Ishaan, Pari, and Ayaan drove to their beach house, and from there, they headed to Ishaan’s yacht that was already waiting for them. Ayaan stretched his arms and looked around at the calm, serene night, the gentle sea breeze brushing against his face.
Ishaan and Pari stood by the railing, watching the quiet waves. Ishaan hugged her from behind, pressing a kiss to her nape as his hands rubbed her arms. Pari leaned back into his chest, smiling, feeling content and safe in his embrace.
Ayaan watched them for a moment before grinning and suddenly wrapping his arms around Ishaan from behind.
“Aww, I love you, Ishu baby. Please, let’s have dinner first before you go crazy in love,” Ayaan mumbled, making Pari burst out laughing.
Ayaan rubbed his cheek against Ishaan’s back to tease him further. Ishaan groaned, let go of Pari, and turned toward Ayaan with mock annoyance. Ayaan fluttered his eyelashes dramatically, and Ishaan started chasing him around the deck. Pari sat on the sun lounger, laughing, and in less than a minute, the two returned with Ayaan hanging off Ishaan’s back.
“Aren’t you missing Zara now? You’ve been away from her for more than twenty-four hours,” Ishaan teased.
“I miss her like hell,” Ayaan groaned, sitting down next to Pari. “But it’s our family we’re fighting for, so I’ll bear it until we return home. Maybe I’ll take her on a vacation after this.”
Ishaan ruffled his hair with a smile. Together, they entered the deck where dinner was laid out for them. After they finished eating, Ishaan nodded at his Chief of Security, who led them down to the lower deck, where Varun, his family, and Meghna were being held hostage.
“Wow, what a sight to see in the middle of the sea,” Ishaan said with a smirk.
“Bro, you’re rhyming,” Ayaan said, giggling as he tossed a piece of snack into his mouth from the bowl he was carrying. Pari chuckled beside him.
“Ishaan, you coward. Why did you kidnap us?” Varun shouted, teeth clenched in anger.
Ishaan chuckled and sat on a single couch opposite them, with Pari and Ayaan seated on either side of the armrests.
“Actually, it’s been a while since we had any fun, So we thought we’d try a different kind of entertainment this time. Plus, we wanted to show our parents that they’re getting old and it’s time for them to step down from everything, especially my dad. He still thinks he’s the hero, and I just wanted to prove that his sons are the real heroes now.” Ayaan said casually and winked at Pari, and Ishaan chuckled at his words.
“Stop it, you little goblin. How dare you kidnap us? Let us go right now!” Varun yelled.
Ayaan walked straight up to him and slapped him across the face.
“Don’t you dare raise your voice. Shut your mouth and open it only to answer our questions,” Ayaan warned him. Gone was the chocolate-boy act and before Varun now stood the fierce, dangerous blood of the Rey-Badrinath family.
“Let’s have a calm discussion, Varun. Tell me who’s behind all your plans and how long this has been in the works. Confess everything and we’ll discuss releasing you,” Ishaan said, watching Varun, who seemed to be thinking and exchanging looks with his family.
A few minutes later Varun turned his attention to Ishaan.
“What will I get in return for revealing everything, and how do you expect me to trust you’ll release us?” he asked, his gaze fixed on Ishaan.
Ishaan shrugged.
“I don’t see you have any other options. Either you confess and let me consider releasing you, or you don’t. I’ll even give you the privilege to demand anything you want in return for your confession,” Ishaan said.
“You’re being too kind, bro.” Ayaan scoffed.
Varun hung his head as if weighing his demands.
“I want ₹10,000 crore in cash and half the diamonds in the container on the ship that belongs to your father. If you doubt me, call him, he’ll direct you to the treasure hidden at sea. Release my family and I’ll stay in your custody. Fulfill my demands and I’ll confess everything,” Varun said.
Ishaan laughed, threw his head back, then stood up, pressing his palm against the armrest.
“Why am I not surprised that you know more than you should? Fine, since the cat’s out of the bag, let me show you something interesting that might spice up our conversation.” Ishaan said with a dry smirk.
He gave a nod to his chief of security, who immediately turned on the TV and played a series of videos.
Varun and his family were stunned to see detailed footage of the secret base from where Kabeer had been running his network. The next clip showed the captured boys confessing that they had been sent by Kabeer to tarnish Ishaan’s name and reputation. Everyone in the room froze, their faces pale as they watched the evidence unfold.
Ishaan then turned to his chief security officer. “Release these videos to every TV channel and social media platform,” he ordered calmly.
Once done, he turned back to Varun, slowly rolling up his sleeve before landing a punch square on Varun’s face.
Varun’s family and Meghna gasped, their screams echoing in the room as blood trickled down his lip. Pari flinched at every blow, yet a faint smile played on her lips, enjoying the sight of Varun’s suffering. Ayaan pinched her arm lightly and popped a peanut into her mouth.
“A show without snacks isn’t worth it, sister-in-law,” Ayaan teased.
Ishaan grabbed Varun by the collar and slapped him hard, his jaw tightening with rage.
“You bastard,” he hissed. “You really thought we were fools, blind to everything happening around us? We knew you were playing both sides between me and Pari since college. But unlike you, we’re not impulsive. We dig deep before striking. So when my father and mamu started looking into you, things got… interesting. They brought me in and trust me, there was nothing about you that made sense. That’s when we realized you weren’t just some rival. You were an external parasite.”
He yanked Varun closer, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous tone.
