Kaan toote bande ravein mittran ki gel Zindagi te maut ke vichale khelun khel Jaunseyan pe kare baithi aitbaar tu Main barat ke dekhe ae re, tilaan mein nahi tel

~ Up to you



I'm a killer.

Yes, you heard it right. I've done it and I've left men half dead because they deserved it. Loyalty matters. And if they ever dared to hurt my family, they wouldn't just be half dead. They'd be gone. God's swear, I never regret it.

Flashback

"Bas is waqt tum apni akhri icha soch lo. Bhagane se koi faida nahi," I said, almost lazily, as I stepped out of my favorite car-a sleek black Scorpio.

[ Just think about your last wish right now. There's no use in running away. ]

The sound of my boots on the gravel was the only thing breaking the silence of the cold night. At that moment, I swore to God that no matter what it took, I wouldn't spare him. Even if it meant a straight ticket to hell.

Two weeks ago, someone had the audacity to call me and say, "Tell the world your secrets, or let me marry your sister."

Did he really think he could blackmail me? Blackmail Anirudh Singh Harsana?

I dug deep, pulling every scrap of information about him. Gaurav Kumar. Son of a so-called "respected" mafia leader. But in my eyes, he was nothing but a parasite waiting to be crushed. Tonight, I would strip away all his so-called garv and show him his place.

He thought he was safe, hiding in my building-a property I had recently bought but left abandoned, planning to rebuild it later. Poor fool didn't realize he had walked right into my trap.

My guards surrounded the building. There was no escape, no loophole. He was done for. He believed his contract and threats would give him power. What he didn't know was that tonight, he'd receive a kiss-a cold, unforgiving kiss-from my gun's barrel.

Inside, the air was thick with dust. My fingers were cold, but my resolve burned hotter than ever. I walked in, calm yet commanding.

"Hands up!" Gaurav barked, stepping out from the shadows.

I turned my back to him, scoffing at the sheer audacity. Did he really think he had the upper hand?

"Put your weapon down!" he barked again, his voice shaking.

A smirk tugged at my lips. "I don't have anything," I said, shrugging.

"Don't mess with me!" he yelled, his hands trembling as he pointed the pistol at me. "I'll kill you if I have to."

"Then do it," I said, my voice calm, almost mocking. I turned around slowly, my eyes meeting his. "Go ahead. Shoot me."

He faltered, his grip on the gun slipping ever so slightly. I took one deliberate step toward him.

His voice cracked again. "Stay back!"

"Or what?" I challenged, my tone dripping with disdain. "You'll shoot me? We both know you don't have the guts."

As he going to pull the trigger A shoot hit on his gun which cause it fall on ground. A grin appeared on my lips, Nihal, who was the shooter came out from behind.

"Face me before him," Nihal said, walking to my side. He picked up a gun from the ground and slid it into the pocket of his cargo pants.

Gaurav glanced toward the exit before sprinting toward it, only to stop abruptly when he saw my guards. He turned his head back to us, and I couldn't help but shrug at his stupidity.

I took a step closer to him and delivered a forceful punch to his cheek, making him fall to the floor. A whimper of pain escaped his mouth.

A storm of punches and kicks left him battered on the ground, gasping for air. I stepped back, fixing him with a cold stare, and signaled to my guards. "Take him to his house."

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We drove in silence, my anger simmering just beneath the surface. When we arrived, his parents stood frozen in the doorway, their faces pale as Nihal stepped forward and tell them the entire truth.

"This is the first and last time I'm sparing his life," I said, my tone cutting through the air like a blade. "If he even thinks about coming near my sister, I won't hold back. He's your only son-be grateful I'm letting him go for now. But don't forget, my patience has its limits."

Without waiting for a reply, I turned on my heel, sliding my hands into my pant pockets. My steps were measured, deliberate, exuding control and dominance. Nihal walked beside me, his silence reflecting the gravity of the situation, while my guards trailed behind, their presence a silent warning.

I didn't look back. The echo of my words was all I left behind, a stark reminder of what would happen if lines were crossed again.

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The next day, the news headlines screamed his name. As my family glanced at me with unease, I leaned back in my chair, unfazed.

