The Deal with the Devil

Ayush sat across from Devraj Malhotra, his mind racing.

He knew this was dangerous. He knew he should walk away.

But the moment Devraj mentioned the truth about your family, something in Ayush froze.

"What truth?"

Devraj smirked, pouring himself another drink. "Tell me, Ayush… how much do you really know about Arnav?"

Ayush scoffed. "I know enough. He’s a ruthless dictator who treats us like prisoners."

Devraj chuckled. "Ah, the classic Oberoi arrogance. But you see, Arnav isn’t just controlling—he’s hiding something. A secret that could change everything for you."

Ayush narrowed his eyes. "What are you talking about?"

Devraj leaned in. "Your brother isn’t as clean as he pretends to be. He has blood on his hands."

Ayush’s heart stopped.

Devraj slid a file across the table. "Take a look."

Hesitant, Ayush opened it.

Inside were documents, photographs, transactions—evidence of something Arnav had been hiding.

Something dangerous.

Ayush clenched his jaw. "If this is real… why are you showing me this?"

Devraj smirked. "Because, my dear boy, every empire falls from within. And I believe you might be the key to making that happen."

Ayush stiffened.

This was a trap. He could feel it. But now, he was in too deep to walk away.

Arnav’s Hunt Begins

Meanwhile, Arnav’s car raced through the streets, his grip on the steering wheel like iron.

Anirudh, sitting beside him, was equally tense. "This is exactly what Devraj wanted. He lured Ayush in."

Arnav’s jaw tightened. "Then we get him out. Before it’s too late."

He dialed Ayush’s number.

No answer.

He slammed his fist against the dashboard. "Damn it, Ayush!"

Anirudh exhaled sharply. "If Devraj gets into his head—"

"Then Ayush won’t be the only one in danger." Arnav’s voice was lethal.

He pressed the accelerator.

Because if Devraj Malhotra wanted to play games, he was about to learn—

Arnav Oberoi never lost.

To Be Continued…