Recap: Vishwanath plans against Vikram
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Pugazh had called Rakshat the night before, asking him to visit Vikram Mansion the next morning. As the family gathered around the dining table, laughing and chatting over breakfast, Rakshat entered with a bright smile.
“Congrats, Pugazh, Pranitha,” he said, greeting the couple warmly.
“Thank you,” Pranitha and Pugazh said in unison, smiling at him. Pugazh shot him a knowing look.
Vikram leaned back, arms crossed. “What’s happening, Rakshat? We haven’t seen you around lately.”
“Nothing much,” Rakshat replied, casually. “Just sort of busy.”
“Is it?” Vikram asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Yes, Vikky,” Pugazh joined in with a smirk. “Poor fellow is very busy.”
“Why do I feel sarcasm in your words?” Rakshat narrowed his eyes.
“Do you feel that, Vikram?” Pugazh said innocently.
“No, Pugazh. Rakshat, did you really feel his words were sarcastic?” Vikram teased, suppressing a grin.
“Something’s going on… and I’m not sure what it is.” Rakshat thought and he turned toward Sana, who gave him a sheepish look.
“She blurted it out, didn’t she? ” he thought and hesitated for a while.
Vikram cleared his throat, smirking. “What are you thinking about, or where are you lost, Mr. Rakshat?”
“Okay, fine,” Rakshat said, exhaling. “Shoot your questions.”
“We have nothing to ask you,” Vikram replied nonchalantly.
“Okay, okay,” Rakshat raised his hands in surrender. “I’ll confess everything.”
“Bro, what do you have to confess?” Pugazh asked, playing along.
“Are you shy?” Pranitha teased.
“I’m in love with a girl,” Rakshat finally confessed.
Vikram grinned. “We are aware of that. Tell us who the girl is.”
“Have patience! She’s my PA. Her name is Kayal,” he said with a shy smile.
“Finally, you confessed it,” Sana laughed.
“You blurted the secret!” Rakshat pointed at her, mock-offended.
“Sorry, it was a slip of the tongue,” Sana replied with a guilty chuckle.
“Fine,” Vikram stood up. “Let’s go talk to her family and fix the marriage. Everyone, get ready.”
“No, no, not now!” Rakshat stopped them quickly.
“Why do you stop us?” Pugazh asked.
“Just like me, she has no one in her life.”
“Ohhh,” Vikram said slowly. “So who are we then, Mr. Rakshat?”
“You’ve rewarded us nicely,” Pugazh added, pretending to be offended.
Sana put her hand on her chest dramatically. “Bro, so you never saw me as your sister all these days?”
“Oh my God!” Rakshat held his head. “I never meant that! I meant she doesn’t have a mom and dad.”
“We are with you,” Sana smiled gently. “We are your family, so stop worrying about anything.”
“Okay, Sana,” Rakshat said sincerely.
Vikram nodded. “Fine. When would you introduce her to us?”
“She’s waiting outside.”
All of them, in chorus: “WHAT?!”
They rushed to the doorstep, where Kayal was standing awkwardly, hands clasped.
“Why are you waiting outside? Please come in!” they welcomed her warmly.
Kayal smiled shyly and entered. Vikram and Pugazh glared at Rakshat.
“You brought her here for the first time and let her wait outside?” Vikram scolded. “Are you crazy?”
“Only if he had some brain,” Pranitha added, shaking her head.
“Sister-in-law,” Sana laughed, taking Kayal’s hand, “Come, let’s have food and talk later. Rakshat bro, you haven’t done well today!”
“Kayal, sorry he made you wait outside for so long,” Vikram apologized.
“I thought I’d confess to you all before introducing her…” Rakshat muttered.
“You shut your mouth,” Pugazh snapped playfully.
“Kayal, you’re family now,” Pranitha smiled. “You have us.”
Rakshat took a moment to introduce everyone to Kayal, who greeted them warmly. They sat down to finish breakfast and chat.
“How long have you been in love?” Pranitha asked, curious.
“She’s been my PA for more than two years, but we’ve been seeing each other for about six months now,” Rakshat explained. “She had a sister… but she passed away in an accident.”
Kayal lowered her gaze. Vikram reached out kindly.
“Don’t worry, Kayal. You’ll be another sister to me. We’ll take care of your wedding.”
“Okay, bro. Thank you,” Kayal replied softly.
“Where do you live?” Pranitha asked.
“I stay at a women’s hostel.”
“You don’t have to stay there anymore,” Vikram said firmly. “Stay here with us.”
“Vikram, there’s no need for that—” Rakshat began.
“Rakshat bro, shut up,” Sana cut him off.
Just then, Amudha entered the room, and Pugazh filled her in on everything.
“Amma!” Sara called, running in. “I want toys!”
“What toys do you want, princess?” Vikram asked, lifting her into his arms.
“I want a new Barbie!” she beamed.
“Okay baby, I’ll make a call and have it delivered immediately,” Vikram said.
Pranitha looked at Sana. “Sana, it’s been a long time since we went shopping. Now that Kayal’s here, how about a girls’ shopping outing? We’ll buy toys for Sara too.”
