Ch40 Unveiling the Dark Hues of the Past #4
Sandeep snapped his head toward his father, his voice cracking with pure disbelief and a sudden wave of anger.
"Papa... how could you hide such a massive truth from us? Our poor child... she has been enduring Naresh Bedi's continuous abuse and torture for years, believing him to be her father! She even sacrificed her own happiness and married a stranger just to protect that monster's family reputation! Papa,
please, for God's sake, speak up now! Tell us what happened all those years ago!"
Nanaji covered his face with his trembling hands, a broken, agonizing sob escaping him.
"This is all my fault," he confessed, his voice dripping with absolute self-reproach.
"Because of my weakness, and because of the orthodox, hypocritical rules of this society... today, I am left without my daughter, and Rivanya is left without her mother."
While the dark shadows of the past were finally being pulled back in Kashi, a violent storm was erupting within the criminal underbelly of Mumbai. The mere whisper of a single name had sent absolute shockwaves through the dark underworld RV was back.
Deep within a desolate, uncharted industrial wasteland far from the main city, a flawless convoy of black SUVs pulled to a sudden halt, kicking up a thick cloud of dust.
From the center vehicle, Rudraksh stepped out into the oppressive silence.
He was dressed in a long, sweeping black coat, his rugged face hardened into an expression of chilling steel and his eyes glowing with an unadulterated, ruthless fire.
Right beside him stood Vyom, also clad in a sharp black suit, his sharp eyes scanning the perimeter like a vulture hunting for its next target.
Rudraksh didn't break his stride as he asked in a low, gravelly tone,
"Is everything in place?
"Vyom kept pace with him, a lethal calmness in his voice.
"Yes, RV. Everything is locked down. Our men picked him up at the crack of dawn. He is currently trapped in our grid."Rudraksh offered a cold, satisfied nod and marched forward.
Behind him walked Vyom, followed closely by a small army of nearly fifty elite black-clad commandos moving in absolute tactical synchronicity.
Looming directly ahead of them was a massive, sprawling black architectural fortress that looked like a terrifying modern palace constructed in the depths of hell.
Its ultra-modern, cutting-edge design could easily captivate any civilian's eye, yet no ordinary citizen could ever fathom that such a deadly stronghold existed hidden in this part of the city.
This was the absolute nerve center of the Asian Mafia the main headquarters where not a single leaf could dare to stir without an explicit command from RV.The moment Rudraksh stepped through the heavy reinforced doors,
every single operative dressed in the signature black uniform immediately stopped what they were doing and bowed their heads in deep, reverent salute.
Ignoring the displays of submission, Rudraksh walked straight into the private glass elevator, ascending rapidly to the 19th floor.
He stepped into his sweeping executive cabin, walked over to the massive, black leather rocking chair, and sat down.
He leaned back, his fingers interlacing over his lap as he issued a single, effortless command: "Bring him in."
On that solitary order, the heavy double doors flew open, and two muscular operatives came dragging a bruised and battered man across the polished floor, tossing him mercilessly like a sack of dirt right at Rudraksh's feet.
The man's physical condition was already completely wrecked from the brutal morning interrogation.
This terrified individual was none other than Sumitra's real brother Naresh Bedi's brother-in-law.
The moment his eyes traveled up the expensive black suit to meet the terrifying, hollow gaze of Rudraksh, he began to tremble violently. Groveling on his hands and knees, he began to desperately beg for his life.
"Please... please let me go! Have mercy on me, please..."