. Inflicting harm to demonstrate our strength makes sense, and taking vengeance on his loved ones is also understandable. But outright murdering his loved ones could make you Ayaan’s worst enemy,” he voices his concern.
My teeth grind in frustration, and rage swirls within me as I declare with firm determination.
“Then I will be that worst enemy,” I state vehemently. “If Ayaan still doesn’t understand this, I won’t hesitate to ensure he meets the same wretched fate as the Shergills and the Walias.”
Raghav looks taken aback by my words.
“You’re prepared to kill your own son if necessary?” he asks incredulously, his voice rising with each word.
I give a curt nod in response. My will is ironclad. If Ayaan continues down this treacherous road, the consequences for him will be catastrophic.
“A dead son is far better than one who is ready to backstab and kill you at the first opportunity. So, yes, Raghav, today is Ayaan’s last chance to decide where his true loyalties should lie...to whom he rightfully belongs. If he continues defying me, the so-called King’s fate will also meet its end here in this warehouse.”
Raghav, who has become increasingly agitated, seems taken aback by my ruthless declaration.
“You can’t kill your own son. For anything...for anyone,” he bursts out angrily, his emotions spilling over.
Is he challenging me or threatening me? This is the first time I’ve noticed defiance in Raghav’s eyes. Before I can react, one of our men rushes over, interrupting our heated conversation.
“Team B has the package secured inside.”
A wicked smile appears on my face. Finally, the key players have arrived. Ignoring Raghav’s protests, I purposefully make my way into the warehouse where my men have taken Meher, Kailash, Pratap and Trisha hostage.
“Tej,” Pratap yells at me, shrugging free from my men’s hold. “Why have you brought us here?”
“Relax, Pratap,” I snap. “Let me welcome our guests first before you ask your question.”
Pratap seethes in anger as I return my attention to Kailash.