"Koi chinta karne ki zarurat nahi. They don't have any proof, aur gawahi koi nahi dega. Agar kisi ne himmat ki, toh woh bhi marega," I said coldly, wiping my hands with a tissue.

[ No need to worry. They don't have any proof, and no one will testify. If anyone dares, they will face the same fate. ]

"Anirudh, kyun naam kharaab kar rahe ho aise?" my father asked, frustration laced in his voice. "Tum uske baare mein report karte. Khud hi sudhar jata."

[ Anirudh, why are you ruining your name like this? ]

[ You should have reported him. He would have straighten out on his own. ]

Tara, ready for college, walked over and handed me my suit. My gaze shifted to her for a moment before I turned back to my father. Without a word, I moved to the living room from the dining table.

"Toh aap keh rahe hain ki koi meri behen ko pareshan kare, uska rasta roke, mujhe blackmail karne ki koshish kare... aur main use jaane doon? Police ke hawale kardu?" My voice was calm, but the sarcasm and steel in my tone cut through the air.

[ So you're saying someone can trouble my sister, block her path, try to blackmail me... and I should just let them go? Hand them over to the police? ]

"Jo bhi Tara ya Preeti ko pareshan karega, usse mujhse mulaqat karni hi padegi," I declared, taking the suit from Tara's hands while holding my father's gaze.

[ Whoever troubles Tara or Preeti will have to deal with me. ]

"Aap chinta mat kijiye. Agar tum logon ke liye mujhe jail bhi jaana pade, toh mujhe koi farq nahi padta." I bent down to touch my grandparents' feet, sealing my promise in silence.

[ Don't worry. Even if I have to go to jail for you people, it doesn't matter to me. ]

My grandmother chuckled, shaking her head. "Iska toh mann kare toh na jaane kahan se laaye Tara ke liye ladka!"

[ If he wants, who knows where he will find a groom for Tara! ]

I allowed a faint smile to touch my lips, though my thoughts lingered elsewhere. "Aur kya dekhna, dadi, koi aisa ladka hoga jo Tara ko apni palkon par bitha kar rakhega," I said, masking the unease tightening in my chest knowing one day she will leave this house.

[And what more, Dadi? There must be someone who will cherish Tara like a queen.] ( Idk what to say this in English I'm sorry *crying* so I have put something similar )

The image of Tara's husband that I'd created in my mind is idealistic-unrealistic, even. It was my greatest fear to let her marry someone who didn't meet my expectations. Though I had told Tara I'd support her choice, deep down, the thought of her falling for someone unworthy terrified me. What if her choice disagree with my agreement?

God only knows what I'd do then.

Flashback end

I'm not afraid of anything-not the law, not punishment, not even death. The only thing I truly care about is the safety of my family, keeping them far away from those prying, creepy eyes.

Who am I? Just a man working relentlessly to achieve his dream, to secure a position so powerful that no one dares to challenge me. By God's grace, I'm the Prince of Jaipur and the President of my grandfather's and father's business empire. Everything I've done so far has made them proud, and I intend to keep it that way. Failure isn't an option.

Two time daily pooja, a life free from smoking and drinking-I've kept my discipline intact. I don't waste time on movies; they're just actors pretending and earning. I would rather focus on things that actually matter. Songs? They don't interest me either, especially since most of them revolve around love-something I've never experienced.

But there's one fear that lingers at the back of my mind. Marriage. Not the act itself, but the idea of disappointing the woman I marry. What if she has expectations I can't meet? What if she dreams of dancing together, unaware that I hate it? What if she wants me to sing for her, or watch movies, or indulge in things that just don't align with who I am?

And what if she talks too much? Would a girl like me even exist? Someone who dreams of success as much as I do. Someone quiet, mature, and understanding. Someone who doesn't burden me with unrealistic expectations.

I can promise loyalty. I can care, and I can love. But if she expects me to be bubbly or outgoing, she'll be disappointed. I'm not that man.

Maybe that's why I keep postponing the idea of marriage. I don't have the time to look for someone, to court her, to compromise my work for her. So, instead, I bury myself in my responsibilities, focusing on my goals.

It's not that I don't want to share my life with someone. It's just that I haven't found someone who would truly understand the life I lead.

To be continued.....

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