A silent billionaire.
A woman trained to kill.
When power marries danger, love turns lethal.
I came to the mansion last night around ten, delayed by the rain.
The plan had been to leave the penthouse in the afternoon, but Rathor Group scheduled a meeting with Red Velvet and informed Chhaya yesterday itself. So I stayed back till evening to finish that meeting. Only after the rain stopped did the driver bring me to the mansion.
Managing lies and handling things had started to feel dangerous.
Most of my work is executed strictly according to targets and schedules-I leave, arrive, disappear whenever required. But here, things were getting messy.
Anyway, a lot was already going wrong within the Rathor Group. So Grandfather announced a family lunch in the afternoon and insisted that everyone be present.
Everyone was busy preparing for lunch. Including me.
Servants rushed around, arranging everything in the garden-chairs, tables, delicate decorations meant for those polished, elite lunches. I couldn't imagine how much effort went into all of this for just one hour of food. In our family, lunch in the garden felt like a picnic-easy, warm. Here, it felt... staged. Maybe that's what rich people liked-turning something simple into a ritual.
I cooked a few dishes the way my mother used to. She always said food tastes better when love is mixed into it-and now, I was doing the same. My hands moved effortlessly, familiar with every step.
For sweets, I made kheer. Milk simmered slowly as I stirred, adding rice, sugar, and cardamom. The aroma filled the air, warm and familiar, and I finished it with chopped almonds and cashews.
I wanted to prepare something sweet myself-for everyone. I liked their compliments, the way they appreciated my effort. And I knew I was a good cook, no matter what he said.
My thoughts drifted to him.
What was he doing with Velvet Viper?
His words still felt... unsettling. He had insulted me so badly in the penthouse-that's why I mocked him as Velvet Viper, just to take a little revenge. But it turned into something else entirely. He could have killed me for provoking him... but maybe he needed the assassin more than his pride.
Or maybe he just wanted to scare me.
Either way, I didn't have time to think about him.
Noise came from outside-everyone must have arrived.
"Beta, we'll take care from here," Maa said gently.
"Thank you so much, it smells so good," Chachi added with a smile.
The moment I stepped into the garden, I slowed without meaning to.
Everything was already arranged-white tables under the open sky, servers moving gracefully with silver trays, flowers placed with careful symmetry. It was beautiful... maybe a little too much. Well, who was I to judge their lifestyle?
All his cousins had arrived one by one, forming a loose circle, pulling each other's legs, throwing comments without mercy. No one seemed obsessed with age or hierarchy here. Except for Nikhil and Priya-they were the youngest, still school-going.
He was the eldest among them.
Everyone called him the same way.
Bhaiya.
"Bhabhiiii!"
Radhika's voice rang out before I could react. Her hands caught my wrists, and suddenly I was pulled straight into their circle.
"Guys-wait-" I laughed, already losing the battle.
Radhika tilted her head, examining me like a puzzle she planned to solve. "Bhabhi, what are you thinking?"
I smiled slightly. "Just thinking... you all are almost the same age."
"Ohhh yes, that we are," Anika laughed.
"I'm twenty-six, and Radhika is twenty-five," Anika added proudly.
A small shock crossed my mind.
"And I'm twenty-eight, Nishant is twenty-seven," Reyansh said casually, pulling Priya into his arm, "and our sweet little Priya just turned eighteen this year."
I wished, for a second, that I had an older brother too.
"Don't forget me-I'm seventeen," Nikhil announced loudly.
They all laughed.
Then Nishant turned toward me, curiosity in his eyes.
"Bhabhi, how old are you?"
"I am..." I hesitated. "I'm twenty-four."
"What? You're so young!" Priya said, eyes wide. "You're six years younger than bade bhaiya!"
"You're younger than all of us," Radhika groaned dramatically. "Now I feel old."
I laughed softly, a little awkward. I married early, I guess. Or maybe he wanted to marry-after all, he's thirty. I've read that once people cross thirty, they start turning weak, incapable of doing many things. If he turns weak, then whom will he show his strength to? Maybe that's why he wanted to marry while he still has it.
He's very delusional too. Thinks he's the only one perfect in everything.
Arrogant man.
No-
Arrogant old man.
I giggled to myself, then quickly focused on where I was standing, while they all remained busy teasing each other.
