chapter 63
“What do you mean?” he asked.
Ishni turned toward them again.
“At the party, the man we thought was Karan… wasn’t Karan,” she said. “He was Abhishek. He was wearing a face mask. A very realistic one. He’s been pretending to be Karan.”
Vipul’s expression changed instantly.
“Why would he pretend to be his own brother?” Vipul asked.
“Because he wants us to chase the wrong person,” Ishni replied immediately. “So that the real mastermind can move freely without suspicion.”
Rudra leaned back slightly in his chair, his eyes fixed on the name written on the board.
“Not just that,” Ishni continued. “He’s working with the Romano family. They’re involved in human trafficking… and they are the ones who attacked Rudra.”
The room went silent.
“This all started two weeks ago,” she said slowly.
“A CBI officer named Vijay Singh came to me. He was investigating a case about a man from our country running illegal operations, and he needed a lawyer for legal access and documentation.
After a few meetings, I agreed to work on the case. At first, it looked like a normal criminal case drugs, illegal money, smuggling… but then things started getting strange.”
Rudra, Vipul, were all listening quietly.
“One day Vijay told me they found a large drug stock in a house,” she continued. “So we went there. And that house… was the same house where the Deewanas used to live.”
Rudra’s expression changed slightly at that.
“That was the first time I met him,” she said. “But I couldn’t see his face. He said he was Karan… but I knew something was wrong.”
Her voice became colder now.
“Because I know Karan was dead years ago.”
The room went completely silent.
“So I went and checked the criminal record files myself,” she continued. “And the records showed Karan Deewan was dead.”
She looked at Rudra then.
“That was the moment I understood… someone is playing a game with us.”
“Why didn’t you inform me?” Rudra asked, his voice calm but sharp. The question wasn’t loud, but it carried weight.
Ishni looked at him, her expression tired but firm. “I wasn’t sure,” she said. “And I needed to confirm it myself before telling you.”
Rudra’s eyes didn’t leave her face. “And how did you get into his private party?”
“The invitation was given by Vijay Singh,” she replied.
The moment she said that, Vipul, who had been silently listening, frowned slightly. “Boss… but you said he is also involved with the Italians. And when we caught those men, didn’t they say it was a trap?” Vipul asked, trying to connect everything.
Rudra leaned back slightly, his expression turning darker, more thoughtful.
“Indeed, it was a trap,” Rudra said slowly. “When we started checking on the mafias in Italy, they suddenly went silent. No movement, no messages, nothing. That silence itself was suspicious… but it also made it look like they had nothing to do with this.”
He paused, his jaw tightening.
“But that was the trap,” he continued. “False information… controlled silence… everything was planned so that we would stop doubting them and look somewhere else.”
Vipul’s face grew serious as he understood. “They wanted to mislead us,” he said quietly.
Rudra nodded once.
“They wanted us to believe the wrong story,” he said. “While they continued their real business behind our backs.”
Ishni crossed her arms, anger still visible in her eyes. “Human trafficking,” she said coldly. “They’re sending girls to Italy.”
The room fell silent after that.
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“But why are they helping this Abhishek Deewana?” Vipul asked, unable to understand the connection.
Ishni let out a slow, tired sigh, as if she was opening a chapter full of old ghosts.
“Because of Swetha,” she said quietly.
“What?!” Vipul looked completely shocked.
“Yes,” Ishni continued, her voice calm but heavy.
“Swetha was their sister. Everything was planned… very carefully planned. Swetha and her brothers wanted control over the underworld in India too. And at that time, the boss here was Mr. Rajput Rudra’s father.
So she manipulated him. She filled his mind with greed, with power, with ambition.
She wanted him to divorce Mrs. Rajput so she could take her place, her power, her position. ”
Vipul listened silently, trying to process everything.
“But slowly,” Ishni continued, “Swetha realized that Rudra was becoming a threat for her. He was smart, dangerous, and loyal to his mother. She knew that one day he would take everything back. So she tried to kill him too.”
Rudra stood there quietly, his face emotionless, but his eyes had turned cold at the mention of the past.
