Heena looked at her dad and Deepak with a faint smile and asked, "Of course...!! You'll find a better guy for me than Devansh Kapoor, Dad. But will that guy be as powerful as Devansh Kapoor?"
Mr. Mahesh was at a loss for words after hearing Heena's question.
He knew very well that no matter how good a guy might be, he could never match Devansh Kapoor's power.
Hearing the father-daughter conversation, Deepak clenched his fists in hatred and anger, his teeth grinding together.
His eyes reflected an intense hatred for Devansh.
Devansh was his elder brother.
Deepak was 24 years old, and Devansh was two years older than him.
But despite being brothers, no one in the world could possibly hate anyone as much as Deepak hated Devansh.
The primary reason for Deepak's hatred toward Devansh was the death of his dad and elder brother.
Deepak was only seventeen years old when he witnessed Devansh brutally torturing and killing their dad and elder brother.
At the time of his brother's death, there wasn't a single part of his body left untouched by Devansh's bullets.
And his father, Naman Kapoor...!!
Devansh had ruthlessly tortured him in front of Deepak's eyes, using a burning iron rod as if he were some butcher.
Heena's question once again brought back the horrifying and painful memories for Deepak.
Memories of the time when Devansh had killed their own father and elder brother.
The old wounds that Deepak carried—wounds that would never heal—were once again ripped open.
For most people, these incidents might have been mere rumors, but Deepak, Heena's father, and the entire Kapoor family were witnesses to the brutality and savagery of Devansh.
They had seen Devansh's cruelty and monstrosity with their own eyes.
However, very few people truly knew the real reason behind Devansh's savagery.
But Deepak no longer cared about the reasons.
He only knew one thing—that Devansh had killed his dad and brother. And he wanted to kill Devansh. He wanted him to suffer.
He wanted to make Devansh feel the pain that he had endured for the past seven years in the absence of his dad and brother.
Heena noticed Deepak's anger-filled face with a hidden smile. After all, that was her intention.
The purpose of her question was to provoke Deepak and force him to lose his composure.
After cleverly concealing her evil smile and dangerous intentions,
Heena began flipping through the pages of the file in her hand and, intending to grab everyone's attention, said in a serious tone, "The girl…!! The one Mr. Devansh referred to as his wife last night—her full name is Anesha Mathur, the eldest daughter of Brigadier Amar Mathur."
"Brigadier Amar Mathur's daughter…!! Are you talking about the same Mathur family, Heena...!! The one where eight members committed mass suicide ten years ago? The Mathur family involved in that famous Delhi exorcism case...!!" Mr. Mahesh asked, pondering over Heena's words.
Heena nodded and said, "Yes, Dad...!! The same army family whose deaths have remained a mystery to this day. The one whose exorcism case was highly sensational at the time...!!"
Mr. Mahesh, now even more curious to know about Anesha, looked at his daughter expectantly.
Understanding his curiosity, Heena began reading more about Anesha's background: "Four years ago…!! Anesha Mathur left Delhi. For two years after that, there was no information about her whereabouts. But two years ago, she suddenly surfaced in Mumbai. Since then, she's been living there with her younger brother."
Mr. Mahesh, noticing Heena's pause, asked, "Is this all the information you've got...?? There's nothing useful in it, Heena...!!"
"Yes, Dad...!! There's nothing directly useful in it. But there's one thing suspicious about Anesha Mathur, Dad...!! When her parents died, her uncles deceitfully snatched away her entire property. At that time, Anesha Mathur and her brother...?? They were left homeless and starving...!! But two years ago, when Anesha resurfaced in Mumbai, she was living a lavish lifestyle. She now has everything, Dad...!! Money, cars, a house—everything...!!"
Listening to his daughter, Mr. Mahesh said with a sarcastic and disdainful tone, "You're too naive, Heena...!! That cunning girl must have trapped Devansh Kapoor. Naturally, she'd now have a luxurious life."
Hearing her dad speak so harshly about Anesha brought a satisfied and delighted smile to Heena's face.
However, unlike her, Deepak, who had been listening to their conversation for a while, was now fuming with rage.
He didn't care about Anesha. All he wanted was to make Devansh suffer.
Glaring angrily at Heena and Mr. Mahesh, Deepak gritted his teeth and said, "I didn't allow you to come here to dig up that girl's life story, Heena. I just want to know how you'll help me take my revenge...!! How can I make Devansh suffer??"
Hearing this, Heena got up from her seat.
She walked to Deepak's work desk, smiled, and said, "By killing Anesha Mathur...!! Deepak, by killing Anesha Mathur...!! After that girl's death, I'll have Devansh, and you'll get your revenge...!! Because that day, I saw love in Devansh's eyes for that girl. His every move reflected his concern for her. He gouged out my brother's eyes just because he looked at that girl with ill intent. But amidst all that, he put ear buds in her ears so that she wouldn't hear my brother's screams and disturb her sleep...!! Just think—if someone like Devansh Kapoor can care so much about someone, how much would he suffer after losing her...!!"
The thought of Devansh's behavior toward Anesha and their closeness burned Heena with jealousy.
Deepak listened intently to Heena, observing her carefully...!!
Staring into her scheming eyes, a sly smile crept onto Deepak's lips.
Heena might have shared only a part of her plan, but Deepak was sharp enough to grasp her entire dangerous strategy.