“So we decided to find your host. But I’ll give credit where it’s due, he was clever. We had people tailing you, our bugs, our hackers, all failed to trace the mastermind behind you. We weren’t ashamed. We just decided to wait. You know why?” Ishaan leaned in, his glare piercing through Varun. “Because even the smartest man can’t keep playing forever without making one mistake. And we waited… for that one single mistake.”
Varun’s face tightened, and his furious gaze shifted toward Meghna.
Ayaan and Pari burst into laughter at the sight of Varun and Meghna’s stunned faces.
“I told you to wait until the wedding was over, but you were so stubborn and stupid. Look where it got us now. A man who can’t control his lust will never win in life,” Varun’s father snapped furiously, his voice echoing in the room. Varun stayed silent, his jaw clenched in humiliation.
“You tried to tarnish my reputation and that was your biggest mistake, You wanted to burn me into ashes, but I rise, not as a phoenix, but as a warrior reborn.” Ishaan said coldly.
He gestured to his Chief of Security, who immediately switched on the TV. The news channels were flooded with breaking headlines featuring the opposition party head, Pratap Chauhan, and his son, Kabir Chauhan.
A formal complaint had been filed on behalf of Ishaan, requesting strict legal action against both father and son.
The boys who had been caught were handed over to the police, and Ishaan’s men continued hunting down others connected to Kabir’s network. Several members had already confessed, revealing that the viral video was their fabrication — just a casual lovers’ quarrel twisted into a scandal against Ishaan.
Varun and Meghna exchanged shocked glances before looking up at Ishaan, who smirked.
“Surprised? Or just shocked that Kabir took the blame? That was my plan, to erase every trace of confusion once and for all. Ishaan Rey Badrinath is back. It’s high time you understood that we are the untouchables and once you cross that line, the consequences are inevitable.” Ishaan taunted.
His voice hardened as he gritted his teeth and kicked Varun across the floor. Ishaan untied him roughly, dragged him by the collar, and slammed his head against the wall before throwing him down at Pari’s feet.
Pari pressed her heel under Varun’s chin, lifting his bloodied face with a cruel smirk. Her gaze shifted to Meghna, who was trembling with rage.
“Oh my, my… are you upset that your fiancé is lying at my feet? Serves you right, sweetheart. If you both had truly loved each other, if all you wanted was my money or revenge, you could have played it fair. But you chose to be dirty… by playing with my emotions?” she mocked.
She slapped Varun hard across the face. He clenched his jaw, eyes blazing with humiliation and fury.
Ayaan pulled Varun away, and both he and Ishaan began thrashing him mercilessly.
“Tell us everything from the beginning. How did he come into the picture, and what was he expecting out of this?” Ishaan shouted, shoving Varun hard against the wall, his rage barely contained.
Varun spat blood onto the floor, breathing heavily. “Water…” he croaked.
Ayaan handed him a glass, and Varun gulped it down shakily before continuing.
“I didn’t know anything about his plan… or my father’s involvement until after I finished school,” Varun began, his voice trembling. “It was my grandmother who wanted revenge, she orchestrated everything. Before I joined college, my father told me the truth. They wanted me to trap Pari, marry her, and then claim at least half of the Rey empire… along with the money hidden in your father’s container. I played along, but then I met Meghna. I fell in love with her. We met during a business meet, and I shared everything with her. We dated secretly.”
He paused, wiping the blood from his lip.
“My father warned me to stay away from Meghna and focus on Pari until after the marriage. I tried to balance both. We planned to introduce Meghna as family later, so no one would question our meetings after the wedding. Since this was all planned from the start, I had someone follow you in college and record everything about you. That’s how I got the video. My father said we’d use it at the right time. When our plan started collapsing, we decided to play dirty and release it. But since we knew you were tracking my network, we used the gardener to leak it instead.”
Before he could speak further, Ishaan punched him again — again and again — his fury exploding beyond control.
Varun’s screams filled the air, mingling with the terrified cries of his parents and Meghna.
“I told you, I’d kill you for even daring to lay your hands on my Pari” Ishaan growled between his punches.
With a final brutal blow to Varun’s chest, Ishaan’s fist crushed his heart. Blood splattered across Ishaan’s face and shirt as Varun collapsed lifelessly to the floor.
The screams stopped. Silence swallowed the room.
Ishaan turned slowly toward Varun’s father — his expression cold, predatory.
“No… no… please, don’t. Please forgive me. You’ve already killed my son… I’ll never cross paths with you again. I’ll confess everything to the police. Just let us go”, Varun’s father stammered, trembling violently.
Ishaan grabbed his collar and slapped him hard across the face.
“You greedy bastard, even after knowing what happened to that old witch’s son and daughter, you still helped her in her revenge? You should’ve realized the moment you agreed to stand with her, you signed your own death.”, he spat.
He leaned closer, his voice low and dangerous.
“My mother is a clean politician. She despises dirty politics. But my grandfather-in-law? He still plays both sides and right now, he’ll be pulling every string to destroy Pratap and Kabir Chauhan along with their party. My family won’t have to do a thing. We’ll just sit back… and watch the empire crumble.”
Just then, Ishaan’s Chief Security Officer stepped forward.
“Sir, we have a new guest.” he said.
Ishaan smirked, wiping the blood from his cheek.
“Wow… another bastard as guest for tonight. Welcome Mr. Kabir “
*************************************
A/N:
Please like and comment
Take care and Thank you
