Before the competition had even started, while Om was walking toward the stage completely lost in his own thoughts, a faint whisper suddenly reached his ears… and that whisper ended up becoming a blessing in disguise.
Curious, Om quietly followed the voice toward a hidden corner where nobody could easily notice them.
There, Deepak and his men were secretly talking.
Om noticed Deepak receiving a phone call. The moment he picked it up, his tone instantly turned nervous.
"Yes, ma'am… please don't worry. We're definitely winning today's competition. Just wait and watch, the name of Mofra will echo across the sky today. You just make sure my partnership deal is finalized."
A woman on the other side said something sharply, and suddenly the call disconnected.
The moment the call ended, Deepak looked at his phone and let out a dark, twisted smile.
"Just keep watching, Madam… today I'm going to create history."
Then he turned toward his men.
"Tell me… everything ready?"
After that, Om secretly overheard the entire discussion about the fake Zed setup, and instantly understood that something was seriously wrong.
The whole game was fixed.
Without wasting another second, Om went straight to Viraj and explained everything to him. Then he gave Viraj one simple instruction—
Record everything from the beginning.
And now…
Standing in the middle of the competition arena, Deepak's entire truth had exploded in front of everyone.
The crowd had completely turned against him.
People were abusing him openly, cursing him from every direction, calling him a fraud and a cheat.
But Deepak…
Deepak wasn't listening anymore.
His mind had already drowned in rage and revenge.
Breathing heavily, he glared at Om with burning eyes before suddenly looking around frantically.
And then he saw it.
A security guard standing nearby with a gun attached to his waist.
Deepak instantly lost control.
Like a madman, he charged toward the guard, shoved him violently to the ground, and in one quick movement snatched the pistol from his belt.
The entire crowd screamed in panic.
Before anyone could react, Deepak pointed the gun directly at Om and immediately pulled the trigger.
Om's eyes widened in shock.
Everything happened so fast that even he couldn't react for a second.
Sanaya shut her eyes in fear while Viraj screamed at the top of his lungs—
"Om! Move!"
But then…
Nothing happened.
No bullet came out.
For a second, everyone froze in confusion.
Even Deepak himself looked stunned.
Then suddenly realization hit him—
In his panic, he had forgotten to load the gun properly.
Cursing angrily, he tried pulling back the upper slide to activate it properly—
But before he could even do that…
Om moved.
Like lightning.
He rushed straight toward Deepak, snatched the gun cleanly out of his hand, and then stood right in front of him with an amused smile.
Raising one eyebrow mockingly, Om suddenly smashed a hard punch directly into Deepak's nose.
CRACK!
Deepak stumbled backward in pain as blood burst out from his nose.
And before he could even regain balance, all the guards immediately jumped on him and pinned him down.
Deepak completely lost his mind.
"I won't spare you, you bastard! Leave me! Do you even know who I am?! I'll destroy all of you! Your families won't even find your bones! I said let me go! I'm Mofra's respected researcher!"
But Om ignored every single word coming out of his mouth.
Calmly walking toward Indrajit, Om handed him the pistol and said,
"Sir… now you decide what should happen to him."
Indrajit looked at the gun silently, then turned toward Deepak as if about to speak—
But suddenly…
A woman's voice interrupted him.
Everyone's attention instantly shifted behind him.
A young woman wearing a stunning black dress slowly walked forward with a confident smile while looking directly at Om.
She looked around Om's age.
Beautiful.
Elegant.
Dangerously charming.
As she stopped beside Indrajit, she spoke confidently,
"Allow me to handle this matter… maybe this way I can apologize to the Joshi family and your handsome companion as well."
Om, Indrajit, and Viraj all looked shocked.
Meanwhile, Sanaya immediately felt jealousy rise inside her the moment she noticed the woman staring at Om with those intoxicating eyes.
Indrajit looked at her in surprise.
"You are…?"
The woman smiled softly.
"Oh, forgive me. In the rush, I forgot to introduce myself."
Then she extended her hand gracefully.
"I'm Ravi Bhatia. Daughter of the owner of Mofra Industries… and also its Chairperson."
The moment everyone heard her introduction, shock spread once again.
Even Indrajit was stunned.
But Ravi continued calmly,
"Mofra was never an enemy of the Joshi family. Since Mr. Deepak handled our Zed department, he used the company to settle his personal grudges against you. A few weeks ago, I somehow discovered his disgusting scheme, and I came here today to expose him myself…"
Then she looked toward Om with a smile filled with admiration.
"But it seems your capable young man already did my work for me. Good work, Mr…?"
Om shook her hand confidently.
"Om Ahuja. I'm not their son… but I'm like family to them."
Ravi locked eyes with him for a moment and slowly nodded.
Then her face suddenly turned cold as she looked toward Deepak.
"Mr. Deepak… you are the biggest disgrace Mofra Industries has ever seen. A black stain that humiliated our company in front of the entire world today."
Deepak's face went pale.
"And from this moment onward," Ravi continued mercilessly, "all your properties are being transferred to Mr. Om as compensation for this filthy conspiracy. And as for you…"
Her eyes sharpened.
"You will spend the rest of your life in prison… drowning in disgrace."
Deepak immediately broke down in fear.
"No, ma'am please! Don't do this! I'll be destroyed! I only did this to raise Mofra's name! Please ma'am… please don't ruin me!"
But Ravi completely ignored his pleading.
Instead, she turned toward Sanaya with a teasing smile.
"I thought maybe you'd like to say something too. After all… time is short. Mr. Deepak's future companions in prison are probably already waiting for him to break stones."
For two seconds, Sanaya stood there stunned.
Then suddenly she stepped forward confidently and stood directly in front of Deepak.
Looking at his miserable condition, she smiled coldly and said,
"What should I even say to you now? You're not even worthy of my insults anymore."