Episode 25 : "The Calm Before the Storm"
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(Veer’s POV)
I saw her.
In a room full of dancers, my eyes found her again—and this time, there was no rain, no blood, no panic. Just her, in that soft light, teaching dance with a calm so unreal it made my pulse spike. Her hair was tied in a lazy bun, her eyes gentle, and her movements carried a kind of grace you don’t see often in this cruel world.
Her eyes were innocent. Too innocent.
She looked like someone who wouldn’t hurt a soul.
But then it hit me—she’s the same girl.
The same girl from those pictures. The one Sanchit had fallen for. The girl from that night.
The girl connected to the moment my brother’s life turned into ruin.
And just like that, the rage came back. The fury I’d buried deep under silence exploded through my veins. But I swallowed it. Not now. Not here. I had to play it smart.
I reminded myself—I needed to be soft. For Sanchit. For answers.
She works here. In this very academy. I watched her for a while before stepping in. I decided then and there—if I had to burn the truth out of her, I’d do it up close. I’d drag her into my world without her even realizing it. That’s why I chose to hire her. Keep her close.
And once she’s in, she’ll see the real world. The world of Veer Singh Roy.
I walked up to her.
“Hello again,” I said. Her eyes widened. Recognition. A flicker of relief. A small, unsure smile.
“It’s you… I mean, hello,” she replied.
She asked if I was here for something. I told her I was looking for a dance tutor for my sister.
Before we could speak more, the dance academy manager called me aside.
She looked greedy. All managers do. I bribed her without flinching—offered her enough to ensure Neha would be sent to my place every day, without questions. Money has a way of silencing doubts.
A few minutes later, the manager returned, and brought Neha along.
“She’s the best we have,” she said with a rehearsed smile.
I nodded slowly. “Perfect.”
Neha looked surprised when I offered her ₹50,000 a month and a car for her travel.
I could see it in her eyes—she wasn’t used to this. She hesitated, thinking if there was a catch. There is, sweetheart. You just don’t know it yet.
She accepted the offer.
As we spoke, she glanced at me again and asked, “What’s your name?”
I gave her a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “Veer.”
She nodded. “See you tomorrow.”
Yes, you will.
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Later that night
I leaned against my car, watching the skyline from a deserted parking lot, the city below flashing like a thousand sins stitched together. My hands itched to do more. Neha was just one part of this mess. The bigger demon was still crawling in the shadows.
Aarav Malhotra.
That son of a b***h.
The bastard who pulled the trigger on Denver Bhai.
Me and Rohit had been searching every dark corner, every contact, every scrap of information we could find—but the bastard was hiding like a filthy rat in the gutter. He had gone completely underground, which only confirmed what we suspected.
He’s dangerous. Smart. And desperate.
But we were getting close.
We had traced his last location to an old property in Lonavala. Burned papers, a broken phone, and a few fake IDs. He left a trail, even if he tried not to. Rohit had someone tailing a courier he used. It was only a matter of time.
Once we find him, he’s dead.
No excuses. No forgiveness. Just a bullet to remind him you don’t mess with us.
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But even in this storm of blood and bullets, my mind kept circling back to her. Neha.
Why did she look so… unaware? Like she didn’t even know what part she played in breaking Sanchit?
Was she innocent, or just good at pretending?
Whatever it was, I’d know soon.
Because tomorrow, she walks right into my world.
And this time, she won't walk out untouched.
- Writer
