Abhimanyu's POV

Right after my father revealed that Samrat knows Samyukta's whereabouts, I immediately set my men to keep an eye on him. Within a couple of days, I discovered that he had been visiting his personal tech cabin frequently at our mafia headquarters. Additionally, he had been contacting our Istanbul mafia allies quite often in the past week. I don't know why he's doing this, but I hope it's all related to my wife and that she is safe. My heart raced with a mix of hope and fear. The thought of her being hidden away, protected yet unreachable, gnawed at me. I clung to the belief that soon, I would find her and bring her back.

Right now, I am heading to Samrat's office. My blood is boiling, ready to erupt like a volcano and melt Samrat's very being. That asshole is trying to keep my wife away from me? Why the hell, man? Are you even aware of both sides of the story? I know you're worried about your sister and I've done enough wrong to be punished, but you could have handled this better. You could have reached out to me and asked for my side too. No, you had to judge the entire situation quickly and keep your sister out of my reach.

Well, guess what? My intentions are no longer pure. I'll get your sister back even if I have to beg at her feet, but you? You're done. 

Today, you'll return to my sister with toothless gums.

I pulled my Porsche into the parking lot of the Chauhans Emporium and headed towards the VIP elevator leading to the floor where his cabin is situated.

Everyone here knows me as a Rathore, the friend of Samrat Singh Chauhan and, of course, the son-in-law of the Chauhans.

Samrat? Friend? No, my best friend. My brother. Today, I'll show him the true meaning of brotherhood.

I headed straight towards his chamber, ignoring his assistant's attempts to stop me, saying he was in a meeting. I didn't pay any heed to his words and marched inside, banging the door open.

Samrat noticed me but didn't look taken back.

I guess you saw this coming, Samrat. Great!

He quickly dismissed his staff, who left in a hurry, sensing the tension in the room as we locked eyes, neither of us breaking our hard glares. I could see the hurt mingled with anger in his eyes, which made me feel guilty for a moment, but then I quickly reminded myself that he had made my reunion with my wife more difficult.

As soon as the last person left, he got up from his chair, and by that time, I had reached him like a demon.

I grabbed his collar and smacked his face with my right wrist. He staggered back but managed to stay standing with the support of his armchair. In retaliation, he swung at me, landing a solid punch on my nose, making me stumble back, but I managed to support myself by holding onto his glass table.

I looked at him, regaining my partially lost senses, and saw his lips bleeding. A moment later, I felt blood dripping from my nose as the familiar metallic smell hit my nostrils.

But nothing affected me. I grabbed his collar again and screamed at the top of my lungs.

"You fucker! How dare you keep my wife away from me?"

He suddenly punched me in the abdomen, making me fall to the ground.

"Ouch! Ahh!"

"You bloody asshole! You hurt my sister! You think I'll let you stick your ass around her anymore, huh? If I didn't love your sister, you'd be dead already!"

He threw a barrage of swears and words at me as he marched over, pulling me up by my collar.

"Get lost! Give up on my Samyukta, Abhimanyu. Otherwise, I won't think twice before digging your grave."

He threatened me with a hoarse voice dripping with intensity.

Smack

"Give up! Hah! You smack bloody smack fucker smack. Give up! smack I'll give up smack on her smack."

His lips and eyes were bleeding. I spared his nose for my sister's sake; after all, she chose him for a lifetime. Had she not chosen him, he wouldn't be standing here now.

He was blinking forcefully, trying to stay awake, holding onto his armchair, finally sitting down with great effort.

Our heavy breaths were the only sounds in the room.

"You will see us get back together, and her carrying our baby in her womb. And on top of that—she'll be happy!"

I declared and started heading back, but suddenly I heard him say,

"She's in Istanbul."

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