The Standoff

The warehouse fell into dead silence.

On one side, Arnav Oberoi and his brothers stood tall, their expressions unreadable but their intentions clear.

On the other, Devraj Malhotra leaned against the table, his smirk never wavering.

His men—six in total—stood with their guns drawn, fingers twitching over the triggers.

Avni took a slow step back, positioning herself closer to her brothers.

Devraj sighed dramatically. "You really thought you could walk in here and intimidate me? With what—your pretty little family reunion?"

Arnav’s jaw clenched. His hands were in his pockets, but his entire presence radiated power.

"We don’t need to intimidate you, Devraj," he said coolly. "We just need to finish this."

The First Shot

For a moment, nothing happened.

Then—BANG!

A gunshot shattered the silence.

Aryan had kicked over a chair, making one of Devraj’s men flinch and fire his gun too soon. The bullet missed—but that was all the distraction the Oberois needed.

In a flash, chaos erupted.

Anirudh grabbed Avni and pushed her behind cover. "Stay down!"

Ayush lunged at one of the armed men, knocking the gun from his hands. With a swift punch, he sent the man sprawling. "That’s for earlier, you idiot!"

Aryan dodged another swing, grabbed a metal rod from the ground, and slammed it into another man’s knee. "Ever heard of personal space?!"

Meanwhile, Arnav moved with deadly precision.

He dodged a bullet, grabbed a gun from one of Devraj’s men, and turned it back on him without even flinching.

One by one, Devraj’s men fell.

But Devraj himself?

He didn’t move.

He simply watched—waiting.

The Betrayal

Just as Ayush knocked out the last guard, Devraj finally spoke.

"Well played, Oberois," he said slowly. "But you forgot something."

Arnav’s eyes narrowed. "And what’s that?"

Devraj chuckled. "You trusted the wrong person."

And then—he looked at Avni.

For a second, time stopped.

Avni’s breath caught. "What?"

Devraj smirked. "You really think I didn’t see through your little game?" He shook his head. "Avni… you’re a terrible liar."

The words hit her like a punch to the gut.

Arnav took a step forward. "You’re bluffing."

Devraj smiled. "Am I?"

And then—he snapped his fingers.

The warehouse doors burst open.

More men flooded in. Ten. Fifteen.

Arnav’s jaw tightened. It was an ambush.

Devraj turned back to Avni, his eyes gleaming. "You should have taken my offer."

Avni stared.

Had she been too obvious? Had she made a mistake?

No.

She refused to believe she had lost.

Gritting her teeth, she stepped forward. "You’re right, Devraj," she said quietly.

Everyone—including her brothers—froze.

Arnav’s gaze flickered. "Avni…"

But she didn’t stop.

She walked straight up to Devraj—until they were inches apart.

"Maybe I am a terrible liar," she whispered. "But you? You’re an idiot."

Before he could react—she grabbed the gun from his holster.

And fired.

The Turning Point

The shot rang out, echoing through the warehouse.

Devraj stumbled back, clutching his shoulder. His men froze.

Arnav didn’t waste a second. "NOW!"

The Oberois attacked with full force.

Ayush tackled two men at once, disarming one and elbowing the other in the stomach.

Anirudh flipped a table for cover, grabbing Avni and shielding her. "That was reckless," he muttered. "Nice job."

Aryan swung his metal rod again, laughing. "I feel like I’m in an action movie!"

Meanwhile, Arnav moved straight for Devraj.

Blood dripped from Devraj’s shoulder, but his smirk was gone.

"You’ve lost," Arnav said coldly.

Devraj glared. "Not yet."

He lunged.

But Arnav was faster.

A single punch sent Devraj crashing to the ground.

As he groaned in pain, Arnav crouched beside him. "This is what happens when you try to break my family," he whispered.

Devraj’s breath was shaky. "You… think this is over?"

Arnav’s eyes darkened.

"It is for you."

Then he stood and turned to Anirudh. "Call the cops."

Anirudh nodded. "With pleasure."

The End of Devraj Malhotra?

By the time the police arrived, it was over.

Devraj and his men were dragged away, and the warehouse was left in ruins.

As the brothers stood in the aftermath, Avni exhaled.

"That," she said, "was insane."

Ayush grinned. "Kinda fun, though."

Aryan held up his metal rod. "I’m keeping this."

Anirudh sighed. "I need a drink."

Arnav, as usual, said nothing.

But as Avni looked at him, she saw it—the tiniest hint of relief in his eyes.

They had won.

They were finally free.

To Be Continued…