Inside Rekha Kathwani's mansion, Raj and Sunny sat with her, and all three of them looked furious. The air was heavy with anger.
Suddenly, Raj snapped, his voice filled with rage,
"Hey, Rekha… did you call me here just to get beaten up? Because of you and your useless son, my face is swollen now! And on top of that—I didn't even get your niece! What were you saying? 'My niece will dance on my fingers'? Dance, my foot! That guy took her away right in front of you! He attacked suddenly, otherwise I would've shown him his place!"
He turned toward Sunny and shouted,
"You—go find everything about that guy. His full background. Anyone who raises a hand on Raj… loses his hands. That guy fooled me like a dog today. He deserves to die."
Even after all that shouting—
Rekha was silent.
Her mind was stuck on something else.
On Om.
She couldn't forget what had happened.
The way he stood there… fearless. Not even a hint of fear in his eyes. That confidence… that calmness—it kept replaying in her mind.
"Mom… Mom… what happened?"
Sunny shook her shoulder.
Rekha snapped back to reality.
"O-oh, Raj… don't worry," she said quickly. "I know exactly how to deal with my brother and his children. But this new boy… I don't understand him yet."
Her tone turned sharp again.
"But don't worry—I will bring my niece to you. I promise you that."
Raj smirked.
"Ah, Rekha… now that's more like it."
He stepped closer… leaned near her ear… and whispered,
"But remember… if that girl doesn't end up in my bed… then be ready yourself. Because the girl can change… but the bed won't stay empty."
Sunny's eyes burned with anger hearing this.
But he stayed quiet.
He knew Raj was powerful.
Too powerful.
Rekha, for a moment, was shaken. Even though she had long left behind any sense of shame, she still didn't want to be insulted like that in front of her own son.
She stepped back nervously.
"Don't worry… I'll bring her," she said again.
Just then, Sunny spoke, worry in his voice,
"But what if that guy comes in the way again?"
Raj laughed coldly.
"Then find his weakness. He has a family, right? Dig out everything about them. I'll break him in front of them. I'll turn his whole family into beggars right in front of his eyes. He'll cry tears of blood."
His voice… his smile…
It was terrifying.
Even Rekha and Sunny felt a chill run down their spine.
And then—
A voice echoed from the dark corner of the hall.
"Wow… what a plan. Truly impressive."
Clap… clap…
A man stepped forward from the shadows, clapping slowly.
All three of them froze.
A figure dressed entirely in black walked toward them. Black pants, black shoes, black t-shirt, a black jacket—and a black mask covering his face. Only his eyes were visible.
Cold.
Sharp.
His hood covered his head.
Rekha's voice trembled,
"W-who are you? How did you get in here?"
But the man ignored her.
His eyes were locked on Raj.
"What a brilliant plan, huh?" he said mockingly. "You'll break a man by destroying his family… make him cry tears of blood… and then take the girl to your bed and play with her?"
He let out a soft, dangerous laugh.
"Beautiful plan."
That man—
Was Om.
In his dark form.
The same shadow that had once saved Anshika and Seema.
Right now, his eyes were burning red with anger. It felt like he could tear Raj apart any second.
Raj stepped forward, furious.
"Who the hell are you? Get out of here, or I'll mess you up so badly you won't even recognize your own face—"
Before he could finish—
Om moved.
In a flash.
His hand grabbed Raj's jaw—tight.
Pain shot through Raj's body.
Om's voice dropped—cold, heavy, terrifying.
"I was paid a good amount to leave you three half-dead," he said. "But after hearing what you just said… I don't even need that money anymore."
His grip tightened.
"It's my duty now… to clean filth like you from this world."
Raj struggled, his face turning pale.
"You're not even a man," Om continued. "That's why you do things like this—using girls, drugs, dirty deals… so many illegal things."
A pause.
His voice turned darker.
"You don't need power… you need treatment."
Then slowly, he leaned closer.
"And look at your luck… the messenger of death himself has come to fix you."
"Hey! Whoever you are—let him go right now!"
Rekha shouted, panic rising in her voice as she saw Raj struggling in pain. "You have no idea what will happen to you if anything happens to him!"
