"Listen to me… brother," Om said calmly as he stood near Raj, his voice almost gentle. "This fight is between you and me. Do whatever you want to me—kill me like a dog, abuse me, I won't say a word… but the moment you drag my family into it…"
He paused.
A faint smile… but his eyes stayed cold.
"I get scared."
Then his tone shifted—deeper, darker.
"And when I'm scared… I don't even know what I end up doing to the person in front of me."
He looked straight into Raj's eyes.
"Look at you… you said so much, yet I didn't say a single word about your family, right? Because I respect them."
A brief silence.
"Then shouldn't you respect mine too?"
But Raj had lost it.
Pain, anger, humiliation—it had twisted his mind.
He burst into a mad laugh.
"Hahahaha… respect? No… I'll kill you and your whole family! I swear, when I'm done with you, your soul will tremble! I'll tear your body and your family apart with my own hands… feed them to my dogs… and after that…"
His eyes turned filthy with intent.
"I'll play with that girl's body… and I'll keep your eyes on my table so you can watch everything… hahahaha!"
Silence.
Heavy.
Om took a deep breath.
Then slowly stood up.
His face turned completely serious now.
"I try not to take things too far," he said quietly, looking down at Raj. "But people like you… you're not meant to change."
He took a step closer.
"Forget family for a moment… but when someone starts treating a woman like a toy… then that 'toy' deserves to be destroyed."
His voice hardened.
"Monsters like you are the reason women in this country are held back… maybe I can't save the whole world…"
A pause.
"But I will save Supriya."
His eyes burned.
"And for that… your manhood has to be destroyed."
Raj's eyes widened in shock.
"W-what… what did you say—"
He never finished.
The next second—
Om's kick landed.
Right between his legs.
"AAAAAAHHHHHH!!"
A scream tore through the air.
But it didn't stop.
Om didn't stop.
Kick after kick—
Relentless.
Brutal.
Savage.
Raj's screams turned into broken cries… then into nothing.
Blood started seeping through his pants.
And finally—
He went unconscious.
Om bent down, touched his head… and wiped his memory clean.
Then he spoke, almost casually,
"I don't know why people like you bring family into fights… and end up like this."
With that—
He turned… and walked out of the mansion.
Outside, near the gate—
Maya was standing, leaning against the wall in a black security uniform, cap on her head, calm as ever.
As soon as Om stepped out, she straightened and said in a flat tone,
"Sir, was it really necessary for you to dirty your hands? I could've handled it. And if you wanted to do it yourself… then why bring me along?"
Om glanced at her briefly as they both started walking toward the car.
"I brought you along because I want you to do something for me," he said. "Find reliable and strong people. I need a team."
They reached the car.
"And also… dig out everything about this Raj Khurana. We're going to deal with much bigger things now."
He opened the car door.
"Miss Maya… I hope your special forces training will be useful."
They both sat inside.
Maya replied instantly,
"You don't need to ask, sir. I like your sense of justice… and whatever orders you give, I'll follow them completely."
She paused, then asked curiously,
"But sir… if you were going to reveal your face anyway… why the mask?"
Om started the car.
"Maya… from now on, this mask will fight in Om's place. I don't want my real identity bringing trouble to my family. This unknown identity will handle everything… while Om focuses on his life."
He glanced at her.
"Your responsibility is to keep Om… anonymous."
A slight smirk appeared.
"As for today… Rekha recognized my eyes, I think. But don't worry… by tomorrow morning, none of them will remember anything."
A pause.
"They'll wake up like nothing ever happened… maybe even a little broken."
Then he looked at her again.
"What about the work I gave you?"
Maya immediately responded,
"Yes sir, I've secured all the Kathwani family documents. And luckily… I got signatures from both Rekha and her son."
She added calmly,
"The family won't face any more legal trouble now. And before you ask how—I was already inside their house as a maid, just like you instructed. Getting their signatures was easy."
Om smiled, impressed.
"Not bad… you're more capable than I expected. I'll have to take good care of you."
Hearing that—
Maya blushed slightly.
And the car drove off into the night.
Meanwhile…
In a ruined cluster of buildings—
A hidden gang hideout.
Inside a dim room—
Four men stood.
One of them, a rugged mountain-built man with a beard, sat on a sofa, smoking a hookah lazily. The other three stood in front of him, hands behind their backs.
One of them spoke,
"Boss, the drug deal is done. Shipment is ready. Just waiting for your order—should I move the delivery?"
The man nodded calmly, taking a puff.
His eyes shifted to the second man.
That man got nervous.
"B-boss… the weapons order is placed. But the missile… it'll take two more days."
No reaction.
Just smoke.
Then his gaze moved to the third man.
The man swallowed and spoke quickly,
"Boss… Singhania isn't focusing on drugs and weapons these days. His right-hand man Bhadra is hospitalized. All business in that whole region is halted… maybe we should pause operations there or find someone new—"
He never finished.
In a flash—
The boss stood up.
Grabbed him by the throat with one hand.
And before anyone could react—
He pressed the burning hookah tip straight into the man's eye.
A horrifying scream echoed.
But it ended quickly.
The man was lifted into the air…
His throat crushed—
And within seconds—
He was dead.
The room fell silent.
The real storm…
Had just begun.