my unwanted husband

mission successful

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Previously, we saw...

"Hahaha... What are you saying, dear? I considered you my own and just came to ask for a small favor. Menaka also wants to make a name for herself in Bollywood, just like you did, but the director is demanding money. I need 60 lakh rupees from you. You understand, right? They didn't support you either, and now they’re not supporting Menaka. But I am her mother; I have to do something." Urmila spoke with deep sorrow.

"Oh, so sad! My eyes are almost filled with tears. Alright, I will give you the money, but you’ll have to sign a contract and make a video as proof. Otherwise, what if you take the money and disappear?" Anisha replied. Urmila was angered by this, but she had no other option, so she agreed. Taking the check from Anisha, she left.

As soon as she left, Anisha made a call.

"Take the check from home and make sure it gets cleared at the exact time when someone from Aviraaj Productions goes to the bank. Understood?" Anisha had an evil smile on her face. She was too cunning to get caught and never left any evidence behind.

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Flashback ends...

"I didn’t even give the money, and now I have the contract of debt in my hand. Now, Veer will also do my work happily," Anisha murmured as her eyes started closing—perhaps the effect of the sleeping pill.

Meanwhile, Veer, though angry, had finally fallen asleep after cursing Anisha countless times in his mind.

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Now, moving forward...

It was three in the morning. Large boxes were being loaded onto a ship near the shore. This was the very ship used to smuggle drugs from Mumbai to different corners of India.

"Let’s finish this, and then I’m off on a holiday to Goa. Haven’t enjoyed myself in a long time!" said Firoz Khan, 38 years old, who had been involved in the crime world since childhood. Now, he managed his brother’s business and was known as the uncrowned king of the sea, infamous for smuggling through waterways.

"Why not! Even I am exhausted. I might join you," replied one of his associates.

"Alright, the goods have been loaded. We’re leaving now. Khuda Hafiz!" Firoz said.

"Khuda Hafiz, Bhai Jaan. Give our regards to the Badshah (King)," said the man who was talking to him.

Before they could leave, a voice echoed from the ship.

"Why the hurry? We still have some unfinished business, my dear."

Everyone looked around in confusion. Then, as they looked up, they were shocked. Three men stood at the top of the ship, and the voice came from the one in the middle.

"Who are you, and what are you doing here?" Firoz demanded.

"I am your death. I am here to take your life. Want to know anything else?" The man in the middle said as he swiftly pulled out his gun and started shooting.

Firoz’s men also pulled out their guns, and soon, gunfire echoed everywhere.

"This... this is the Red Twilight Team! We won’t survive. I’m running away!" The man with Firoz recognized them and tried to escape, but Firoz shot him dead.

"In our business, running away out of fear is the same as dying. So, just die already!" Firoz said and continued firing.

Within minutes, all of Firoz’s men were dead.

Shiv walked toward Firoz. Firoz had run out of bullets and now stood helpless. The three men in front of him had come for his life.

"You can live... if you tell us where your brother is," said Red Tiger, the head of the Red Twilight Team.

"Never! I will never betray my brother," Firoz spat out.

Shiv quickly loaded his gun and fired every single bullet into Firoz’s body.

"Hope you burn in hell," Red Tiger said as they started leaving.

The third man, who had come with Shiv and the leader, looked around carefully to make sure no evidence was left behind. Before leaving, he dropped an eagle feather and walked away.

"Mission successful."

This was Rehan, the third most important member of the Red Twilight Team. Whenever there was a critical mission, it was always these three who handled it. Rehan was as cunning as he was emotional, which is why Shiv always stayed with him to ensure he made no mistakes. But now, Rehan had become much more mature and careful.

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The next morning...

Anisha was getting ready to leave for her hotel when her phone rang. She looked at the screen, sighed deeply, and reluctantly picked up the call.

"You wanted me to divorce your Badi Maa (elder mother), right? I am ready, but on one condition," said Himesh Singhania, Anisha’s elder uncle and the eldest son of the Singhania family. He had no children, and his wife Devika Himesh Singhania had to endure the taunts of the family because of this. Anisha wanted her Badi Maa to live with her, but Himesh had refused a divorce—because if Devika left, who would endure his mother’s wrath?

"Fine. Speak. What do you want?" Anisha asked in a cold voice.

"Come home first," Himesh said and cut the call.

Anisha checked the time and left for Singhania House.

The Singhania family was one of the most renowned families in Mumbai, often making headlines in the newspapers. Everyone knew Anisha Singhania, the biggest businesswoman who had become a rival to her own family. Every day, some news about her surfaced.

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"It has always been the rule of the world—whenever a disaster strikes, it’s the loved ones who stab the deepest."

Anisha leaned her head back against the car seat as she arrived at the Singhania Palace. The place was breathtaking—surrounded by colorful flowers and appearing no less than a royal mansion. It was said that during British rule, English officers used to spend their vacations here. Its antique design and grand architecture made it a marvel of its own.

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At Sunrise Palace...

"Shaurya, look, your drawing book and colors are right here, okay? Now, I’m leaving for the hotel. Take care of yourself," said Manik, as he picked up his bag. Just then, his phone rang. The screen showed "Bhabhi."

"Hello?" Manik answered after a brief pause.

"How are you? Have you eaten? Is Shaurya alright? He isn’t troubling you, right? Can’t you just come back home? Forget what Bua (aunt) said... Just come back," said Bhavika Mehta, the wife of Manik’s elder brother, Dheeraj Mehta. Their relationship was not like a typical Devar-Bhabhi (brother-in-law and sister-in-law); rather, she was like a mother to him. Bhavika’s eyes welled up with tears as she spoke.

"Bhabhi, Bua wasn’t wrong. I won’t return home until Shaurya is better. He still believes that Maa and Papa are alive. I don’t know how to tell him the truth that they are... [Manik's voice choked as tears filled his eyes]. Please just take care of yourself, Bhai, and Chiku. Don’t worry about us—we are fine here," Manik said, trying to compose himself.

"How can I not worry? You both were the first to make me feel like a mother. Next month is Chiku’s birthday—he will turn five. I hope you both will come," Bhavika said before hanging up.

Manik took a deep breath and left the house.

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