The Storm Breaks

The Oberoi mansion was silent. Too silent.

Every sibling felt the shift in the air—the weight of something dangerous, unstoppable.

And then, the phone rang.

Arnav answered without a word.

A single voice on the other end. Siddharth Malhotra.

"Did you think you could destroy me so easily, Arnav?" Siddharth’s tone was mocking, but there was an edge to it. "You have no idea what you’ve just done."

Arnav’s grip on the phone tightened. "You were always finished, Siddharth. I just moved the process along."

A dark chuckle. "You think you’re untouchable. That you can control everything. But tell me, Arnav, are you sure your family is safe?"

Arnav’s blood ran cold.

Before he could respond, there was a loud crash from the other side of the house.

Anirudh was already moving, his instincts sharp. "That came from the backyard."

Ayush and Aryan rushed forward, adrenaline kicking in.

Avni stood frozen for a second, but then—BOOM.

A fire erupted outside. The garden was in flames. The glass windows shattered from the impact, sending shards flying across the hall.

Siddharth’s voice still echoed in Arnav’s ear.

"You started this war, Oberoi. Now, let’s see if you can survive it."

The call ended.

And Arnav snapped.

The Wrath of a King

His siblings turned to him, expecting orders. But what they saw—was something they had never seen before.

Arnav Oberoi was furious.

Not the cold, calculated anger they were used to. Not the silent, unshaken businessman.

This was different.

This was wrath.

His voice was low, controlled—but lethal.

"Aryan, take Avni and get out. Now."

"But—"

"NOW!"

Avni had never seen Arnav like this. None of them had. And for once, she obeyed without argument.

Anirudh stepped closer. "Arnav, we need a plan—"

Arnav turned to him, his eyes burning. "The plan is simple. I end this. Tonight."

Ayush swallowed. "Arnav—"

But Arnav wasn’t listening anymore. He picked up his phone and dialed.

"Get my car ready. Now."

And then, without another word—he walked out.

Anirudh and Ayush exchanged a glance.

"Are we letting him do this alone?" Aryan asked, running back in.

Anirudh exhaled. "Like hell we are."

The Reckoning

Siddharth Malhotra’s mansion was heavily guarded. Armed men stood at the gates, their faces unreadable.

Then, they saw him.

Arnav Oberoi.

He didn’t slow down. Didn’t hesitate.

The moment one of the guards raised his gun—Arnav moved.

FAST.

Before the man could react, Arnav grabbed his wrist, twisted it sharply—CRACK. The gun fell to the ground.

The next guard lunged. Arnav punched him straight in the jaw.

The rest hesitated. They had heard of Arnav Oberoi. But they had never seen this side of him.

And then—Anirudh, Ayush, and Aryan arrived.

"You’re not doing this alone, bhai," Ayush muttered, cracking his knuckles.

Anirudh sighed. "This is the dumbest thing we’ve ever done."

Aryan grinned. "And I love it."

The battle began.

Guards rushed at them. Fists flew. Pain didn’t matter. The Oberoi brothers fought as one, taking down anyone in their way.

Until—

Siddharth Malhotra stepped out.

Calm. Smirking.

"So, the Oberois finally decided to play dirty?"

Arnav walked straight toward him.

And then—he punched him.

Hard.

Siddharth stumbled back, blood trickling from his lip. His smirk vanished.

"You messed with my family," Arnav’s voice was cold, deadly. "Now, you pay the price."

Siddharth laughed, wiping his lip. "And what are you going to do? Kill me?"

Arnav stepped closer. "No." His smirk returned, but it was terrifying. "I’m going to destroy everything you love."

Siddharth’s face paled.

And for the first time—he knew.

He had made a mistake.

To Be Continued…