After dropping Maya at the clinic, Om drove through the quiet, late-night streets… until the silence slowly gave way to noise, lights, and chaos.
He had received a message from Anshika.
"I'm waiting for you at the enjoyment area… here's the address."
And now—
Om stood at the entrance of the place people called Urban Street.
A world completely different from his own.
Urban Street wasn't just a place—it was an experience. A paradise for the young and reckless. Neon lights painted the streets, music pulsed through the air, and every corner screamed luxury, thrill, and temptation.
Casinos that never slept.
Nightclubs overflowing with music, dancing, and alcohol.
Live concerts shaking the ground.
Bike and car races roaring through the night.
People didn't just come here to spend time—
They came here to forget everything.
To lose themselves.
For the rich and the wild… this place was heaven.
For gamblers… it was addiction.
Om parked his car in the massive parking area and stepped out.
For the first time in his life—
He was stepping into a world built for the elite.
And he was here… because of Anshika.
As he walked forward, his eyes quietly observed everything around him.
People dancing freely to soft, intoxicating music…
Couples lost in each other…
Laughter echoing from every direction…
Outside the dance clubs, long lines stretched endlessly.
At the casinos, luxury cars pulled in one after another. Wealthy men stepped out, casually tossing bundles of cash to the valet like it meant nothing.
And the valets?
They treated them like kings.
Every few minutes, people walked out of the casino—
Some laughing.
Most… not.
Their faces drained, eyes hollow.
Because luck didn't favor everyone.
And here—
Losing meant losing everything.
Om kept walking.
Calm.
Composed.
Unfazed.
Then—
He saw them.
Standing outside a dance club—
Anshika, Seema, Nisha… and Ayush.
Dressed for the night.
Dressed for the party.
Nisha checked the time on her wrist, clearly annoyed.
"Anshu, seriously… when is your overdramatic friend going to show up? I'm getting bored! Let's just go inside, my feet are already itching to dance. What if the party ends and your 'special guest' never even arrives? So boring!"
Anshika frowned slightly.
"Shut up, Nisha. If you want to go, then go. I'll wait for Om."
Her voice softened, but there was firmness in it.
"He's coming because we asked him to. If we go in without him… it'll feel wrong."
And then—
Her eyes shifted.
Locked onto something in the distance.
A faint smile appeared on her lips.
"There… he's here."
All eyes turned.
Nisha rolled her eyes, about to mock again—
"Look at Mr. Attitude finally deciding to sho—"
She stopped.
Mid-sentence.
Because Om was closer now.
And for a moment—
Words failed her.
Om walked toward them, completely unaware of the storm he was causing.
He was dressed in a black formal shirt, perfectly tucked into black pants. His black party shoes reflected the neon lights. A sleek watch on one wrist, a subtle band on the other.
His hair—
Messy, yet perfectly styled by the wind.
His face—
Freshly shaved, sharp, glowing under the lights of Urban Street.
His green-blue eyes caught every flicker of light.
The top two buttons of his shirt were open… just enough to make him look effortlessly dangerous.
And the way he walked—
Confident.
Royal.
Like he didn't belong to the crowd…
The crowd belonged around him.
For a second—
It felt like even time slowed down.
Every girl who looked at him—
Stopped.
Stared.
Mesmerized.
And among them—
Nisha, Seema…
And Anshika.
"God… this guy…" Anshika whispered unconsciously, completely lost, "how can someone look this charming? I swear… I could die—"
"Ahem… ahem."
Ayush cleared his throat loudly.
Reality hit.
Anshika froze.
Her eyes widened as she realized her brother had heard that.
"I-I mean…" she stammered, instantly trying to recover, "he just looks… different today. I mean, he's always in doctor clothes and simple looks… but today he actually looks… handsome, right?"
Ayush smirked, amused.
"Yeah, yeah… absolutely."
By then, Om had reached them.
"Hey guys… how are you?"
Ayush immediately pulled him into a hug.
"Bro! Good to see you here!"
As he stepped back, Ayush shot a playful glance at Anshika, raising his eyebrows slightly.
Anshika just smiled and nodded.
Then Om looked at Seema and Nisha—
Both of them still staring at him like they hadn't blinked in minutes.
He raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised.
"Hello, Seema… hello, Miss Nisha?"
No response.
Anshika felt a sudden pinch of irritation.
She nudged both of them.
Hard.
They snapped out of it instantly.
"H-hey! Hello, Om!"
Both spoke together, slightly flustered.
Anshika smiled faintly, hiding her reaction.
"Alright, let's go inside. Someone is waiting for you… very eagerly."
That caught Om off guard.
His brows furrowed slightly.
But he didn't question it.
He simply nodded.
And stepped forward.
Toward the club.
Toward the noise.
Toward the night—
That was about to change everything. Om stepped inside the club, still slightly confused.
Behind him, Anshika walked in with Seema and Nisha, the music growing louder with every step. Neon lights flashed across their faces as the bass thumped through the air.
Nisha leaned closer to Anshika, a teasing grin on her face.
"Hey, sis… I didn't know Om was this handsome. Seriously, if you're not planning to make a move… maybe I should try my luck."
