Failed Assassination?!

Late in the night…

New Delhi, Model Town – The Maurya Family Estate…

The Maurya family estate sprawled over seventeen acres of the most expensive land in the capital city. The Maurya family in Delhi was not just any wealthy clan—they controlled political power along with a vast underground business empire. 

Any new company setting foot in India had to go through them. They held a stranglehold on the market, dictating terms to businesses and ensuring that start-ups aligned with their interests. Many international brands had failed in India, primarily due to the intervention of this powerful family.

For decades, many rival families had attempted to undermine the Mauryas' influence, but they had always failed. The reason was one man—Keshav Maurya, the family patriarch. A man who had cultivated his internal energy through a hidden sect, reaching the esteemed Class Five strength. 

Now, Keshav Maurya had his own plans—he wanted his daughter, Sanvi, to walk the same path. He intended to send her to the same hidden sect where he had cultivated his power.

However, his grand plans hit a roadblock—another influential family's princess stood in his way.

At the heart of the Maurya estate, inside a lavishly decorated hall, Keshav Maurya sat on his grand patriarch chair, glaring angrily at the old man before him.

Suddenly, a young woman strode in, her modern clothing hugging her curvaceous figure. Her expression was one of impatience, her frustration evident in every step she took.

"What happened, Father? Did they fail again?" she asked, her voice sharp with anger.

The old man standing before Keshav bowed his head, his face filled with shame. He was none other than the old monk who had been humiliated by Vikram Das at the Rajput family mansion.

"Forgive me, my lady," the old monk said, his tone laced with disappointment. "A physical cultivator appeared out of nowhere and disrupted all our plans. I was this close to securing the position of personal guard for that crippled lady."

Sanvi's eyes flashed with rage. "Useless!" she snapped. "I thought this old monk would clear all our problems. And yet, here we are, back at square one. What's the use of bringing in all these so-called experts if they keep failing?"

Keshav Maurya's face darkened as his daughter continued her outburst.

"First, my brother fails to eliminate that woman with all those goons. Now, this old monk fails as well. What should we do, Father? If you don't get rid of her within three months, I will lose my opportunity to enter the Azure Lotus Sect!" she cried, her voice laced with desperation.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she clutched her father's arm. "Father, after a decade, the Azure Lotus Sect has finally opened its doors to outsiders, and because of this damned rajput princess, I may never get my chance! Please do something, Daddy."

Keshav Maurya rubbed his temples, feeling an immense headache forming. He understood the urgency of the situation. However, he couldn't simply order the death of the Rajput princess—not without severe consequences. That was why he had been using indirect means to eliminate her, but so far, every attempt had failed miserably.

To make matters worse, the old monk had just reported that a Class 10 physical cultivator had appeared to protect Princess Maya. That changed everything.

Keshav took a deep breath before standing up. He placed a comforting hand on his daughter's head and spoke in a firm, reassuring tone.

"Don't worry, my girl. Your father will ensure that you enter the Azure Lotus Sect. You are the future of our family. I will use all my wealth and power to eliminate that crippled princess and secure your place."

His words seemed to calm Sanvi, who wiped away her tears and nodded.

Later that night, Keshav sent the old monk away, compensating him handsomely despite his failure. In a world where cultivators were scarce, even a defeated Class 2 monk still commanded respect.

-

Mumbai – The Rajput Family Mansion…

Inside, the Rajput family patriarch, Prathap Rajput, sat in his study, listening intently as his secretary delivered unexpected news.

"You're telling me that a criminal was selected as the personal guard for Princess Maya?" Prathap asked, his brow furrowing in disbelief.

The secretary nodded hesitantly. "Yes, Patriarch. It was not the expected outcome. We assumed the old monk would be chosen as you also recommended him, but somehow, this Vikram Das came on top."

The patriarch leaned forward, his fingers steepled. "Who allowed this criminal to participate in the selection?"

"Vikram Das was directly recommended by the old patriarch." the secretary explained.

Prathap's expression shifted. If his father had been the one to recommend Vikram Das, then there had to be a good reason.

Without wasting another moment, Prathap left his study and made his way to the family's ancestral wing, where his elderly father resided.

Inside, the old patriarch sat by the window, gazing out into the moonlit night. He turned slowly as his son entered the room.

"Father," Prathap began, his tone respectful yet questioning, "I heard that you recommended a criminal named Das as Maya's personal guard. Why?"

The old patriarch sighed, shaking his head. "What? When did I recommended him? I merely gave him my card to offer a job."

Prathap's eyebrows shot up. "What?"

"Yes, He saved my life," the old man said, his voice calm but firm. "As you already know, the Gangsters of Mourya family ambushed me on the previous night, intending to kill me and Maya. 

Das is the one who appeared out of nowhere and defeated them single-handedly. I gave him my card as a token of gratitude. I never expected that a mere gesture would lead to him being selected as Maya's guard."

Prathap and the old patriarch exchanged glances, both realizing the gravity of the situation. A complete unknown—a criminal—had been entrusted with the safety of Princess Maya.

"Father, what do we do now?" Patriarch asked cautiously.

The old patriarch thought for a long moment before finally speaking. "For now, let's keep him. We will observe him closely. After all, you said, he defeated the old monk in combat. That alone proves that he is not an ordinary-man."

Prathap nodded, though the uncertainty remained in his heart.