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38. The snare

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The rain came down in heavy sheets, turning Mumbai’s night into a blur of silver and shadow. Streetlights flickered over the empty docks, casting long reflections across the wet concrete. The private port was deserted—too deserted. It was supposed to be a small-scale bust. A shipment disguised as textile cargo. Simple. Quick. But Akash had been in the game long enough to recognize a setup when he saw one.

He crouched behind a stack of containers, eyes scanning the dark horizon. His earpiece crackled once before going silent. Communication lines—jammed.

They knew I was coming.

He tightened his grip on his pistol. The familiar weight steadied him.

All his instincts screamed one thing—trap.

Behind him, the ocean roared, black waves crashing against the pier. Every shadow seemed alive, every sound too deliberate. He crouched lower, adjusting his night-vision lens. His breath came slow and steady.

He’d come alone—by design. Only one of his closest contacts knew his location. He had wanted

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43. Shadows of Betrayal
The city had grown eerily quiet in the hours before midnight. Mumbai’s neon lights reflected off puddles left by the day’s storm, painting streets in shifting patterns of red and gold. At the Singh estate, the family tried to rest, but sleep was impossible. Every creak of the house, every shadow in the corridor made Svetlana’s heart race. She had never seen Akash like this before—so focused, so fearless, yet carrying a weight she couldn’t fully comprehend.Akash moved silently through the halls, checking security feeds, confirming patrol schedules, and reviewing plans for potential threats. He had been expecting Rathore to retaliate, but tonight felt different. The patterns were… deliberate. Almost personal.Svetlana watched from the top of the staircase, torn between admiration and fear. “Akash…” she whispered, almost unconsciously. He paused, sensing her presence, and looked up.“I know you’re here,” he said softly, voice low but commanding. “You don’t need to follow me.”Her hands
42. Blazing alliances
The first light of dawn stretched across Mumbai, piercing through the curtains of the Singh estate. The night’s chaos had left its mark—broken doors, scorched panels, and the lingering scent of smoke—but the family had survived. Akash stood in the library, scanning the reports, his jaw tight. Rathore’s latest moves were already in motion. He had anticipated every predictable reaction—but even he could not anticipate the next level of ruthlessness.Svetlana entered silently, carrying tea and a worried expression. “Akash… you’re pushing yourself too hard. Father is resting, but Zain is still furious. And Maya… she’s terrified. This war of yours—it’s consuming everyone.”Akash turned toward her, taking the cup she offered with a faint smile. “I know. And I hate that it affects them. But Rathore doesn’t play fair. He won’t stop until he breaks everyone around me, including you.”Her eyes softened. “Then we fight him together. You don’t have to carry this alone anymore. I trust you… and I
41. Fractured loyalties
The Singh estate was unusually quiet that morning. The storm from the previous night had left streets littered with debris, and the air smelled faintly of smoke from the warehouses Akash had burned. The family gathered in the breakfast hall, tension coiled tightly like a spring ready to snap. Mr. Singh’s health had worsened overnight, his usually commanding presence now fragile and uneven. Zain, visibly restless, paced near the window, glaring at Akash from time to time, suspicion clouding his face.Akash sat at the far end of the table, reviewing reports on his tablet, noting Rathore’s movements. The wounds on his shoulder and arm had been treated, but every movement reminded him of the docks’ ambush. Svetlana arrived, carrying a tray of tea, her sari slightly damp from the morning drizzle. Her eyes met Akash’s for a moment, a silent exchange passing between them—care, worry, and an unspoken acknowledgment of trust.“Akash,” Zain said sharply, breaking the silence. “I still don’t und
40. Firestorm
Mumbai’s skyline glimmered under a restless moon, its silver light glancing off the towering glass façades of corporate offices and the hidden docks where secrets festered. In the Singh estate, Akash moved like a ghost through the halls, every step measured, every breath controlled. The wounds from the ambush at the docks throbbed, but he ignored the pain. There was no time to heal—not while Rathore’s empire still threatened both his families.Svetlana watched him from the grand staircase, draped in a soft silk sari, hair disheveled from restless worry. Her hands clutched the railing as she followed his movements silently. Every instinct told her to intervene, to protect him, but she also knew Akash had always lived by rules she couldn’t yet grasp. He had his mission. She could only trust—and wait.“Akash,” she whispered finally, her voice catching in the quiet room. “You’re bleeding… again. Why do you put yourself in danger like this?”He turned, eyes sharp, yet softened by the sight
39. Love and loyalty
The entire dock flared to life. Hidden cameras blinked from every corner, all aimed at Akash. Red recording lights.“Smile,” Devraj sneered. “You’re live to Rathore.”From somewhere, Rathore’s voice came again, this time steady and cold.“You see, Akash… you infiltrated my world. You charmed my daughter, played the victim. But now… everyone will see what you are.”Akash’s chest heaved, not from fear but fury. “You have no idea what I am.”“An orphan pretending to be a savior,” Rathore replied. “You think I didn’t know about the Singh connection? You think I didn’t know you were Mr. Singh’s lost son? Oh, I know everything now.”Akash froze. His grip tightened around his gun.That secret… how could Rathore possibly know?Rathore chuckled darkly. “Your father is a dying man, Akash. And when he’s gone, you’ll inherit his empire. But by then, you’ll already be destroyed. I’ll make sure of that.”Devraj raised his gun again, but Akash fired first. The bullet grazed Devraj’s arm. Chaos erupt
38. The snare
The rain came down in heavy sheets, turning Mumbai’s night into a blur of silver and shadow. Streetlights flickered over the empty docks, casting long reflections across the wet concrete. The private port was deserted—too deserted. It was supposed to be a small-scale bust. A shipment disguised as textile cargo. Simple. Quick. But Akash had been in the game long enough to recognize a setup when he saw one.He crouched behind a stack of containers, eyes scanning the dark horizon. His earpiece crackled once before going silent. Communication lines—jammed.They knew I was coming.He tightened his grip on his pistol. The familiar weight steadied him.All his instincts screamed one thing—trap.Behind him, the ocean roared, black waves crashing against the pier. Every shadow seemed alive, every sound too deliberate. He crouched lower, adjusting his night-vision lens. His breath came slow and steady.He’d come alone—by design. Only one of his closest contacts knew his location. He had wanted

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