“Got the papers!” Jagtaap announced loudly.
Both men turned towards him.
Jagtaap stood there, holding the documents in his hand, a victorious smirk playing on his lips.
Rudransh’s gaze shifted towards the papers. His jaw tightened as he looked at Ashok.
“What. Is. This?” he asked in his deep, intimidating voice.
Ashok’s face turned pale.
He had no idea how those papers had ended up in his house. He didn’t know whether someone was deliberately trapping him or if this was some terrible mistake.
But one thing he knew for certain—
Nobody could save him from Rudransh Singh Thakur.
Still, he fell to his knees, desperately pleading for his innocence.
“Chote Malik, I don’t know how these papers came here! I am innocent, Malik. Please trust me!”
Rudransh’s face turned emotionless.
He couldn’t believe it.
The man who had served the Thakurs for decades had stooped so low.
Someone so close to the family had betrayed them.
But perhaps betrayal always came from someone close.
And yet, somewhere deep inside, Rudransh still wanted a miracle.
A miracle that would prove Ashok innocent.
Suddenly, a phone call interrupted his thoughts.
An unknown number flashed on Ashok’s phone.
“Pick it up,” Rudransh ordered coldly. “Whoever it is, put the call on speaker.”
With trembling hands, Ashok answered the call.
The moment he did, a voice echoed through the room.
“Ashok, when are you handing over the papers? I’ve already sent my man to deliver the money. Why the delay?”
Ashok’s eyes widened in horror.
“Who are you? I don’t know you! Why are you trying to trap me?”
The call disconnected.
Silence fell over the room.
And with that one phone call, the last remaining thread of trust Rudransh had in Ashok snapped.
Jagtaap smirked.
This was his final card.
And he had played it perfectly.
Inside the cupboard, Meera sat curled up in fear.
She could hear the faint, trembling voice of her baba coming from outside.
Every word made her fold herself further into the darkness.
Her little hands were joined together as she silently prayed to her beloved Kanha Ji.
“Please, don’t let these monsters hurt my baba. Please protect him, Kanha Ji…”
Tears rolled down her cheeks.
She had no idea what was happening outside.
All she knew was that her baba was in danger.
And she couldn’t do anything to save him.
On the Road
Mahendra Pratap Singh Thakur sat in the backseat of his car.
“Drive faster!” he ordered the driver.
His phone suddenly rang.
It was Veer. ( do you remember him Rudransh’s best friend)
“Uncle, you asked me to check the hidden cameras installed in the company. I found something important.”
Mahendra’s expression hardened.
“What did you find?”
“Uncle, the company papers were stolen by Jagtaap Uncle. He’s framing Ashok Uncle.”
Mahendra closed his eyes for a moment.
He wasn’t surprised.
He knew Jagtaap’s tricks.
He had played these games before, and Mahendra had forgiven him every single time.
But this time…
He had gone too far.
“Send me the video, Veer,” Mahendra said in a cold voice. “And reach Ashok’s house immediately.”
At Ashok’s house
“Chote Malik, please trust me!”
Ashok’s voice trembled as he pleaded.
But Rudransh stood before him, his gun pointed directly at his chest.
“Trust?”
A bitter, mocking laugh escaped his lips.
“Trust you?”
His eyes burned with rage.
“How much did you take to sell the Thakurs’ loyalty? And to whom?”
His voice thundered through the room.
“SAY IT!”
Ashok could only shake his head in denial.
“I didn’t do anything, Chote Malik! Please believe me!”
“Tell me!” Rudransh demanded again.
Then, suddenly, he fell silent.
His expression became cold and emotionless.
“You betrayed me,” he said slowly. “But I cannot forget the years you served the Thakurs.”
He paused.
“So, I’ll give you an easy death.”
Ashok’s eyes widened.
“Please, Chote Malik! I didn’t do anything! Please—”
But his desperate pleas only fueled Rudransh’s anger.
Rudransh tightened his grip on the gun.
His finger pressed against the trigger.
BANG!
A gunshot echoed through the house.
Everything paused.
Meera’s prayers stopped.
Ashok’s pleas disappeared.
And for one terrifying moment…
The entire world stood still.
Everything paused.
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