CHAPTER 46 #2
I had specifically warned Raghav not to do anything without informing me, but he still did it.
He never even discussed the plan with me.
He just informed me after abducting Nitara.
Haider had handled that operation. I argued with him then.
I still don’t agree with what he did. But once my brother decides something, changing his mind is harder than moving a mountain.
To this day, I still don’t know where she’s being held.
Only Raghav and Haider know her location.
That’s how my brother operates… trusting nobody, especially when his family’s safety is at stake.
I hate his methods, but I understand his reasons. And that’s the biggest difference between us.
I believe in justice. He believes in survival.
I follow rules. He makes his own.
Two brothers. Same blood. Different methods.
Parag’s furious voice drags me back into the present. Their argument is going nowhere, and I’m done listening.
“That’s enough.” I step forward, and the shouting dies instantly.
“You are both under GLEN’s custody. You’ll be transferred to a high-security detention facility, where you’ll spend the rest of your lives answering for every crime you’ve committed.
” My gaze shifts from Parag to Singhal. “And neither of you will ever see freedom again.”
Their arrogance wavers, but I’m not finished.
“And as for your organisations… While you were busy coming here to wage war against my brother, my teams were raiding your safe houses across Cape Town. Your financial channels have been frozen. Your weapons caches have been seized. And the men running your empires in your absence are dead as we speak.”
Parag and Singhal’s faces darken with rage.
“Your syndicates and your networks have been dismantled. Your empires are finished. Because that’s how we deal with the underworld.”
The look of horror on their faces is so satisfying. Before either of them can respond, my men move in and handcuff them. I turn away and start walking back towards the vehicle. This operation is finally over. Or at least that’s what I think.
But the next second, everything goes wrong.
Parag suddenly lunges sideways and slams his shoulder into one of my officers.
The officer loses balance for a split second, and that’s all Parag needs.
Before anyone can react, he yanks the rifle from the officer with both hands, spins around, and opens fire on Singhal.
The bullets tear through Singhal’s chest. His eyes widen in shock as the force of the shot sends him stumbling backwards, and he collapses onto the ground.
Parag stands over Singhal’s body, gripping the rifle and breathing hard, his eyes burning with fury. “And that’s how I deal with traitors.”
Every gun is trained on Parag, but before my men can close in, he shoves another officer aside and bolts towards the edge of the cliff.
I instantly raise my weapon. “PARAG! Stop right there!”
He doesn’t. I squeeze the trigger. The shot cracks through the night. I aim for his leg, wanting him alive, but at the exact moment I fire, his foot catches against a rock in his path, and he stumbles forward. The bullet misses his leg and slams directly into his lower back.
Parag staggers from the impact, but he somehow manages to turn and raise the rifle towards me. Then he fires. The bullets fly wildly and miss their mark… the desperate shots of a dying man who still refuses to surrender.
That one mistake seals his fate. My men open fire.
So do I. Round after round of bullets tears into him.
His body jerks violently as the bullets rip through his chest, shoulders, and stomach.
Blood quickly seeps across his clothes as the rifle slips from his hands.
His knees buckle, and Parag crashes to the ground. Dead.
For a long moment, nobody moves. The wind howls across the hillside. One body lies behind me, while the other is at my feet. Hemant Singhal and Parag Reddy. Two kingpins. Two empires. Finished within seconds. Just like that.
RAGHAV
RK Estate - Present
The moment I tell Samarjeet that Singhal was the mole in their plan, colour drains from his face. That delusional confidence he has been carrying around turns into pure shock as he realises that Singhal had been feeding me every move they planned to make.
His fists curl at his sides. “Singhal,” he growls. “I should never have trusted him. I’ll rip him apart for this betrayal.”
“You’re a little late for that,” I mock. “Singhal is already dead.”
His head snaps up in shock yet again. I begin walking slowly around him, like a wolf circling its wounded prey.
“Parag killed him,” I reveal. “The moment he found out Singhal had sold all of you out, he put a bullet straight through his chest.”
Samarjeet stares at me in horror.
“And when Parag tried to escape,” I continue, flicking ash onto the ground beside one of his dead men, “my brother shot him. Parag is dead too.”