But suddenly, I saw everyone's smiles fading. Their faces looked like they were standing at a funeral. This always happened when he arrived. Now I didn't need to turn back to see what had silenced them-I already knew. He was a jerk. Someone who never let laughter or enjoyment exist around him, not even allowing others to have it in front of him. Such a controlling man... not even letting anyone breathe.
But still, I turned.
He was walking toward the mansion, two guards following at a respectful distance.
He was wearing a black shirt and black trousers, dark, finely cut sunglasses that spoke of quiet authority, his coat resting over his right shoulder. Strands of black hair fell loosely across his face.
He looked extremely sexy. How many women must have fallen for him-and how many had he rejected? He wasn't an attention seeker, but his presence alone could make any woman's heart falter.
He didn't acknowledge us at all. I mean, there was so much beautiful decoration-something anyone's eyes would catch-but he ignored it completely.
I bit my lower lip.
What was I doing... feeling flustered over my own husband?
I quickly turned away and focused on arranging the plates.
A few minutes later, the elders arrived. He still wasn't there.
They took their seats in a perfect, unspoken order-Grandfather at the head, men to his left, their wives opposite, others following the pattern.
I hesitated for a second, then took my seat by observing them. It felt less like a family lunch and more like a formal meeting.
I hesitated only for a second before choosing my seat by observing the pattern. It was so confusing-everyone had their own designated place. It felt like we were in a meeting, not here to eat and be with each other.
The chair in front of me remained empty.
Good.
He wasn't there. No one to pass brutal comments on me, and I could eat peacefully now.
"Beta, can you see where Ranbir is?" Maa asked gently.
I really didn't want to-drag him by his ears and make him sit in front of me-but I couldn't deny Maa.
"Ji," I replied, standing.
Inside the mansion, the corridors were quiet. He will be in his chamber.
I checked one room. Then another.
Nothing.
"What are you doing here?"
His voice came from behind me.
I jumped, my breath catching despite myself.
"I... I came to look for you," I said honestly.
"Hm."
"I was in the room earlier," I added, confused. "I didn't see you come in."
A pause.
"I prefer coming unnoticed," he said calmly, stepping closer. "Taking things from behind."
He said, smiling.
My jaw dropped, my breath caught.
"Maa is waiting," I said quickly, stepping back and turning to leave the room. I didn't want to spoil my afternoon with further conversation with him.
"What's the hurry?" he said, catching my wrist and pulling me into his arms. His hand was on my back, slowly moving down.
"They are doing their work... we can do ours."
He said, smiling, giving me a hint of what was about to happen in a few minutes.
"You still haven't paid for the vase," he said, placing one hand gently on my face. It was so big and warm. "Remember?"
Before I could react, he leaned in-his lips brushing mine slowly, deliberately. Not rushed, not hesitant... but claiming. The kiss deepened just enough to steal my breath, warm and consuming, leaving a lingering heat that refused to fade.
Heat rushed through my body. Sweat started slipping between my thighs. My face was flushed, burning.
He lifted me in his arms. That was more scary. I had always thought one day my partner would lift me in a princess style, and I would feel shy, romantic in his arms... but this was different.
He suddenly bent and grabbed one of my legs, lifting it without warning.
Before I could react, he pulled me up completely-my body pressed against his.
My other leg followed on instinct, wrapping around his waist.
Now I was locked around him, both my legs crossed behind his back, his grip firm as if I had nowhere to go.
It wasn't gentle or romantic the way I had imagined.
It was controlled.
Possessive.
Like he had already decided I should be on his bed.
His eyes focused on my face. I felt shy under his gaze, so I hid my face close against him, holding on tightly.
He laid me on the bed slowly, then came on top of me, maintaining a few inches of distance. In that moment, it felt like my soul left my body-I could almost see it leaving in this heated silence. I didn't even stop him, because somewhere inside me, I wanted him to continue... even like this.
Finally, I opened my eyes. My body was sweating heavily. I was so nervous.
"Don't you want to go outside and join everyone?" he said, smirking.
"Or do you want me to continue this?"
The timing was so odd. I wanted to go outside... but I wanted to stay here too.
His arms were loosely placed on either side of me. I pushed him, and finally managed to get him off my body. I quickly adjusted my saree, ran my hands through my hair to settle myself, and walked out.
When I turned back for a second, he was still lying there, one arm stretched, watching me-his eyes following my every movement until I disappeared from his sight.
I walked out, my breath uneven, trying to steady it before reaching the table.
Minutes later, he joined everyone in the garden and took his seat.