“Wow, super idea!” Sana agreed. “How about this Saturday?”
“Done,” Pranitha said. “Kayal, are you okay with it?”
“Sure, I’m okay,” Kayal nodded.
“Amma, I want to come with you!” Sara chimed in.
“Of course you will, baby,” Sana said, kissing her forehead.
“What about us?” Vikram asked, mock offended.
“We want time for ourselves,” Sana replied sassily.
“Let them go, Vikky,” Pugazh laughed. “It’s Saturday. Let’s enjoy our own plans.”
“Okay,” Vikram agreed. “But not alone. Guards will follow you.”
Then, turning to Rakshat, he asked, “When shall we plan the wedding?”
“Not now, Vikram,” Rakshat replied. “Let’s discuss it after six months. We’re working on an important project. Once that’s done, we’ll be free to plan everything.”
“Okay, as you wish.” Vikram turned to Amudha. “Amma, please inform the maid to get a room ready for Kayal. Kayal, come back to the mansion after office hours.”
With everything settled, the family finished their breakfast and prepared to leave for the day. They all bid goodbye to Sara and Amudha as they stepped out, carrying the warmth of new beginnings with them.
Vishwanath’s men were working in full swing inside Vikram’s factories, moving cautiously to execute the plan. Following Vishwanath’s orders, they had reached out to a contact who could supply them with explosives. Their target was clear—destroy Vikram’s factory and frame him in the process.
Vishwanath stood in the shadows, giving instructions over the phone.
“Buy the explosives and keep them safe,” he ordered.
“Sure, sir,” the hooligan replied.
“Make sure no one sees you. Place them inside his factory. I want them blasted on Saturday. You have four days—plan everything perfectly. I don’t want this going south. And listen… place the explosives in multiple areas. It should look like Vikram’s been dealing with them himself.”
“I’ll do everything exactly as you said, sir,” the thug said with a nod of obedience.
“You’ll get your payment once the work is done,” Vishwanath replied coldly. “You can leave now.”
The thug exited without another word. Moments later, Vishwanath’s lawyer entered the dimly lit room, carrying a folder and a cautious expression.
“Sir,” the lawyer began, “the inspection in the prison will be completed by Thursday. It’s safe to extract Akash sir by Friday night.”
Vishwanath leaned back, steepling his fingers. “Good. Make sure everything’s handled precisely. Saturday must be unforgettable for Vikram. I want him to live every second of that day in regret—for ever crossing me.”
“Everything will go as planned, sir. You needn’t worry.”
“I don’t want anything to mess this up,” Vishwanath said sharply, his voice cold as steel.
The lawyer nodded, sensing the tension. “Where will Akash sir stay once he’s out?”
“Let him stay at my old factory on the outskirts,” Vishwanath replied after a beat. “Just for one night. I’ve already arranged his escape. He’ll leave the country via sea route.”
“Where to?”
“Indonesia. He’ll stay there quietly for four years. After that, I’ll bring him back and slip him into the system again. He’ll walk free as though he served his full sentence.”
The lawyer gave a satisfied nod. “Understood, sir. I’ll take your leave now.”
“Make sure no loose ends remain,” Vishwanath muttered as the lawyer turned to go.
Meanwhile, Vishwanath’s men moved with extreme caution. Bit by bit, they smuggled the explosives into Vikram’s factory. They hid them so precisely that no one would notice—neither the staff nor the security. By Thursday, their task was complete.
“We’ve set everything perfectly,” one of the men said. “But who’s going to trigger the blast on Saturday?”
“I’ll speak to the manager and change my shift,” the other replied. “I’ll make sure everything is in place that day—and escape before it goes off.”
True to his word, he approached the factory manager and got his shift swapped to work on Saturday.
That evening, at the resort, Sana was playing with Sara in their room when Vikram walked in.
“Vikky, you’re late. What happened?” she asked.
“Got stuck in something important,” Vikram said, taking off his watch. He glanced at their daughter and smiled. “Why is our little princess still awake?”
“No, Appa! Let’s play!” Sara beamed.
“Princess, look at the time. You should be in bed by now,” Vikram said gently.
“Appa, please… Appa…” she pouted, using her softest voice.
“Fine,” he chuckled. “Just for a while.”
“You go freshen up first,” Sana said, smiling at their bond.
After refreshing himself, Vikram joined them and played with Sara for a while. Her laughter filled the room.
“Sara, princess… that’s enough for now. Let’s sleep,” Vikram said.
“Appa…” she whined again, her eyes pleading.
“No baby… come on, come on.” He scooped her up and laid her on his chest, gently caressing her hair.
Sana began to sing a soft lullaby, her voice melodic and soothing. Within minutes, Sara drifted into sleep, followed by Vikram.
Sana leaned over and kissed them both lovingly. Then she lifted Sara carefully and placed her in the middle of the bed. She pulled the duvet over them and laid down beside them, her heart full.
Sleep enveloped the small family, unaware of the storm that was being prepared for the coming Saturday.
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