Chapter 148: End Of A Grudge(Saving Akhil)

Jayesh stood on the terrace, phone pressed to his ear, waiting for Amir’s update. It had been ten minutes since he had gone down with five of his men.

There was no sign of Raju outside. The firing had completely stopped, but his mind raised an alarm. If everything was alright, then why hadn’t he—or anyone—contacted them yet?

He looked around at his surroundings.

On the terrace, seventeen people had taken position alongside him—three of his own personal guards, and the rest Amir’s loyalists.

None of them looked convincing enough to hold their ground, except for a few like Shekhar and the other loyalists, who kept a strict watch over everyone.

Then the kitchen exploded.

Boom.

The entire structure shook violently. Flames burst out from the western windows of the main building. Thick black smoke billowed into the night sky. Shouts and panic erupted from the lower floors and the courtyard.

Jayesh’s face turned pale. "What the hell was that?!"

One of his guards suggested, "Should we send someone to check?"

These were Jayesh’s personal guards—ex-Russian military personnel, highly trained and meant to serve his purpose at any cost. Unhinged.

Each of them was armed with an AK-103, while the rest had been given Lee-Enfield bolt-action rifles, requiring repeated loading before firing.

Jayesh rubbed his temple. "No... this doesn’t feel right. We need to retreat now, while we still have time."

Shekhar sharply protested, gripping the AK-47 he had received as a direct subordinate privilege. There was manic defiance in his voice. "No one leaves this place until the boss returns. He told us to hold the position for a reason."

Several men nodded, raising their weapons slightly.

Jayesh tried to reason with him. "Don’t be impulsive. Raju is coming with everything he has. If we stay, we die here like dogs. I’m offering you a way out. Follow me, and you live. Stay, and you die for nothing."

Shekhar raised his AK threateningly. "You don’t give orders here—"

Two of Jayesh’s elite guards shot him instantly.

Shekhar dropped dead.

The terrace went silent.

A few more faces turned pale, but one man still looked unconvinced and raised his gun toward Jayesh. Before he could fire, one of Jayesh’s guards shot him without hesitation.

"Why did he do that? Aren’t we allies?"

"What’s going to happen?"

Jayesh felt a flicker of frustration as trust crumbled and panic spread. This was turning into complete chaos. That idiot Shekhar shouldn’t have pointed his gun at him. His guards were trained to eliminate any threat instantly, and the language barrier only made things worse. But now, who would explain that he hadn’t intended this outcome?

He looked at them and said in Russian, "Fuck it... kill them all. I’m not carrying any dead weight."

Some of the remaining men protested, demanding an explanation, their expressions confused and fearful—but it was too late.

Jayesh gave a cold nod.

His trained guards raised their weapons and opened fire without hesitation.

Bodies dropped. Blood pooled across the terrace floor.

Jayesh exhaled slowly. "Good... let’s get downstairs."

They moved down the stairs and stopped in front of the bedroom. The door was locked. Milana stood guard.

Jayesh spoke, "We retreat to the garage. Bring the boy."

Milana stepped aside.

Jayesh opened the door.

Inside, Akhil lay blindfolded and tied up. They had moved him here earlier after receiving insider information about Raju’s incoming attack. Since he was too valuable to kill, he had been secured inside.

Akhil’s voice trembled. "Who are you? What’s going to happen to me now? What more do you want from me?"

His words cut off as Milana struck the back of his neck with her gun, knocking him unconscious.

One of Jayesh’s guards, Petrov—heavy and muscular—hoisted Akhil over his shoulder.

Without wasting another second, they rushed toward the garage at the rear.

***

Rohit rushed to the garage, only to hear heavy gunfire erupting from the main building. He stopped instantly.

Pressing himself against the wall, he steadied his breathing and scanned ahead. Moments later, he spotted Jayesh sprinting toward the garage from a distance.

His phone rang.

With the fire raging wildly, the noise masked it completely. No one seemed to notice.

It was Raju again.

"Partner, we received your lackey’s call. We’re on our way to handle them. Don’t be reckless and try to take them on alone."

Rohit replied, "Then be fast... we don’t have time."

He cut the call abruptly.