She placed a dramatic hand on her chest.
"God… I think I'm already his fan."
Seema immediately joined in, smirking.
"Are you serious, Nishu? Didn't you hear your dear sister a few minutes ago? The moment she saw him, she completely lost her senses—'How can someone be this handsome… I could die!'"
Anshika froze.
Her face turned red instantly.
Embarrassment.
Pure and burning.
But she wasn't going down alone.
She shot back, glaring at Seema—
"Oh really? And what about you two? You were staring at him like you'd never seen a man before!"
The three of them continued their playful argument as they moved deeper into the club.
The atmosphere inside was electric.
People dancing under flashing lights…
Music vibrating through the floor…
Laughter, drinks, chaos—it was all alive.
Anshika checked her phone quickly, then scanned the crowd. Her eyes locked onto a table number.
"There," she said, leading everyone in that direction.
Om followed quietly.
As they reached the table, he noticed two people already sitting there.
And the moment he saw them—
He stopped.
Supriya.
Abhay.
Both stood up instantly as Om approached.
Everyone greeted each other, but before anything else could happen—
Abhay suddenly stepped forward…
And pulled Om into a tight hug.
It wasn't just a hug.
It was emotional.
Real.
The kind that carried weight.
Everyone around them was surprised.
But the most confused one was Nisha.
She leaned toward Seema, whispering—
"Hey… that's Abhay, right? The son of the Kathwani family?"
Seema nodded.
Nisha frowned.
"Then why is someone that rich… hugging Om like that? And… is he crying?"
Seema looked at Om and Abhay for a moment.
Then she smiled softly.
"You're new here, Nisha… so I understand. You don't know who Om really is."
Her voice carried quiet respect.
"The truth is… as good as he looks, his heart is even better. Every single person standing here—he has helped us in one way or another."
She glanced at Anshika briefly.
"Despite your sister's behavior in the past… he forgave her."
A pause.
"You have no idea how dark his past must have been. Honestly… none of us truly know. But even after everything, he built his name on his own."
Her voice softened.
"He stood by all of us. He saved Ayush's life. He saved Abhay and Supriya… twice. He helped me… and he ignored Anshika's arrogance just to work with her as a partner."
Seema exhaled slowly.
"He sees good in people… and somehow, he brings that good out of them. Otherwise, to be honest… we were all just spoiled kids."
A faint smile appeared on her lips.
"But ever since he came into our lives… we've started thinking—maybe life should be lived the way Om lives it."
Nisha stood there, silent.
Her expression changed.
Something softened inside her.
Respect.
Emotion.
And something deeper… something she didn't fully understand yet.
Her eyes slowly shifted toward Om—
Who was smiling as he talked.
And then—
She noticed Anshika.
The way she was looking at him.
Not just admiration.
Something more.
Nisha turned back to Seema and asked quietly—
"But… don't you want him for yourself?"
That question hit straight at Seema's heart.
Her smile faded.
Her eyes dropped to the floor.
For a moment… she said nothing.
Then softly—
"I think every girl here likes Om."
She took a small breath.
"And it's not a lie… I like him too."
A pause.
"But deep down, I know… he's not meant for me. And I'm not meant for him."
Her voice carried acceptance… but also pain.
"And I won't hurt Anshika's feelings. I would never lose a friend like her… not for any guy. Not even Om."
She smiled faintly.
"He's a dream… and some dreams are better left as dreams."
Her eyes lifted again, looking at him.
"Because there's only one Om… and countless people who want him."
Nisha felt something heavy settle in her chest.
For Seema.
For herself.
And maybe… for Om too.
She quietly looked at him again—
Still smiling.
Still unaware of the storm he carried in people's hearts.
Meanwhile—
Abhay finally pulled away from the hug.
Both he and Supriya stood in front of Om, smiling… but their eyes were filled with emotion.
"Thank you, Om," they said together.
"What you did for us today… we can never repay it in this lifetime."
Before Om could respond—
Abhay grabbed his hand firmly.
His expression turned serious.
Determined.
"But today… I'm giving you my word."
His voice rose slightly.
"And this is not just my word—this is a promise from me, Abhay Kathwani… and from the entire Kathwani family."
Everyone around them went silent.
"This moment onwards," he continued, "everything owned by the Kathwani family… belongs to Om Ahuja just as much as it belongs to us."
Shock spread across the table.
"From today—your enemy is our enemy. Your friend is our friend."
His grip tightened.
"Every shop, every mall, every company under the Kathwani name… will welcome you and your family with respect. You will never have to pay for anything."
His voice grew deeper.
"And I swear this… on my family's honor."
Silence.
Heavy.
Unshakable.
Because this wasn't just a promise.
It was an oath.
And in families like theirs—
An oath wasn't a joke.
It was binding.
Unbreakable.
History had proven it—those who broke such oaths didn't just lose wealth…
They lost everything.
Family.
Name.
Existence.
Ayush stepped forward, his face filled with concern.
"Abhay… this isn't something small. You know what an oath like this means."
He looked him straight in the eyes.
"Are you sure you can uphold it?"