“And when Rudra finally killed her,” Ishni said, looking at Vipul, “her brother were burning for revenge. They just needed the perfect opportunity… and now they think they have it.”
Silence filled the room.
A game of power, betrayal, lies, and old grudges.
And now…
The game had started again
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The next day, Rudra was sitting in his office, leaning back in his chair, a glass of wine in his hand. The room was dimly lit, the silence heavy, the air filled with something dark and dangerous. Vipul stood beside him, waiting, knowing better than to speak when Rudra was thinking.
“Boss… what now?” Vipul finally asked carefully.
Rudra didn’t reply immediately. He slowly swirled the wine in his glass, his eyes fixed on the dark red liquid as if he was watching someone’s blood instead of wine.
A few seconds passed.
Then he spoke.
“They think they outsmarted me?” he said quietly.
His voice was calm.
“It seems they forgot who holds the power.”
Vipul stayed silent.
Because he knew that tone.
That tone meant someone was about to disappear.
Rudra stood up slowly, placing the glass on the table.
“I’m giving you ten minutes,” he said, his voice turning cold and authoritative. “Set up a video conference call to Italy.”
Vipul looked at him, waiting for the rest.
Rudra’s eyes darkened.
“To everyone,” he continued. “From small-time mobs… to the most powerful mafias.”
He buttoned his coat slowly.
“Let’s remind them,” he said in a low, dangerous voice, “whose territory they’re playing in.”
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Exactly ten minutes later, the atmospherehad completely changed.
A large screen was placed in front of the main seating area. The lights were dimmed slightly, and a few of Rudra’s men stood at a distance, silent and alert. Vipul stood on one side with his laptop, typing and giving instructions to someone on the call.
Then Rudra walked in.
He didn’t say anything.
He simply walked to his chair and sat down.
But the moment he sat, the entire aura of the room shifted. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes were cold, sharp, and focused. One arm rested on the armrest, the other hand near his mouth, his ring catching the light as he moved his fingers slightly.
The kind of calm that comes before destruction.
No one spoke first. No one dared to.
Because the way Rudra Singh Rajput was sitting there silent, composed, dangerous it was clear that whoever was on the other side of that screen… was about to face something they would never forget.
Before anyone could say anything else, the large screen connected to Vipul’s laptop suddenly lit up.
The screen started.
One by one, faces began appearing on the video call.
Not ordinary people.
Powerful men.
Men who ruled cities from the shadows.
Mobs. Mafia leaders. Underworld kings.
Then another face appeared on the screen.
Romano.
The moment his face appeared, the entire call went silent for a second, as if everyone was waiting for something… or someone.
Then almost all of them looked at the same direction.
At Rudra.
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Confusion was clearly written on everyone’s faces.
No one fully understood what was happening, but they all understood one thing something was very wrong.
Rudra never called late-night meetings without a reason, and this time it wasn’t just any meeting.
He had called for a conference… and that too with the Italian mafia.
His eyes were cold and dangerous, the kind of eyes that warned a storm was coming.
The Italians on the screen looked at him, waiting for him to speak.
For a few seconds, Rudra said nothing. He just looked at them, and that silence itself made the atmosphere heavy.
Then finally, he spoke.
“When dogs forget their place…” Rudra said slowly, his voice calm but sharp like a blade, “…the owner must make sure to remind them where they belong. Right?”
The men on the screen didn’t smile.
They didn’t react.
But their eyes changed.
Because they understood.
This wasn’t a friendly call.
This was a warning.
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One of the men on the screen frowned slightly. “What do you mean, Mr. Rajput?” he asked, his tone polite but cautious.
Another man leaned forward and spoke, “Are we not cooperating with you?”
Rudra leaned back slowly in his chair, completely relaxed, as if he wasn’t talking to some of the most powerful men in another country. A faint smirk appeared on his lips as he crossed one leg over the other, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest.
“Cooperating?” he repeated slowly, as if the word itself amused him. “Well… I see the way you all are cooperating.”
His eyes were calm, but the calm was dangerous.