***

Jayesh finally felt his breath ease as he settled inside his car. It was a bulletproof vehicle, and even if Raju’s men showed up, they wouldn’t be able to touch a hair on his head.

He regretted staying this long. He could have fled earlier, but in his attempt to secure a favorable position with Ahmed’s gang, he had made the mistake of lingering.

Now nothing mattered. Whether Amir lived or died was irrelevant. Saving his own skin was what mattered.

If Amir ever came asking what went wrong, he could always pin the blame on Raju’s hired assassins ambushing them.

Milana, seated in the driver’s seat, started the engine. They rushed toward the gate, only to stop abruptly.

"Sir... there’s a problem."

Ahead, just before the gate, their path to freedom—a boy around his age stood waiting, a familiar face, pointing a gun at the car.

Jayesh’s eyes widened.

"Rohit?"

The next second, Rohit fired.

The bullet slammed into the front glass, stopped cold by the reinforced shield.

"Sir, orders!" Milana called out, snapping out of her stupor.

But Jayesh remained frozen, caught in indecision..

Rohit? A billionaire heir... his rival... someone who had always relied on restraint and defiance instead of violence—now standing here, aligned with rival factions, pointing a gun at him?

Had all of it been a facade?

There was no time to think.

Another bullet struck the windshield.

Jayesh gritted his teeth. Killing Rohit would bring major backlash, but hesitation would get him killed.

"Damn it, you idiot. If you want to die, then so be it."

He turned sharply. "Milana—ram him. We go straight out of this hellhole."

Milana shifted gears. The car surged forward.

Rohit’s eyebrows furrowed. He adjusted his aim, lowering it toward the tires, and fired.

One shot. Two. Three.

The tires burst.

Milana struggled to control the wheel, but it slipped. The car veered off track and slammed into the boundary wall.

Everyone jerked violently, momentarily disoriented, before regaining composure.

Two of his guards stepped out to check.

Rohit wasn’t there.

Then—

A gunshot rang out.

One of the guards dropped instantly, a bullet tearing through his head from behind.

Petrov reacted immediately, diving into cover.

"Boss, Gregory’s dead. Stay inside."

He paused, then fired toward the source—bullets tearing into the tree where the shot had come from.

Jayesh, still reeling, snapped, "What are you waiting for? Go check!"

Petrov nodded and moved cautiously.

A shot rang out.

He dropped.

Rohit emerged from behind another tree. After firing the first shot, he had already repositioned while they were still taking cover.

Jayesh slammed his fist against his thigh.

"Fuck... Milana, take him out."

But she refused, pointing toward distant lights approaching.

"More reinforcements..," she said, her voice tight with the loss of her colleagues, but her focus remained sharp.

Jayesh glanced back at Akhil and cursed. "All because of this idiot. Damn it."

He gestured sharply. "Take him. Use him as a shield. We move out. Let’s see if he dares to shoot."

Milana nodded.

They grabbed Akhil’s body and positioned it between themselves and Rohit’s hidden direction, moving toward the gate.

Jayesh snarled, "Drop him. He won’t chase us with his life in danger."

Milana nodded.

They dropped the body and fled into the darkness, believing it would save them.

Moments later, Raju and his gang arrived at the rear gate.

They stopped near the unconscious Akhil.

Raju frowned. "What the...?"

His jaw dropped.

He looked at the burning farmhouse—the bodies of guards lying scattered, still clutching assault rifles that had given them hell—and the bulletproof car crumpled against the wall like a discarded tin can.

He turned to Happy nearby and asked, "Was the intel right? Is he really eighteen years old?"

***

Meanwhile, Jayesh and Milana rushed hard as they reached the road. They were certain they had shaken off Rohit’s pursuit. Small droplets of rain began to fall as the weather turned bad.

Jayesh leaned against a tree, catching his breath. "Rohit Singhania... once this is over, I swear..."

Bang.

Milana dropped dead.

Jayesh froze, shock locking his body as he stared into the darkness behind him. Rohit stepped into the streetlight, visibly exhausted, breathing hard. He had never stopped chasing them. Instead, he had stayed in the shadows, pursuing them silently until his prey felt safe.

