The Gunshot That Shook Everything

Avni froze.

The deafening bang echoed through the warehouse, followed by a heavy silence.

Her heartbeat pounded in her ears as she spun around, dreading what she would see.

Anirudh stood in the middle of the room, his chest heaving, his eyes burning with fury.

Devraj Malhotra’s gun was still raised. Smoke curled from the barrel.

Then—blood dripped onto the concrete.

A Dangerous Game

For a moment, everything moved in slow motion.

Anirudh staggered. His hand pressed against his arm—a bullet wound.

But his expression?

It was pure rage.

He didn’t even flinch as he stepped forward, grabbing a rusted metal pipe from the ground.

Devraj smirked. "Tough guy, huh? Let’s see how tough you are when you’re bleeding out."

Anirudh’s grip tightened.

"I don’t need both arms to break you."

Then—he attacked.

A Fight of Fire and Fury

Devraj’s men rushed in.

Anirudh swung the pipe, knocking one to the ground instantly. Another tried to grab him from behind—big mistake.

With a swift elbow to the gut, Anirudh spun and slammed the pipe into his ribs. The man collapsed, gasping for air.

Devraj backed away slightly, his smirk faltering.

"You think you can win this, Oberoi?" he taunted. "You’re alone."

Anirudh wiped the blood from his arm, eyes gleaming.

"You really think that?"

Devraj frowned.

Then—a deafening roar of an engine shattered the air.

Reinforcements Arrive

A black SUV screeched to a halt outside the warehouse.

The doors burst open.

Arnav stepped out first, his face carved from ice.

Ayush followed, cracking his knuckles. "You messed with the wrong family, buddy."

Aryan grinned wildly, holding a metal rod. "Hope you’re ready for round two."

Devraj’s confidence shattered.

He turned to his men. "Take them—"

Too late.

The Oberois attacked.

A War in the Warehouse

Arnav moved like a ghost. His punches were swift, calculated, brutal. Every man who came near him was on the ground in seconds.

Ayush dodged a swing, grabbed a chair, and smashed it over a thug’s head. "Man, I should’ve taken boxing sooner!"

Aryan, laughing, tripped one of Devraj’s men, grabbed his collar, and punched him so hard he spun in the air.

Anirudh, despite his injury, didn’t stop.

He caught Devraj’s collar and slammed him into a pillar. "This ends tonight."

Devraj gasped, struggling. "You… can’t win. I still—"

BANG!

A single gunshot rang through the room.

Silence.

The End of Devraj Malhotra?

Devraj collapsed. Blood pooled beneath him.

Avni stood behind him, the gun still trembling in her hands.

Her breath was ragged.

Everyone froze.

Arnav stared at her, his expression unreadable.

"Avni…"

She swallowed. Her hands were shaking, her whole body trembling.

"He… he was going to kill Anirudh," she whispered.

No one spoke.

Then—Anirudh walked over. Slowly, carefully, he took the gun from her hands.

"You did what you had to," he murmured.

Avni looked up at him.

For the first time in years, there was no anger between them. No distance.

Just… understanding.

Arnav exhaled. "Let’s go."

As sirens blared in the distance, the Oberoi siblings walked out together.

For the first time in a long time…

They weren’t broken.

They were whole.

To Be Continued…