The moment Rekha Kathwani finished speaking in front of Kamal Khurana, he didn't hesitate even for a second. His hand shot forward, grabbing her by the throat—tight, merciless—and he threatened her life without blinking.
As his grip tightened, Rekha's breathing began to fail. Slowly… painfully… the air in her lungs started slipping away.
And in Kamal's eyes—those dark, devilish eyes—there wasn't even the slightest hint that he would let her go.
Her condition worsened with every passing second. The veins on her neck bulged visibly, her pulse racing wildly beneath his fingers. Her eyes began to push outward in panic, wide and desperate. Her hands clawed at his wrist, trying to pry his fingers off her throat…
…but her weak strength stood no chance against his iron grip.
She was helpless.
Her life was slipping away—second by second.
The doctor stood frozen, his face pale, horror gripping him as he watched the scene unfold. But Kamal's bodyguards…
They were smiling.
Enjoying it.
"Enough… let her go!"
A deep, commanding voice suddenly thundered through the hospital ward.
Every head turned toward the door.
And the moment they saw who was standing there—Singhania—both Kamal and his bodyguards were visibly shocked.
But Kamal…
He had no intention of letting Rekha go. His fingers were still locked around her throat.
Seeing this, Singhania's eyes hardened. He stepped forward, his voice colder this time, sharper—
"I said… let her go."
Kamal looked at him… really looked at him.
And despite himself—despite the rage burning inside—his jaw clenched as he reluctantly loosened his grip.
Rekha dropped to the floor.
She collapsed instantly, clutching her throat, gasping desperately for air. Loud, broken breaths escaped her as she tried to pull life back into her lungs. Her neck had turned red… bruised.
If Singhania had been even a moment late…
She would've been dead.
On the other side, Kamal stood there, clearly unhappy. His eyes burned as he turned toward Singhania and said, irritation laced with anger,
"Mr. Singhania, what are you doing here? I understand you have good relations with my father—and you're his business partner—but interfering in my personal and family matters doesn't suit you. I don't think my father will like this when he finds out."
Hearing that, Singhania let out a loud, mocking laugh.
"Kid… whether your father feels happy or miserable is in my hands," he said, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Seems like he never told you why the Thakur family holds such a big name in this city."
He stepped closer.
"All that money in your house… the food you eat… the luxury you enjoy… it all exists because of me. You people are living comfortably on my mercy—and you're teaching me where I should or shouldn't interfere?"
He smirked.
"Ah… now I get it. People have started calling you 'Killer Kamal,' haven't they? Looks like you've started thinking of yourself as a don."
By now, Singhania had stepped so close that his face was inches away from Kamal's.
The moment Kamal saw that twisted, dangerous smile up close… something inside him shifted.
For the first time—
Fear.
"I… I'm sorry, Mr. Singhania," Kamal said, his voice lower now. Controlled. Careful.
Ignoring him, Singhania turned and walked toward Rekha, who was still lying on the floor, struggling to steady her breathing.
He crouched beside her, casually lighting a cigarette. Taking a slow drag, he exhaled the smoke and said in a mocking tone,
"Rekha… Rekha… my queen Rekha… looks like your charm—and your tricks—have grown old, just like you. I think it's time you retire."
He stood up again.
The entire room had fallen into a heavy, suffocating silence.
Rekha was terrified.
The bodyguards were shaken.
Kamal stood there, anger boiling inside him—but in front of Singhania, even he was reduced to silence. Like a caged predator forced to watch.
Singhania then walked over to Raj.
He studied him carefully—his condition, his injuries—his expression turning serious for a brief moment. Taking another drag from his cigarette, he asked,
"Any idea who did this?"
Kamal exhaled sharply, frustration evident in his voice.
"No. This woman's son—and my useless brother—God knows how they ended up like this."
"Hm." Singhania nodded slowly. "Find out. Quickly."
He turned toward Kamal, his tone now firm.
"You know the Thakur family meeting is coming up. And I don't want your father losing his position as the head of the family. I'm sure you don't want that either."
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"I always knew a day like this would come—because of your brother's actions. But this… this is not the right time. If you don't find out who did this…"
He paused.
"…questions will be raised in that meeting. Questions like—if a man can't protect his own son, how will he protect the entire family?"
The weight of his words hung in the air.
"So find him."
Kamal nodded stiffly.
"Yes… Mr. Singhania."
"And don't touch Rekha," Singhania added casually. "If you fail to find the one responsible… she'll be our backup."
Kamal frowned slightly but stayed silent.
Singhania continued,
"Your father will have an answer ready—that Raj was working on taking over the Kathwani Company. And this woman…"
He glanced down at Rekha.
"…she holds the company's share papers. We'll transfer them under your father's name. That way, no one will question him."
Kamal lowered his head slightly.
"Yes… Mr. Singhania."
Singhania turned to Rekha once more, a faint smile on his lips.
"Rekha… as soon as your son recovers, I want all the company papers in my hands. Until then… rest."
With that, he began walking toward the door.
But just as he reached it, he stopped.
Without turning fully, he glanced back at Kamal and said,
"I hope you understand now, kid… your father's life—and your family's future—are in my hands. If I can raise you to the top…"
A slow, chilling smile spread across his face.
"…I can slam you back to the ground within a month."
His eyes locked onto Kamal's.
"So know your place."
Then, with a cold, murderous smile, he blew out a cloud of smoke… and walked away.
A few minutes passed after he left.
Silence.
Heavy. Suffocating.
And then—
"AAAHHH… SINGHANIA!"
Kamal roared in fury, slamming his fist into the wall with full force. The impact echoed through the room.
"I want his position…!" he shouted, his voice shaking with rage.
His eyes burned with obsession.
"I want to see him beneath my feet…!"