Across the table, he didn't look at me once, as if I didn't exist. But when we were alone, his behavior turned mischievous.
Lunch was served, and with it came business conversations.
I listened carefully, focusing on their words. My eyes were on every major company, including Rathor Group, because I was trying to find something.
Then Grandfather's voice cut through.
"Trishika beta," he asked gently, "do you like this house?"
"Ji," I replied at once. "It's beautiful."
"And the people?" he continued, watching me carefully.
"Yes, Grandfather," I said, softer this time. "I feel at home here."
Satisfied murmurs followed.
Then Maa smiled-far too knowingly.
"And Ranbir?" she asked, deliberately.
Every cousin suddenly became very interested in their plates. I could sense the laughter they were hiding.
I said nothing.
"You didn't answer," he said calmly, looking straight into my eyes.
My breath caught for just a second. Heat rushed to my cheeks and impossible to control.
I still didn't speak.
A moment later, the conversation shifted away.
He returned to his usual detached, unreadable self.
Then a thought struck me.
He enjoyed teasing me, turning me on.
Why shouldn't I try? Why should he have all the fun?
I lifted my leg and slid my red heel toward him under the table. The white tablecloth hid everything. My foot brushed his leg. I moved it slightly upward.
He stiffened-just for a second-then adjusted his posture, pretending nothing happened. That wasn't enough for me.
I touched him again.
This time, he looked at me. I avoided his gaze, slowly moving my foot higher, feeling the fabric of his black trousers against my heel. My foot reached his knee. His legs were crossed. He was uncomfortable-I could see it, even as he tried to hide it.
I smiled softly, lowering my gaze. He kept staring. A quiet satisfaction settled inside me. I tried to hide my giggle, covering my face, but still watched him from the corner of my eyes.
I moved my foot a little higher, resting it over his crossed leg. That was enough.
Finally, I looked at him, expecting victory-but to my surprise, he was smirking at me. My smile dropped instantly, and I decided to pull back. There was a sudden instinct, a warning, that something bad would happen if I kept going. Something was definitely on his mind, and before he could act on it, I knew I should step back.
Before I could move, his hand closed around my ankle.
My breath caught. The saree shifted slightly.
"Trishika, what happened?" Chachi asked.
"Nothing," I said, my voice trembling.
His grip tightened. I couldn't move my leg even slightly. He shook my foot lightly-my heel slipped off and fell to the ground, making the faintest sound. But he coughed at the same moment. Now everything would go as he chose, and I was unable to do anything.
"Give Ranbir some water," Papa said.
My body went cold, my skin turning pale as if all color had drained from it.
I was barefoot now.
He uncrossed his legs and trapped my foot between them. My body jerked in shock. My toes brushed against something I wasn't supposed to feel. It's his cock hopefully under his trousers.
I panicked, pulling back, but he held firm-fingers locking around mine, guiding them briefly over his cock. I can feel it. Its hard.
If I do not take my feet back, he must take his cock out from his trousers and make me feel every inch of it.
He started pulling my leg more toward him. It wasn't that long, but he acted as if it could reach over him. My body shifted closer to the table until I was almost pressed against it.
"Trishika beta, you don't like the food?" Father asked.
"No, it's good... it's delicious," I said, almost choking on my words.
"Your plate is still full," he pointed out.
I forced myself to take a bite, but it wouldn't go down my throat. I couldn't eat, and he couldn't hide his smile. He lowered his head slightly, hiding his lips, but I could still see the satisfaction in his eyes.
I kept trying to loosen his grip. For a moment, he lifted my foot and rested it against his stomach, just above his navel, and I finally managed to take a breath-but it didn't last.
Slowly, he moved my foot down, like he was giving my feet a map of his body.
I kept chewing the food in my mouth, unable to swallow.
This time, my foot touched something very unexpected.
No way he was doing this in the middle of a family lunch.
It was his cock hard out of his trousers.
He gripped my toes gently, moving them slowly over it. He felt so hard, burning hot in this moment.
I looked at him. He was biting his lower lip, his gaze locked entirely on me.
My whole body jerked suddenly, and the food got stuck in my throat. I started coughing.
"Careful, beta. Drink water," Chachi said quickly, handing me the glass.
"I'm not feeling well... I'm sorry," I whispered, almost crying.
"What happened, beta?" Maa asked worriedly.
"Just a little headache," I lied, hoping he would finally stop.
But slowly, he moved my toes up and down again beneath the table.
I had made a terrible mistake.
