Page 251 of The Redemption
“I won’t. I won’t do anything.” He didn’t even waste another second. “Just tell me what you want?”
I stood up and walked towards the window, overlooking my vineyard.
“I want to know Samarjeet’s plan,” I said. “Every detail that you discuss with him in that meeting, every move the three of you decide to make, I want you to tell me. If you hide even one thing from me, your daughter dies.”
“What?” he snapped. “This is a suicide mission. If Samarjeet finds out, he’ll kill me first.”
“Probably.” I nod. “And if you don’t do this, I’ll kill Nitara. So choose wisely. Whose death you’re willing to watch first? Yours or your daughter’s?”
A full minute passed. I could practically hear his resistance crumbling. Then I heard the sound of a father losing to the circumstance.
“Fine.” Singhal spoke, defeated. “I’ll do it.”
Exactly what I expected. I let out a sigh of relief.
“Good. Then look outside the airport terminal. Two of my men are waiting for you. They’ll stay with you 24/7, not for your protection, but hers.” I pause, letting every word sink in. “If you follow my instructions, Nitara lives. If you double-cross me…”
I left the threat hanging for a few seconds before glancing at Nitara’s photograph lying on my desk. “... then your daughter dies before you even take the next breath.”
I disconnected the call.
From that moment on, every secret Samarjeet believed was safe within his circle started reaching me, one detail at a time.Eventually, I knew his entire war plan before he even took the first step towards Shivtara Valley.
AYAAN
Forty Minutes Ago
Parag looks like someone has just ripped the ground out from beneath his feet after I tell him that Singhal was the leak. He stares at Singhal, as if his mind refuses to process what he had just heard. That Hemant Singhal is the man who fed every last detail of Samarjeet’s plan to Raghav.
As the realisation sinks in, Parag explodes. “You b*stard?” His roar tears through the hillside. “You sold us out?”
He lunges forward despite the rifles aimed at him, going straight at Singhal, who stands in GLEN’s custody with his hands restrained, his face hard and bitter.
“What the f*ck did you expect me to do?” Singhal fires back. “My daughter is with Raghav. Was I supposed to just sit and watch him kill her?” His voice cracks with helpless rage.
Parag looks ready to tear him apart. The two men keep hurling accusations and threats at each other, while my thoughts drift to my brother.
I have to give it to Raghav. He knew exactly where to strike. While we would have spent days trying to break through Samarjeet’s circle, Raghav simply found Singhal’s one weakness. His daughter, Nitara. Using her as leverage was ruthless, but effective. With one move, Samarjeet’s entire plan was in our hands.
GLEN would never operate that way. We don’t abduct innocent women or use them as bargaining chips to bring down criminal empires. There are lines we simply do not cross.
But then, Raghav has never cared much about GLEN’s rulebook. Despite leaving that world behind, despite secretly helping us track and dismantle criminal empires, he’s still living by the mafia codes, still playing by his own rules.
When Singhal involved himself in Siya’s assassination attempt, Raghav stopped seeing him as a distant kingpin and started treating him like an enemy. And enemy’s weaknesses are exactly what you exploit.
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.”
