The moment Rekha's son threw his punch at Om—
Before his fist could even touch him—
A sharp, painful scream tore through the air.
"AAH!"
And the very next second—
He was flying.
His body slammed hard against the wall, crashing down like he had been thrown by an invisible force.
"Sunny! My son!"
Rekha screamed, rushing toward him and dropping to her knees beside his injured body.
Everyone in the room stood frozen.
Shocked.
They hadn't even understood what had just happened.
Just then, Raj stepped forward, his face burning with anger.
"Hey! Stay in your limits! How dare you lay a hand on my aunt's son!"
He tried to attack Om—
But before he could even take a proper step forward—
Something hit him.
Hard.
He didn't even realize what happened.
With a broken scream, his body was thrown straight through the window—
Glass shattered everywhere as he crashed outside.
Silence.
Heavy.
Unbelievable.
Rekha's entire plan was falling apart right in front of her eyes.
Her face turned red with rage.
"Hey! Stop right there!" she shouted at Om. "Don't forget who you are!"
Then she turned toward Supriya, her voice filled with venom,
"And you! You're rejecting Raj for this… this street fighter? Open your eyes! Do you see any future with someone like him? Fighting, creating chaos—this is what he does! Is this the kind of man you want in your life? What's so special about him, huh? Tell me!"
Her anger crossed all limits.
"Instead of fixing your lives… I should have just ended both of you!"
"Enough, Aunty!"
Supriya shouted, standing up for the first time.
Her voice shook—
But her courage didn't.
"You don't know anything about him! Please, just stop… before I lose control myself!"
Even Abhay stepped forward, standing beside her.
"Aunty, he's not like you," Abhay said firmly. "He doesn't destroy his own family. He stands with his people. He feels their pain, their happiness… everything."
His voice turned sharper.
"And you? You're ready to destroy your own family. Dad stayed quiet because he respects you as his sister… but not anymore. If you even try to harm my family again, remember this—this time, their son is standing in front of you."
Rekha was stunned.
She had never seen them like this.
Not once.
Supriya stepped closer to her, tears in her eyes.
"Aunty… you're elder to us. You were supposed to guide us… not do this."
Her voice broke.
"You slapped your own brother… dragged his daughter by her hair… and brought us here like animals. You're trying to ruin my life by forcing me to marry someone worse than a monster… and you call Om a beast?"
She looked straight into Rekha's eyes.
"What do you even know about him?"
Her voice softened—but carried more weight.
"Me, my brother… and even your son—we all grew up like royalty. But Om… he lived his childhood like a punishment. He suffered… and still never left his family. Even after living in poverty, today he's a respected doctor… and the owner of a company."
Rekha's face stiffened.
"And you call him poor?" Supriya continued. "He taught me something—money doesn't make a person… goodness does."
A pause.
"I'll still wish good for you… even after everything you've done. But please… leave our family alone. And if you can't be good… then at least stay away from us."
She turned.
"Let's go, brother…."
The three of them started walking out.
But before leaving, Abhay stopped and looked back at Rekha.
"Aunty," he said coldly, "from today, our relation may still exist… but you will no longer have any share in the Kathwani companies. Come after two days and transfer all your shares to my sister. You'll get your payment."
His tone turned firm.
"And I'm saying this for your own good. Otherwise, what happened today—if it comes out publicly, legal action will make you lose everything."
Rekha suddenly burst into laughter.
Loud.
Mocking.
"My dear nephew… whether I stay in the company or not—you all are going to be destroyed anyway. You have no idea who's backing me."
Her laughter echoed in the hall.
Om looked at her once—
A sharp, silent look—
And then walked out with Abhay and Supriya.
As they stepped outside—
Raj was there, barely standing, limping near the door.
His eyes burned with anger.
"You have no idea who you messed with," he growled. "Remember this—your countdown has started. Not just yours… your entire family's. I'll make all of you cry tears of blood."
But before he could say anything more—
Abhay lost his control.
He kicked Raj hard, sending him crashing to the ground again.
"You think you'll marry my sister? You piece of—"
He kept hitting him again and again—
Until Om stepped in and stopped him.
"Enough."
Then calmly, Om said,
"Supriya, Abhay… go sit in the car. I'll be there."
They nodded and walked ahead.
Om bent down slightly, looking straight at Raj.
"Do whatever you want," he said quietly. "But if you go after my family… then remember—you won't face Om…"
A pause.
"You'll face death itself."
With that, Om stood up and walked away.
After dropping Abhay and Supriya safely back to their parents—
Om returned home.
The night had fallen.
He stood in his room, wearing black pants, staring at his reflection in the mirror.
Rekha's words…
Raj's threats…
They echoed in his mind.
His expression turned serious.
Cold.
Without a word, he picked up a black t-shirt… then a black jacket… and wore them.
Then, looking straight into the mirror—
He slowly put on a black mask over his face.
Something had changed.
And tonight—
Someone was going to pay.