His breathing stops. The last traces of confidence leaves Samarjeet’s face as I stop directly in front of him.
“Parag is dead. Singhal is dead. Your men are dead.” I slowly glance around the battlefield littered with dead bodies.
“Look around you, Samarjeet. Your empire isn’t standing behind you anymore.
It’s been dismantled by GLEN as we speak.
Barely a handful of your men are still breathing, and every one of them has a gun pointed at his head. You’re all alone.”
He gives me a murderous look, but I’m not done yet. There is still one more illusion I need to strip away.
“And those men you sent to Mumbai...” His expression shifts instantly. “...the ones you sent after my family. Every single one of them was picked up before they could even leave their hideout.”
Now he looks stunned. Samarjeet had sent a separate team to Mumbai to go after Baba and Meher. The moment we got the intel, we moved them to Walia Mansion, where I knew they would be safe.
What truly amuses me, however, is Samarjeet’s stupidity.
The man actually believed he could send a handful of gunmen to attack my family.
He had no idea who he was dealing with. By the time his men even thought about making a move, Vishnu had already ensured that half the state’s intelligence and security machinery was watching every route, every contact, and every safe house connected to them.
They never came close to Baba, Meher, or anyone else in my family. They were intercepted before they could take a single step towards them. Samarjeet thought he had sent his men to hunt my family. In reality, they were being hunted from the moment he gave the order.
I shake my head, amused. “If you actually believed your men could reach my family,” I smirk, “then there is no bigger fool than you.”
The words hit both his pride and confidence. By now, he knows that every move he made, every card he played, every backup plan he had... Failed.
I let the silence stretch before deciding to twist the knife a little deeper. Because men like Samarjeet don’t fear death nearly as much as they fear failure and humiliation.
I look him straight in the eye. “The truth is, I never even considered you a threat. You were always just a loudmouth hiding behind your father’s name, mistaking noise for power.” His expression darkens instantly. “No wonder your father never wanted to hand his empire over to you.”
That lands hard. A vein begins to throb at his temple, but I’m nowhere near done.
“Because leadership was never in you, Samarjeet. You wanted power. You wanted the throne. You wanted people to fear you. But leading?” I shake my head. “You couldn’t even lead the men standing beside you tonight.”
I gesture towards the bodies scattered across RK Estate. “Look at them. They followed you here believing you would lead them to victory.” I hold his gaze. “Instead, you led every single one of them straight into a grave.”
His chest rises and falls violently. But I go on.
“Your father saw exactly what you are. A man desperate to wear a crown he could never carry. A man who mistakes arrogance for strength. A man who believes shouting makes him a king. And tonight, you proved him right.”
The effect is immediate. Samarjeet explodes with pure rage.
For a second, I honestly think he’s going to charge at me despite the guns pointed at his head.
But then the sound of approaching footsteps cuts through the moment.
We both turn to see Siya marching straight towards us, her murderous gaze fixed on Samarjeet.
What the f*ck is she doing here?
I had told her to stay inside the villa.
No heroics. No stepping out until this war was over.
And yet, out of all the f*cking days she could have chosen to defy me, my stubborn wife decides to do it today.
She walks straight into the battlefield as if bullets and blood mean nothing to her. For a second, even Samarjeet freezes.
“How could you kill Dad?” She slaps him so hard that I know the impact must sting her fingers.
Samarjeet’s hand immediately comes up to hit her, back but my men instantly aim their guns at him. He stops. Even through his rage, he knows exactly what will happen if he lays a finger on her.
“How dare you, Samarjeet? How dare you touch him?” She punches his ribs this time.
“F*ck off, Siya,” he growls, stumbling backwards from her blow.
“You don’t get to tell me to f*ck off.” Siya’s fist connects with his jaw next. His lips split, and blood spills from his mouth. “Your greed, your insecurity, your obsession with proving yourself… you crossed every line this time. You should have at least thought about Mom.”
“Think about Mom?” he snarls. “Why the f*ck should I? Has she ever thought about me? Ever since you started poisoning her and Dad against me, my own parents pushed me out of their lives.” His eyes burn with fury as he glares at her. “Everything that happened is because of you, Siya.”