the killer

the serpent in power

⚔️ Part 7: The Serpent in Power

The death of Vikram Malhotra shook the business world. Outwardly, it was called a “natural death,” but in the whispers of corridors and private boardrooms, everyone knew the truth: Raj’s son had struck back.

But Arjun knew Vikram wasn’t the only one. His father’s murder was too big to be ordered by just one man. It needed politicians, military connections, and money networks.

And at the heart of it all was Minister Raghunath Prasad, the Home Minister of India.

🔹 The Snake Behind the Curtain

Raghunath Prasad was a man who wore respectability like a mask. To the public, he was a patriot, a leader of the people. But Arjun’s investigation revealed a darker truth:

He had secretly met Vikram weeks before Raj’s death.

His office had signed off on security “adjustments” that weakened Raj’s protection.

And, most damning, Arjun found a hidden transaction: a $20 million offshore transfer to a mercenary group the same night Raj was killed.

The serpent had shown its fangs.

🔹 The Warning from Raghav

Old Raghav, Raj’s most loyal guard, begged Arjun not to move too quickly.

“Politicians are not businessmen,” Raghav warned. “A businessman bleeds money, but a politician bleeds power. Kill him, and the system will chase you.”

But Arjun’s eyes were cold, his voice sharper than steel:

“He was there the night my father died. That makes him mine.”

🔹 Setting the Stage

Arjun couldn’t simply walk into Parliament with a knife. This enemy required a different kind of strike.

Through his networks, Arjun learned of Raghunath’s secret villa in Goa, where the minister often visited to indulge in his vices away from public eyes. It was a fortress of luxury, guarded by private security and surrounded by silence.

Perfect.

🔹 The Hunt

At midnight, under a moonless sky, Arjun arrived by speedboat. Dressed in black, face hidden, he slipped past the guards with ruthless precision—one silenced shot, one broken neck, one poisoned dart.

By the time he reached the villa’s master bedroom, the walls were painted with shadows of fallen men.

Inside, Minister Raghunath sat drinking, two women beside him, completely unaware that death had already entered the room.

🔹 The Confrontation

Arjun stepped forward, his voice slicing through the silence.

“Do you remember the night of June 14th? The night my father’s blood stained the marble?”

Raghunath froze, his glass trembling in his hand. “Y-you… you’re Raj’s boy.”

“Not a boy,” Arjun said, drawing his blade. “A son. And tonight, a judge.”

The women screamed and fled, leaving the minister trembling alone. He tried to bargain, offering money, power, protection. But Arjun’s eyes never softened.

“You sold my father’s life for twenty million. Tell me… was it worth it?”

Before Raghunath could answer, Arjun pressed the blade into his chest, slow and deliberate. The minister’s final cry was swallowed by the crashing waves outside.

🔹 The Message

By morning, news spread again: Minister Raghunath Prasad found dead in his Goa villa. Official reports said “heart failure.” But the whispers grew louder—someone was cleansing the world of Raj’s killers.

Arjun returned to his father’s study that night, marking a second red line across the names in his diary.

“Two down. More to go. And I won’t stop until the last of them is buried.”

The serpent was dead. But the war had only begun.