He steadied his breath and began walking toward him.

Jayesh tried to grab Milana’s gun, but Rohit fired.

The bullet struck his hand.

He yelped in pain, staggering back, trying to flee.

Bang.

Another bullet hit his leg. He collapsed onto the ground, screaming in pain, his voice trembling with disbelief. "Ah... fuck, it hurts... he really shot..."

The rain now poured heavily, drenching them both, but it did nothing to calm his nerves.

Still, Jayesh forced himself to move, crawling desperately, trying to create distance between himself and Rohit.

Rohit approached slowly, each step heavy, breathing hard. "Don’t struggle. It’s pointless."

Jayesh staggered back, panic overtaking him. "Monster... you’re not Rohit. Don’t come near me... don’t..."

Rohit fired again.

The bullet passed right by his ear, making him freeze.

Rohit closed in, then drove the barrel into the wound in his leg. Jayesh screamed in agony.

"Confess," Rohit said coldly. "Who was behind Akhil’s kidnapping, and why. Everything."

By now, Jayesh had completely broken. Tears streamed down his face as he blabbered uncontrollably, words tumbling over each other.

"It was me... all me. I kidnapped Akhil. Please... spare me..."

He confessed everything—how Masato was involved, how the slum case had been part of his plan, how they tried to blackmail the judge kamalnath and later settled for bribery in exchange for his son’s safety. How he framed Rohit, the heir of the Singhania family, while colluding with his aunt, Kalyani.

Rohit scoffed. "Tell me something else. Why do you hate me so much? Why do you hate this body—this name, Singhania?"

Jayesh stopped screaming. Something deeper than pain surfaced. His expression twisted as he spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Because fake or real... you’re still a Singhania. You belong to the same family Raj Singhania belongs to."

Rohit’s gaze hardened. "And what did Raj Singhania do?"

Jayesh let out a broken grin. "You worship your father, right? You want the truth? He’s a fucking playboy bastard. He ruined my mother... and sole person behind her death. That’s right. He was a criminal—same as my dad. Feeling angry? I’ll make sure you feel the same pain. Your mother, Ragini Singhania, will face the same—"

Rohit’s patience snapped.

He pulled the trigger.

The bullet pierced Jayesh’s head, killing him instantly.

He didn’t care about his adoptive father, Raj Singhania. But Ragini was different.

Rohit stood there, staring at Jayesh’s lifeless body, feeling a hollow emptiness. It was strange—like the previous version of this body had finally settled years of buried resentment in this one encounter.

He checked the recording.

It was useless.

Too much information. Too many revelations. Even if he edited parts out, it wouldn’t make sense. Worse, it might raise suspicion against him.

He gave Jayesh’s body one last look, then turned and left the scene.

***

After two hours, at Kamal Nath’s house.

What had earlier been a light drizzle had turned into heavy rain. Lightning split the night, and the electricity had gone out. Even the emergency power had failed under the storm.

Kavita, Akhil’s mother, sat in the living room, sobbing in front of her son’s photo. Candles lined the walls, their faint glow barely lighting the room.

The lightning outside echoed the rhythm of her breaking heart.

Suddenly, the landline rang.

She wiped her tears and picked it up, hearing the voice of the security posted outside.

"Madam, Rohit Singhania has returned—"

The voice cut abruptly, as if someone had taken over the line.

Then came a familiar voice.

"Mom..."

It was Akhil.

She broke down and ran outside.

There, near the compound gate, under the pouring rain, Akhil stood leaning on Rohit’s shoulder. The security hurried to open the gate, scrambling to bring umbrellas. Both of them were completely drenched.

Kavita rushed forward and pulled Akhil into her arms, holding both of them close.

"You really brought him back... I knew only you could do it."

Moments later, Kamal Nath arrived with umbrella. He stepped out into the rain, his expression tightening as he saw Akhil and Rohit together.

The first question that came to him wasn’t relief—it was scrutiny.

"Rohit...?"

Rohit replied calmly, arm still around Kavita’s waist as he steadied Akhil, his eyes locked on Kamalnath.

"Don’t worry, Auntie. With me here, nothing will happen to your son."

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