Radhika suddenly dropped a spoon.
"Be careful, beta," Maa said softly.
"Sorry," she replied quietly.
She bent to pick it up.
That was when he finally released me.
I pulled my leg back instantly, sitting straight and pretending nothing had happened. I didn't look at him again for the rest of lunch. Embarrassment burned through me.
After lunch, everyone stood.
"Most of the dishes were made by Trishika," Chachi said proudly.
Compliments followed one after another. I smiled weakly. Soon, almost everyone left. Only Maa and his cousins remained behind.
From the corner of my eye, I peeked at him. He was still sitting there casually, scrolling through his phone.
Maa held my hand gently, still believing my excuse about the headache.
"Come with me. I'll give you medicine," she said softly.
As I walked beside her on trembling legs, she suddenly stopped and looked down.
"Beta... where is one of your sandals?"
All his cousins immediately turned toward my feet. There was already enough noise and teasing around me. After all, I was the newly married wife of the most ruthless man in their family, and apparently that made my married life everyone's favorite entertainment.
I froze.
Then he stepped forward, holding my heel in his hand.
For the first time, he actually looked embarrassed. His eyes stayed lowered for a second while his cousins silently pushed each other, barely controlling their smiles.
He dropped the heel in front of me, then leaned near my ear and whispered low enough that no one else could hear-
"Next time, if you turn me on, my cock will not be on your feet; it will be in your mouth, and you have a taste of holy cum."
Then he moved away like nothing had happened.
My mind stopped working completely, but somehow I forced my body not to react.
I quietly wore the sandal and stood beside Maa without a word.
"Let's go inside," Maa said gently.
I am standing in the dark between trees in front of a framhouse where a party is going to be held. This is a gang meeting disguised as a party. Rathore Group thinks that Pardeep Mishra is alive, so I am here to find him or someone close to him who can provide useful information to Rathore Group.
The building had tight security. Guards changed positions every hour because they didn't fully trust each other either-and that brief shift was my only chance to get in. I kept my eyes fixed on them without moving, barely even blinking.
The moment they started switching positions, I ran toward the boundary wall, threw the rope over it, pulled myself up, and jumped to the other side. I landed quickly near the flower bushes and hid myself there. By then, the shift was complete.
Six guards stood at the main entrance, so I moved toward the back instead, crouching beneath rows of trimmed bushes. Only two guards here. Easy to handle-but I couldn't risk unnecessary noise.
I picked up a flowerpot and threw it toward the garden. One guard moved to check the sound. I slipped forward from another direction through the shadows. The second guard got distracted too when another pot shattered nearby.
Gun in hand, I moved silently toward the back door, my breathing so controlled it barely existed. Aditya had frozen the CCTV feed for three minutes-and that was enough for me.
I was about to execute my plan when I heard it.
It sounded like several women whispering and crying at once. The sound was coming from behind the red door.
I pushed it open carefully and slipped inside, hiding behind rows of hanging clothes.
Four girls stood near the mirror. Too young. Too fragile for the dresses they were wearing. The fabric clung tightly to their bodies, the cuts far too deep, exposing more skin than comfort. Everything about it felt wrong.
They adjusted their makeup with trembling hands, fixing ballroom masks meant to hide their identities. One girl had bruises along her wrist, desperately covering them with foundation while trying not to cry. Another kept wiping tears before they could ruin her lipstick.
Fear filled the room so heavily it almost suffocated me.
"They said we just have to sit," one whispers.
"Just sit," another repeats, trying to convince herself. "My brother will quickly pay their loan, and we will run from here."
The smallest girl wipes her tears aggressively. "Don't cry. They hate that."
"We don't have to just sit. We have to serve them on the bed," the tallest girl says.
"I don't want to do this again" one says, crying.
My jaw tightens.
The tallest girl walked toward the hanger to pick up a dress-and froze the moment she saw me.
Her eyes widened in shock, lips parting slightly as she stumbled back a step.
"Who are you?" she whispered fearfully.
"Someone who wasn't invited properly," I reply calmly.
"Properly," she whispered shakily. "Who are you?"
"I'm their death," I replied quietly. "The one they didn't invite."
All four girls slowly gathered around me, surrounding me like they couldn't believe I was real.
Now that they were closer, I noticed the heavy bruise beneath the tallest girl's eye. She had tried to hide it with makeup, but the shade didn't even match her skin properly. Another girl's lips were trembling uncontrollably and in all four pairs of eyes, I saw hope.