He leaned slightly forward toward the screen, his voice dropping lower, colder.
“Let me make one thing very clear,” he said. “This video conference is not a meeting.”
There was a brief silence on the other side.
“This is a warning.”
The men on the screen exchanged glances.
Rudra’s smirk disappeared, replaced by a cold, hard expression.
“You think just because the map says Italy, it belongs to you?” he said quietly. “You think I don’t know what the Romano family is doing behind my back?”
No one spoke.
The silence itself meant they were listening very carefully now.
Rudra leaned closer to the camera, his eyes dark and steady.
“Italy might be your place,” he said slowly.
Then he gave a faint, dangerous smile.
“But I own it.”
After saying that, Rudra ended the video conference and the screen went black. The room fell silent, but the air still felt heavy, as if his presence was still pressing down on everyone even through the screen.
The men on the other side didn’t move for a few seconds after the call ended. They all knew one thing very clearly disobeying Rudra Singh Rajput wasn’t a mistake, it was a death wish.
Because in his world, disobedience didn’t get you punished… it got you buried. And everyone who worked for him knew that once Rudra gave an order, it wasn’t a suggestion. It was a countdown.
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Ishni was looking at the files, frustration boiling in her veins.
“Ahh! Not a single evidence we collected against him,” she snapped, throwing the files across the table. Papers scattered on the floor like broken hopes.
Vijay stepped forward carefully. “Mrs. Rajput… please calm down.”
“Calm down?” she let out a bitter laugh, turning toward him. “You want me to calm down when that man is walking freely after everything he has done?”
Her eyes were burning now, not from anger but from revange.
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Vijay looked at her and was about to say something when Ishni’s phone rang.
Seeing Rudra’s name on the screen, she immediately picked up the call. “Jaan, please come home now,” Rudra said from the other side, his voice serious and rushed.
Ishni frowned slightly, confused by his tone.
“Rudra…?” she asked, but he just said, “Just come,” and hung up the call.
Ishni slowly lowered the phone and looked at Vijay.
“I need to go,” she said, already picking up her bag and files.
Vijay nodded, sensing something was wrong but not asking further.
Without wasting another minute, Ishni quickly left, her mind filled with questions about why Rudra sounded like that.
At the mansion, Ishni rushed inside. Without stopping, she went straight to her room. As she opened the door, she saw Rudra sitting on the bed.
“Rudra?” she called softly and walked toward him.
The moment she came close, he pulled her onto his lap. His arms wrapped tightly around her waist as he buried his face in her neck.
“i need to calm down,” he said quietly.
Ishni froze for a second, surprised. Then slowly, she relaxed in his hold, placing her hand gently on his hair, not asking anything… just letting him hold her.
He slowly pulled back and looked at her, his eyes softer now.
“I miss you,” he said.
Ishni’s expression melted into a small smile, her fingers still resting in his hair.
Before she could say anything, he leaned in and captured her lips in a sudden, intense kiss not gentle, not slow, but filled with everything he wasn’t saying.
Ishni was taken aback for a second, then she responded, her hand moving to his shoulder, holding onto him as the moment deepened, his grip on her tightening slightly like he didn’t want to let her go.
As their kiss deepened with tender love, Rudra's hands roamed with a desperate urgency, sliding up ishni back beneath the soft fabric of her blouse, feeling the warmth of her skin that always grounded him.
Her lips parted against his, a soft moan escaping as their tongues danced in a rhythm that spoke of shared history and unspoken needs.
he could taste the faint sweetness of her lip balm, mingled with the salt of his own frustration from the day.
His cock stirred against her thigh, hardening quickly as the intensity built, and he pulled her closer, her breasts pressing firmly into his chest, their fullness a delicious pressure that made his breath hitch.
Ishni responded instinctively, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she shifted on his lap, her hips grinding down against him, the heat of her pussy seeping through the layers of clothing and igniting a fire in his core.
“Jaan…” he whispered, his voice rough, almost like a warning and a confession at the same time.
He leaned back on the bed, pulling her with him until she was on top of him, her hair falling around them like a curtain, shutting the world out.
