Author's Pov

The sharp click of Virendra Raghuvanshi’s leather shoes echoed through the pristine marble floors of the Raghuvanshi mansion. His father, Vikram Singh Raghuvanshi, was seated on the leather couch, reading the business section of the newspaper, while Meera Raghuvanshi, elegantly dressed, sipped her evening tea.

The tension in the air was palpable as Virendra strode toward them with his characteristic cold expression. Without a word, he sat down across from them, his steely gaze fixed on nothing in particular.

Vikram: "Virendra, tumhara business toh badhiya chal raha hai. Par ab ek zaroori baat karni hai."

Meera: "Beta, hume tumhare shaadi ke baare mein sochna chahiye."

[Vikram: "Virendra, your business is doing well. But now there's an important matter to discuss."

Meera: "Son, we should start thinking about your marriage."]

A flicker of annoyance crossed Virendra’s face, but he masked it expertly.

"Shaadi?"

[ Marriage]

His voice was calm, measured.

Meera: "Haan, ab waqt aa gaya hai ki tumhare jeevan mein ek sathi ho."

Vikram: "Aur ek achhi ladki se shaadi ka matlab sirf personal nahi, professional life ke liye bhi acha hota hai."

[Meera: "Yes, it's time for you to have a partner in your life."

Vikram: "And marrying a good girl is beneficial not just for your personal life but also for your professional life."]

Virendra leaned back, his expression unreadable. "Ladki toh mil chuki hai."

[ The girl has already been found.]

His words were simple, but the confidence in his tone was undeniable.

Meera's eyes widened. "Sach? Tumhe koi pasand aayi?" Vikram narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Kaun hai woh?"

["Really? You like someone?"

Vikram narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Who is she?"]

Virendra pulled out his phone with deliberate slowness, scrolling until he found the photo of Ishita Chauhan. Her innocent smile glowed on the screen. He handed the phone to his mother.

Meera's lips curved into a delighted smile. "Yeh toh bahut hi sundar hai."

Vikram's brows furrowed. "Yeh kaun hai?"

["She is really beautiful."

Who is she?"]

"Harshvardhan Chauhan ki beti," Virendra stated coldly. "Aur meri hone wali patni."

[Harshvardhan's Daughter.

And my future wife]

The declaration left his parents stunned.

Meera: "Kya unhone rishta bheja hai?"

Virendra's lips curled into a faint smirk. "Nahi. Par bhejenge."

[Meera : "Have they sent a proposal?"

Virendra: No,but we will"]

The arrogance in his tone was chilling. Meera and Vikram exchanged uncertain glances.

Vikram: "Tum itne sure kaise ho?"

Virendra: "Kyunki main aaj raat unhe yahan bulwata hoon. Nayi collaboration ke bahane." He paused, his voice turning dangerously low. "Aur baaki kaam aap dono sambhalenge. Rishta wahi karega jahan hum chahenge."

[Vikram: "How are you so sure?"

Virendra: "Because I'm calling them here tonight under the pretext of a new collaboration." He paused, his voice turning dangerously low. "And the rest of the work will be handled by both of you. The proposal will happen exactly where we want it."]

His father nodded, impressed by his strategic mind, while Meera seemed apprehensive but trusting.

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The Dinner Invitation

The same evening, Virendra personally arranged the formal dinner invitation. His mother called Savita Chauhan to extend the invite.

Meera: "Savita ji, hum ek nayi partnership ke liye dinner rakh rahe hain. Aap apne parivaar ke saath zaroor aaiye."

Savita: "Bahut acchi baat hai. Hum zaroor aayenge."

[Meera: "Savita ji, we're hosting a dinner for a new partnership. Please come with your family."

Savita: "That's wonderful. We'll definitely come."]

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In Afternoon,

The cold wind howled through the dark alley as Virendra leaned against his sleek black car,his expression Beside him stood Reyansh Shekhawat, his most trusted friend and confident.A few feet away  trembling with fear,was Anil Thakur , a man who had dare to betray him.

"Virendra bhai ...  galti ho gai. Please ek moka de dijiye."   Anil pleaded, sweat dripping down his forehead despite the chilly night.

["Virendra brother... I made a mistake. Please give me one chance."]

Virendra's cold gaze never wavered.His voice was dangerously calm.“ Galti ? Tu muje ditch karke mere competitors ke saath deal karne gya tha ....aur socha muje pta nhi lagega?”

[Mistake? You ditched me and went to make a deal with my competitors... and thought I wouldn't find out?]

Anil fell to his knees,hand folded.“ Muje lalach ho gyi thi.Par aap to bade dilwale h maaf kar dijiye."

[ I got greedy. But you're generous; please forgive me.]

Virendra's lips curved into a chilling smile.

“ Me bade dil wala hu?”  He chuckled darkly.“Galat socha"

[ I'm generous?" He chuckled darkly. "Wrong assumption.]

With a swift nod to Reyansh.Virendra signaled Reyansh grabbed Anil by the collars, dragging him towards the nearby warehouse wall.

Anil screamed,“Nahi Please "

[ No Please ]

Virendra strode forward,his polished shoes clicking against the concrete. He crouched down to Anil's level, his voice a deadly whisper “ Ek cheez samaj lo Anil. Virendra Raghuvanshi ko dhokha dene wale Zinda nahi rehte."

[ Understand one thing, Anil. Those who betray Virendra Raghuvanshi don't stay alive.]

Before Anil could respond, a single gunshot echoed through the night.

Virendra stood up calmly, the gun in his hand still smoking.He handed it back to Reyansh without a flicker of emotion.

“ Clean this up ." He ordered calmly, turning on  his heel.

Reyansh nodded, accustomed to Virendra's ruthlessness.

As Virendra walked back to his car, his face remained impressive.

For him, betrayal was a crime that deserved only one punishment —

death. And he had no regrets delivering justice his way.