"If you are death, then take them with you," the tallest girl whispered, holding my hand tightly. "They're sending us inside the private hall. We don't even know who those men are. They said if we refuse-"
"Please help us," the smallest girl says.
"How many guards?" I ask.
"Two at the security point. They check... everything."
My blood burns.
I stepped closer. "I'll help you. But I'll take one of your places."
I lifted my gaze to the tallest girl. "I'll take your position."
She had almost the same height and weight as me-even the same skin tone and hair length. The only difference was her naturally curly hair, which had been painfully straightened. And with the ballroom mask covering most of the face, details hardly mattered.
"But... you're a woman," she whispered.
She was wearing cheap makeup, and now the bruises she had hidden were becoming visible again as her tears washed the foundation away.
"What's your name?" I asked softly.
"Naina."
"Naina," I said quietly, holding her trembling hands, "don't let them make you believe this is all your life is worth. Fear survives only until someone decides to fight back... and tonight, you don't have to fight alone."
I squeezed her hands gently.
They stare at me like I am insane or divine.
"Please," the smallest one says, grabbing my hand. "Please don't let them send us."
I hold her gaze. "Switch."
The red dress clung to my body differently than my usual clothes. Bold. Revealing. I felt suffocated just wearing it. The deep neckline exposed far more than I was comfortable with, while the slit along my thigh made every movement feel vulnerable.
It was designed for one purpose-
To make a woman look seductive.
I quickly changed my mask to a ballroom mask, securing it tightly over my face.
"Why are you doing this?" Naina asked softly.
"Because you need my help," I replied.
A fragile smile touched her lips. "I hope... I can repay this someday."
When we stepped out together, we walked like a group-heads lowered, following each other in a line like ants.
The security checkpoint is exactly as described.
Two guards.
Smirking.
One by one, they "check" the girls. Hands lingering longer than necessary. Fingers pressing where they don't need to. The girls flinch but stay silent.
When it is my turn, I don't move.
"Come here," one of the guards shouted impatiently. "Do we have to call you separately?"
He grabbed my arm and pulled me closer. His hand slid across my waist to my hips, lingering deliberately against my neck and chest during the inspection.
My blood boiled instantly.
Every muscle in my body tightened with rage. My skin burned hot beneath the mask, anger rushing through me so violently that for a second I almost raised my hand against him.
But not yet.
Not before I learned who was inside.
We are allowed through.
The private room is darker than I expect. Red ambient lighting washes over circular leather sofas. Two servers stand near a glass table pouring drinks. Music from the main hall barely reaches here - just a distant hum.
Four men sit spaced apart. Masks on. The posture of men who believe they own everything in the room.
Including us.
A guard shuts the door behind us.
"Sit," he commands.
The other girls hesitated.
I didn't.
Because now the show had begun.
I walked forward first and sat gracefully on the curved velvet sofa, crossing my legs slowly as if I belonged there.
One by one, the others followed behind me.
One of the masked men leans back, observing us like we are merchandise. "New body tonight."
He sounds young; I guess from his voice.
Another chuckles. "Good."
I scan the room subtly. Exit door. Secondary service door. Camera in the upper left corner. One blind spot near the wine cabinet.
Among the four men, three are talking, but one barely says a word. He doesn't pass any comments or check out any of the women here. He just observes.
One of the men gestures toward me. "You. Come closer."
I sat beside him, forcing myself to stay calm as his hand settled on my thigh, moving slowly upward with disgusting confidence. Every nerve in my body screamed to break his wrist.
Then suddenly, he stood and grabbed my waist, lifting me onto his shoulder like I weighed nothing.
I clenched my jaw, hiding my anger behind the mask as he carried me through a private room.
The door slammed shut behind us.
And the next second, he threw me onto the bed.
"You are very beautiful. Just wait here for a few seconds," he said, leaning over me with a disgusting smile.
My hands itched to take his life right there.
But I stayed calm, waiting for the right moment.
Then suddenly-
The power control room exploded.
The blast wasn't massive, but loud enough to shake the building and throw the lights into chaos.
Not meant to kill.
Only to create panic.
I had planted the device near the power control room at the corner of the property. Reaching it from the building was easy; only two guards were stationed there. I killed them and entered without difficulty.
The blast spread darkness through the building.
He immediately got off me and ran out of the room.
"Guards! What happened here?" he shouted.
