The shop was alive with energy.
Both Quick Sip Corner and the newly renovated shop were running together—creating something like a small empire for Sumit.
Customers were sitting, drinking tea, chatting.
Laughter, noise, movement—everything felt perfect.
Sumit stood behind the counter, checking the accounts.
Beside him was Songita—
She was talking to customers, smiling, suggesting items.
The workers were busy too—
*Ravi – taking orders
* Salim – making tea
* Bablu – serving customers
Everything was running smoothly.
Sumit thought quietly—
"This is it… this is what I wanted."
Just then—
A car stopped in front of the shop.
The sound of brakes echoed.
The atmosphere changed instantly.
Sumit slowly looked up.
Rahul.
And this time—
He had more men with him.
The air turned heavy.
Songita whispered softly—
"They're here again…"
Sumit replied calmly—
"I'm here."
Rahul stepped inside slowly.
His eyes locked onto Sumit.
Then—
He shifted his gaze toward Songita.
He stared at her for a few seconds.
Then smirked.
"Oh… so this is why you were so busy?"
Songita felt uncomfortable and stepped back slightly.
Rahul walked closer.
"New shop… new girl…"
There was a clear bad intention in his eyes.
Sumit's fists clenched.
"Stay away," he said coldly.
Rahul laughed.
"Three days are over."
He slammed his hand on the table.
"Where's my money?"
Silence.
Sumit looked straight at him.
"I told you… I won't pay."
The atmosphere froze.
Rahul's expression darkened.
"Then today… we settle this."
He turned again toward Songita.
"But first… let's talk a little."
He reached his hand toward her.
Suddenly—
GRAB!
Sumit caught his hand tightly.
The entire shop went silent.
Sumit's eyes turned red.
"Don't touch her."
Rahul tilted his head.
"Oh… love?"
Then suddenly—
PUNCH!
Rahul hit Sumit hard.
Sumit fell back.
Songita screamed—
"SUMIT!"
Rahul shouted—
"Everyone! Teach him a lesson!"
His men rushed forward.
Sumit stood up again.
He tried to fight—
He pushed one man.
Dodged another punch.
But—
He wasn't trained.
A kick hit him.
He fell again.
Ravi and Bablu tried to step in—
"Stay back!" Sumit shouted.
He didn't want them to get hurt.
Rahul said coldly—
"Break everything."
Next moment—
Chaos.
* Glass shattered
* Chairs thrown
* Counter overturned
Salim tried to stop them—
He was pushed away.
Songita cried—
"Stop! Please!"
But no one listened.
Sumit lay on the ground.
Watching everything.
His eyes burning.
"I… can't do anything…"
Anger.
Shame.
Helplessness.
All mixed inside him.
Then—
A siren sound in the distance.
Police.
Rahul stopped.
He walked toward Sumit and bent slightly.
"You're lucky today."
Then whispered—
"But this isn't over."
He looked at Songita again and smirked—
"I'll come back for you."
Then—
They ran.
A few seconds later—
Police arrived.
But it was too late.
The shop was destroyed.
Broken glass everywhere.
Silence.
Police asked a few questions, but after hearing Rahul's name—
They didn't push much.
They left.
Everything went quiet.
Sumit slowly sat up.
Blood on his lips.
Pain in his body.
But his eyes—
Were colder than ever.
"This won't work…"
He spoke slowly—
"Earning money is not enough…"
He stood up.
"I need power."
Just then—
DING!
[System Alert]
Combat Skill Required
Sumit looked up.
Options appeared—
* Street Fighting Basic
* Reflex Training
*Combat Simulation
[Complete Training to Unlock Power]
His eyes burned with determination.
"I'll learn."
At that moment—
A soft hand touched his face.
He looked.
Songita.
Tears in her eyes.
"Are you okay?" she asked softly.
Sumit stayed silent.
Suddenly—
She hugged him.
"I was scared…"
Sumit froze for a moment.
Then slowly placed his hand on her back.
"I'm here…"
For a moment—
Everything stopped.
In the middle of a broken shop—
A quiet connection.
Sumit said softly—
"I won't let this happen again…"
Songita looked into his eyes.
"I believe in you."
Something changed inside him.
A new fire.
"This time… I'll change."
Suddenly—
DING!
[Training Mission Activated]
Time Limit: 7 Days
Reward: Combat Skill Unlock
Sumit looked up at the sky.
"I'm ready."
Far away—
In a dark corner—
Rahul stood.
Watching everything.
A dangerous smile appeared on his face.
"Breaking him… will be fun."