On the other hand,
Devansh emerged from an army camp situated deep within a forest area in Mumbai.
For once, his face was unmasked.
Yet, as always, his strikingly handsome features remained devoid of any emotion. His piercing eyes were as inscrutable as ever.
Walking alongside and trailing behind him were several high-ranking army officers, all clad in their authoritative demeanor.
Unlike Devansh, the officers were engaged in hushed discussions, their tones heavy with seriousness. It was clear they had just concluded a prolonged meeting.
Each of their expressions bore a mix of respect and fear—both unmistakably directed at Devansh.
At one corner of the army base, where three of Devansh's helicopters stood waiting,
Brigadier Karanveer Rana extended a firm handshake to him, his voice laced with reverence as he said, "He's in our custody, sir. We'll extract something useful from him soon."
"I hope so, Mr. Rana," Devansh replied in a calm, steady tone.
For six deliberate seconds, Devansh held Brigadier Rana's gaze, his eyes unyielding and inscrutable.
Then, with an almost imperceptible smile, he turned and headed towards his chopper.
Before the Brigadier could decipher the meaning behind that fleeting smile, Sumit approached from behind and leaned in to whisper something into his ear.
Hearing Sumit's words, Brigadier Rana's eyes widened in disbelief as he turned to face him.
Sumit, offering a faint smile, said in a low yet deliberate tone, "Be careful, Mr. Rana."
As Sumit walked away, the Brigadier's face darkened, his expression grim and foreboding. Moments later, his eyes blazed with fury, and he began scanning the officers around him with a piercing glare.
Meanwhile,
Inside the chopper, Sumit stole a glance at Devansh, who sat quietly, his head resting against the seat, eyes closed, exuding an air of impenetrable calm.
After a moment's hesitation, Sumit broke the silence, saying, "Madam has arrived in Delhi, Boss."
Devansh opened his eyes briefly, casting a fleeting glance at Sumit, before shutting them again without uttering a word.
His silence was commanding, and with it, an oppressive stillness settled within the chopper.
Flying above the dense jungle, two sleek black choppers flanked Devansh's on either side, forming an impenetrable escort.
After a while, Devansh broke the silence with a single, clipped word: "Spain."
Hearing this, Sumit swiftly pulled out his phone, his fingers flying across the screen.
Meanwhile,
At Delhi's domestic airport, Anesha stepped out into the bustling evening air.
Dressed in a simple T-shirt, jeans, sneakers, and a basketball cap, her attire was understated yet effortlessly stylish.
Her eyes immediately landed on a sleek black limousine parked directly ahead.
Letting out a soft groan, she muttered to herself, "This chatterbox made it here too."
Scanning her surroundings, she noted, as expected, the presence of three additional cars stationed around the limousine—each carrying a team of bodyguards.
Adjusting her cap, Anesha continued to eye the cars, resigned to what was coming.
Just then, the limousine door opened, and a stunning young woman stepped out.
With sharp, striking features, dressed in a red knee-length dress paired with black high heels, the woman was none other than Shikha Awasthi.
The only daughter of Delhi's prominent business tycoon, Sushil Awasthi, and a renowned YouTube blogger.
After giving Anesha a deliberate once-over, Shikha's lips curved into a broad smile as recognition dawned.
Without hesitation, Shikha strutted confidently toward Anesha, heels clicking against the pavement, and threw her arms around her in an exuberant hug.
"Anesha, darling! You're just as special as your name suggests," she exclaimed. "Congratulations on hitting 195 million subscribers! Now hurry up and get to 200 million with your iconic one-liners and roasting skills. My eyes are desperate to see you cross that milestone!"
Anesha chuckled, hugging her back as she replied, "Thanks, yaar! Looks like you're more excited about my 200 million subscribers than I am."
"Of course I am! Why shouldn't I be? It's not like I'll ever hit those numbers. At least let me bask in your glory, sister," Shikha quipped, pouting playfully.
Anesha was no ordinary YouTuber. She was a phenomenon—mysterious, captivating, and immensely popular.
She had first met Shikha a year and a half ago at a YouTube event in Mumbai. Since then, Shikha had practically attached herself to her.
Listening to Shikha's endless chatter, Anesha allowed herself to be led to the limousine.
Though she had no idea how Shikha had learned about her arrival in Delhi, she knew one thing for sure—Shikha wasn't going to leave her alone now.
The car halted outside Delhi's most exclusive nightclub.
Frowning, Anesha turned to Shikha and asked, "Why did you stop the car here?"
"Oh, Anesha baby! I need to meet a producer here. It'll only take ten minutes. Just sit here quietly and drink some milk while I'm gone," Shikha teased, patting her head with a playful smile.
Anesha immediately refused, but Shikha, being Shikha, was impossible to argue with.
She dragged Anesha inside the club by force.
After seating her at the side bar counter, handing her a glass of juice, and blowing her a quick kiss, Shikha disappeared upstairs to meet the producer.
Left alone, Anesha sat at the bar, absentmindedly swirling the straw in her glass as she glanced around.
Just then, a man holding a glass of wine approached her.
With a sly smile, he leaned toward her and said in a flirtatious tone, "Hello, Anesha darling! You're back in Delhi, and you didn't even think to inform your lover? That's very bad."
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Why did Devansh take the lives of his father and brother?
Will Heena and Deepak succeed in their schemes?
What was the real reason behind Devansh's visit to the army base?
To know…
To be continued...