Just as I had planned, the security cameras were down. The entire building was in darkness. The whole power supply was gone.
The four masked men stood up instantly. One fired a warning shot into the air.
"Enemy!" someone shouted.
Darkness swallowed the building.
Screams. Running footsteps. Gunshots fired blindly into the air.
They didn't know who was attacking.
I moved through the shadows.
The first guard fell before he understood what was happening. The second turned at the sound of his body hitting the floor - too late. I used the confusion, the smoke, the panic. In darkness, fear multiplies faster than bullets.
The four VIPs kept firing in random directions.
"Find them!" one shouted.
Another bullet went off - this one not random.
A sharp cry cut through the chaos.
One of the girls.
The bullet had hit her leg.
I froze for half a second, my movements stopping instantly as her screams echoed through the dark hall. She was crying for help while these devils cared only about saving themselves.
I turned and ran toward her voice.
The VIPs used the chaos immediately. Surrounded by the remaining guards, they rushed toward the rear exit. Seconds later, engines roared outside.
Cowards.
I gave the signal.
Two of my men emerged from the blind-side entrance. Rathor men. Efficient. Silent. They immediately opened the first-aid kit beside the injured girl.
I pulled the bullet out of her leg while she screamed, then tied a strip of fabric tightly around her thigh to stop the bleeding. One of the men checked her pulse quickly.
"Her pulse is slowing," he said grimly.
"She needs a doctor immediately," I said.
The other girls gathered near me, terrified and shaking.
"Get out. Now," I ordered sharply.
The Rathor men immediately lifted the injured girl carefully and took her to the hospital, while the other girls went out through the rear passage as per my order.
I had to get them away from here. I couldn't afford weakness inside this place. I had promised them safety, and I would fulfill it at any cost. No innocent person would ever die in front of me again.
My target had changed.
The chief of security was near the courtyard, shouting orders and trying to reorganize his men.
I moved behind him silently.
He sensed something and turned-but I was faster. The butt of my weapon slammed against the back of his head.
He collapsed instantly.
Unconscious.
"Naina, what are you doing here?" I asked sharply when I saw her behind me. "I told you to leave."
"Let me help you," she whispered.
"No. Go from here. Save yourself."
"Nothing will happen while you're here with me."
I didn't know why she had stayed. Her hands were trembling badly, but her eyes... they carried courage now.
Maybe fear only controls people until they decide to fight back.
Together, we dragged the unconscious man toward the parking area. I grabbed the keys from a fallen guard and took one of the abandoned cars.
I drove through the empty highway with all the girls because, when I came out, they were standing in confusion, unsure which direction to go. The farmhouse was situated far from the city.
I dropped all of them at the location they had whispered earlier-a roadside motel far beyond the main highway.
They stepped out trembling, crying, and thanking me again and again.
Naina was the last to leave. Her eyes were swollen red from crying. I couldn't even imagine what she had gone through... how she got those bruises.
"Thank you so much," she whispered. "I hope we meet again someday... and next time, I hope my condition is different."
Her fingers touched my mask lightly.
"And maybe I'll finally see the real girl behind this mask. The real you."
"Definitely," I replied with a faint smile.
There was something strangely familiar about her sadness. But I didn't stop for more words.
I drove toward the forest road.
The unconscious security head lay tied in the backseat.
At a mountain curve, I stopped the car and shifted it into neutral before releasing the brake.
The vehicle rolled forward slowly... then disappeared over the edge.
A second later-
Metal crashed violently into the darkness below.
Minutes later, headlights appeared behind me. Rathor Group vehicles.
They stopped beside me silently. Their men stepped out and took custody of the unconscious security head-the same man already transferred out before the car was pushed down the cliff.
The crash would make everyone believe he died in the chaos.
Clean.
Aditya's voice came through my earpiece.
"All CCTV footage wiped. External backups corrupted. No visual trace of you."
"Good," I replied calmly.
He paused. "You were shot at."
"Yes, but... I'm fine."
The forest wind was cold against my skin.
The VIPs escaped tonight.
But their security didn't.
And now Rathor Group had a man who knew everything.
I stepped into the Rathor vehicle.
The night wasn't over.
It had only begun because this mission felt strange.
Everything about it felt off. The men there were strange. The security was tight, yet none of them looked skilled enough for the kind was people they were protecting.
I wasn't some god who could walk into a battlefield and defeat everyone without a single scratch.
It had all felt... too easy.
And in my world, easy was always dangerous.
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