Kill her brother
The World's Most Powerful and Legendary Business Tycoon…
"Devansh Kapoor."
Standing at an imposing height of 6 feet 6 inches, Devansh Kapoor was the very embodiment of dominance and allure. His muscular physique, carved to perfection, with a broad V-shaped torso and sharply defined abs, made him appear as though sculpted by the gods. Every feature of his body radiated strength and authority.
His sharp jawline and flawless facial symmetry made him a portrait of perfection.
Even as he skated across the tumultuous waves of a raging ocean, his face remained an unreadable mask of calm.
Devansh's charisma was so magnetic that even men found themselves captivated by his presence. Yet, beneath this captivating exterior lay a silent, ominous aura—a predatory intensity, like a lone wolf in the wild.
The ocean, vast and untamable, seemed to bow before Devansh Kapoor. For once, the sea—the epitome of boundless power—appeared subdued, as though humbled by a force far greater.
His dark, penetrating gaze and the suffocating intensity of his aura silenced even the crashing waves. The rising sun, with all its splendor, seemed pale compared to the magnificence of his presence.
For an hour, Devansh toyed with the ocean's fury before disappearing into its depths.
When he reemerged two hours later, he was an arresting sight. Droplets of water clung to his damp, tousled hair, cascading down his rugged face and sculpted body. His black shorts clung to his powerful frame, accentuating every muscle. He was breathtaking, a vision of raw, untamed power.
The waves that had raged against him earlier now lay docile, as if defeated.
Devansh turned toward the sea, his cold black eyes gleaming with a dangerous glint. With a smirk curling his lips, he whispered:
"Wait for me, Baby. Your ex-husband is coming back..."
In the Cottage…
At the dining table, Anaysha served food to her younger brother, Manan. "I'm heading out with Meera to the nightclub tonight. I'll be late, so make sure you eat dinner on time and don't stay up too late," she instructed.
Manan frowned. "Di, what kind of sister are you? All my friends complain that their sisters scold them for not studying. You're the opposite—you keep telling me to study less!"
Anaysha chuckled at his complaint. Seated at the table with his chemistry book open, Manan was immersed in memorizing the periodic table.
His relentless obsession with studying often worried her. She gently snatched the book from his hands.
"Di(Sister), this is so unfair!" Manan protested, pouting.
"Sweetheart, I know what's fair. Now focus on your dinner instead of your studies," she replied with mock sternness.
Manan opened his mouth to argue, but Anaysha silenced him with a firm look. "No more complaints. Eat."
Placing his book back in his room, she paused by the family portrait on the wall.
The photograph captured a time when their family had been whole, filled with warmth and laughter. That was before the tragic, mysterious incident that shattered their lives—a mystery that remained unsolved to this day.
Later that evening, Anaysha stood before her mirror, securing her long, silky hair into a high ponytail.
At 5 feet 7 inches, with her luminous porcelain skin and delicately defined features, she looked like a character from a timeless fairytale. Her youthful charm was enchanting, her beauty a vision that lingered in one's mind.
Dressed to perfection, she walked out to find Manan. "How do I look?" she asked, her voice light yet teasing.
Manan smiled. "Beautiful, as always."
Ruffling his hair affectionately, she kissed his forehead. "Take care of yourself, okay? And don't forget what I said."
As Anaysha drove off, a sleek black Range Rover remained parked not far from the cottage.
Inside, a man cloaked in a black hoodie and mask spoke into a phone. "She's left. What's the next move?"
A deep voice on the other end replied coldly, "Kill her brother. Leave no trace."
The masked man exited the car, a sharp blade gleaming in his hand, and silently approached the cottage.
He entered the living room with measured steps. Manan, engrossed in a wildlife documentary on TV, was oblivious to the danger.
The masked intruder raised his knife, its blade glinting ominously in the dim light, and lunged at the boy.
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Who is this mysterious attacker?
What grudge does he hold against Anaysha?
Can Manan escape his sinister intentions?
To know…
To be continued…