But before she could say anything more—
Om slowly turned his head toward her.
Those eyes…
Burning red.
The moment Rekha saw them—
Fear hit her.
She stumbled two steps back, her voice trembling,
"T-those eyes… y-you… you're that boy… Om!"
She had recognized him.
And the moment his name came out—
Everyone in the room froze.
Om knew there was no point hiding anymore.
Without a word, he pulled off his mask… and threw it on the ground.
Now his face was fully visible.
Raw.
Cold.
Terrifying.
Raj, still trapped in his grip, shouted in anger,
"Hey! Let me go, you idiot! You have no idea what you've done! Listen to her while you still can, or I'll destroy you—and your entire family! I swear, even your generations will tremble hearing my name! How dare you—"
"AAAHHH!"
Before he could finish—
A horrifying scream ripped out of him.
So loud… that even the birds outside the mansion flew away in fear.
Rekha and Sunny stood frozen.
They didn't understand what had just happened.
Then they saw it—
Raj was bent forward, clutching his stomach, his body shaking in unbearable pain.
Om's fist—
Was buried deep into his stomach.
And it wasn't just a normal hit.
The impact was so powerful… that Raj's back had bulged outward for a moment.
His body gave up.
He collapsed to the ground, grabbing Om's hand weakly—
And then—
Blood.
He started vomiting blood on the floor.
Rekha and Sunny stood there like statues.
Frozen.
Terrified.
Om stepped toward them slowly… calmly…
And then, in a heavy voice, he said,
"You can hate me… you can even try to kill me. But if you ever take my family's name from your mouth again…"
He paused.
"That mouth won't ever speak again."
Before he could say anything more—
Sunny snapped.
To protect his mother, he grabbed a chair from nearby and charged at Om with rage.
But before he could even land the hit—
Om's hand was already around his neck.
The chair slipped from Sunny's hand.
His body froze.
A painful gasp escaped his throat.
Rekha's heart dropped.
Sunny's face turned red… veins started popping out on his neck… his breath choking as Om's grip tightened slowly.
Fear crawled into her bones.
"No… no…!"
In desperation, she grabbed another chair—
And smashed it hard onto Om's head.
The impact made Om stagger slightly.
Pain hit him.
His grip loosened—
Sunny dropped to the ground, gasping.
For the first time—
Om looked vulnerable.
And Rekha saw her chance.
Without thinking, she started hitting him again and again from behind, blindly attacking in panic and rage.
After a few seconds—
Om fell to the ground.
Seeing him down—
Seeing her son safe—
A twisted smile spread across Rekha's face.
She started laughing.
"Kid… don't think you're some god. 'Messenger of death,' huh?" she mocked. "Look at you now—lying at my feet."
Her voice turned cold.
"Sunny… kill him. I want his screams echoing through this mansion."
Sunny, still shaking but fueled by anger, grabbed a thick wooden stick from the hall and moved toward Om.
He raised it high—
Ready to strike his head—
But just as the stick came down—
Om's hand caught it.
Mid-air.
Tight.
Unmoving.
And then—
Om smiled.
Rekha's heart skipped a beat.
After everything they had just done—
There wasn't a single injury on his body.
Not one.
Her fear grew.
And before they could even react—
Om crushed the stick with one hand.
It snapped.
Like it was nothing.
The next moment—
Om was already on his feet.
In a blink.
He grabbed both Sunny and Rekha by their heads—
Closed his eyes—
And tightened his grip for just a second.
Then—
He let go.
Both of them collapsed instantly.
Unconscious.
Silence returned.
Om looked at them for a moment… calm again.
Then he bent down, picked up his mask, and put it back on.
As he turned to leave—
A weak, broken voice came from behind.
Raj.
Covered in blood, lying on the floor, coughing—
Still burning with hatred.
"You… bastard…" he said, struggling to speak. "Remember this… when I recover… I'll find you… and I'll tear you and your family apart… with my own hands. I'll feed your bodies to dogs… this is Raj's promise…"
He let out a broken laugh.
"You have no idea who you messed with… this is the biggest mistake of your life… you won't survive…"
The words echoed.
And then—
Om stopped.
Slowly…
He turned.
And began walking toward Raj.