“Rudra, for this you called?” she asked, raising an eyebrow, but she wasn’t moving away.
He smirked, that dangerous, slow smirk of his. “Yes. I was missing you.”
She looked at him for a long second, then leaned closer, her lips near his ear, her breath warm against his skin. “Is it?” she whispered. “Well… now you’ll miss me more.”
She moved back slightly, her fingers slowly sliding to his belt, unbuckling it without breaking eye contact. There was something intentional in every movement, something calm and in control. She wasn’t being shy. She wasn’t hesitating.
And that was exactly why Rudra was just lying there, staring at her like a man watching a storm come closer dangerous, beautiful, and impossible to stop.
His hands moved to her waist, gripping tightly, his eyes dark, filled with hunger but also something deeper anger, fear, love, possessiveness all mixed into one. With Ishni, it was never just desire. It was war and peace at the same time.
“Ishni…” he said her name like a warning this time.
But she just leaned down closer, her forehead touching his for a moment, her voice dropping into a soft whisper, “You don’t get to call me like that, scare me like that… and expect me to behave, Rudra Singh Rajput”
There was a challenge in her eyes now.
And Rudra didn’t back down from challenges.
His hand moved to the back of her neck, pulling her down into a deep kiss again, this one slower but more intense, like he was trying to prove something without words that she was his, that he was hers, that whatever storm was coming from the outside world…
in this room, on this bed, they were the only two people that existed.
She slid his pants down his thighs with eager hands, the fabric whispering against his skin in the dim glow of the bedside lamp, she breathed, her voice husky with desire.
His dark eyes locked on hers, filled with a raw hunger that mirrored her own as he whispered, "God, you feel amazing." He lay there, muscles taut under her weight, his broad chest rising and falling beneath her palms.
She was a vision of curves and confidence, her long hair cascading like a midnight veil over her shoulders, her full breasts swaying gently as she positioned herself above him.
With a soft, deliberate grind, she lowered herself onto his hardening cock, the slick heat of her pussy enveloping him inch by inch, drawing a low groan from his lips that vibrated through her body, "Don't stop," he gasped.
The rhythm built slowly at first, her hips rolling in sensual waves that sent jolts of pleasure coursing through them both, the sound of their skin slapping together echoing softly.
She rode him with a fierce intensity, her nails digging into his shoulders as she arched her back, the friction igniting sparks of ecstasy that made her breath come in sharp, needy gasps, "I need you," she moaned, her voice trembling with emotion.
He could feel every clench of her inner walls, the wet slide of their connection amplifying the heat building between them, while her breasts bounced with each thrust, nipples pebbling against his chest, "You're everything to me," he murmured, his words laced with passion.
There was an unspoken chemistry in the way their bodies moved in sync, her moans blending with his as she whispered his name, a mix of affection and urgency that deepened the moment beyond mere physicality it was as if their souls were intertwining, driven by a shared longing that had simmered for too long.
Suddenly, with a surge of strength, he flipped her onto the bed, reversing their positions in one fluid motion that left her breathless and pinned beneath him, "Take me," she cried out, her voice filled with raw emotion.
Now on top, he hovered over her, his muscular frame casting a shadow that made her feel deliciously vulnerable, the sound of their heavy breathing filling the room.
His cock, still buried deep inside her pussy, throbbed with renewed vigor as he began to thrust harder, his hands roaming to cup her breasts, thumbs teasing the sensitive peaks, "I love you," he growled, pouring his feelings into each movement.
She gasped at the shift, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer, the new angle hitting spots that made stars burst behind her eyelids, "ahhh.
. rudra ohh godddd". she pleaded, the room echoed with the slap of skin against skin, the heady aroma of their arousal filling the air, as he poured his emotions into each powerful stroke love, lust, and a fierce protectiveness that made her heart swell even as waves of pleasure threatened to overwhelm them both.
Vipul kept calling Rudra again and again, but there was no response. He frowned, staring at his phone. “What happened to him?” he muttered to himself, uneasiness settling in his chest.