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Aisha , her name alone melts the coldest hearts, and her bright smile brightens their days. The cheery, bright, and sometimes...
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Rajendra stood tall, arms crossed, his cold eyes locked on the broken, bloodied bodies of the Joshi brothers. They lay in a heap, barely conscious, faces unrecognizable, breaths shallow. Everyone around—the Oberois brothers, Rivaan, and the guards—stood still, waiting for her.
Aisha.
She stepped forward slowly, her shoes clicking faintly against the concrete floor. Her eyes held a terrifying stillness, one that made even the toughest guard shift slightly in unease.
She looked at the Joshi brothers without an ounce of pity. Blankly. Silently. And then, with a sudden twist of her lips, she turned to her father.
"Dad," she sighed, then grinned proudly, "I am really, really proud of you. Damn, you actually made them look like the piece of shit they truly are."
Rajendra exhaled, his shoulders dropping slightly as he smirked. "Glad to hear that, princess."
With a lazy gait, hands tucked in her jeans pockets, Aisha strolled toward the bruised bodies. She poked her tongue against her cheek, crouched down before the elder Joshi, and stared into his barely open eyes. He blinked slowly, his lips twitching in pain.
"I really need to see a live show one day," she said softly, mockingly. "How you do these things. I want front row seats."
Rajendra chuckled, "Next time, I promise. I'll call you first, princess."
Even the guards flanking the room exchanged bewildered glances. The father-daughter duo was terrifyingly in sync—an unexpected union of chaos and calm, pain and power.
Aisha leaned in close to the elder Joshi, her voice dipping into a deadly whisper only he could hear.
"So tell me, ex–no, never-my-father... how did you like the hospitality offered by my real one, my DAD?"
He coughed out a sneer, blood dripping from his lips as he hissed only for her to hear, "They'll kill you. They won't rest... until they break you."
Her pupils dilated, the smile fading from her face. Darkness shadowed her expression, a cold void settling into her soul.
"What did he say?" Arjun asked quietly from behind her, stepping forward.
Aisha slowly rose to her feet, brushing invisible dust from her jeans. "Nothing useful," she replied flatly. "He's delusional. And frankly, too weak to talk anymore."
Everyone exchanged glances, but no one questioned her.
Aisha turned to Rajendra. "They're useless to me currently. I wanted some answers, but they're barely breathing. Let's give them a day or two rest."
The others nodded silently, understanding the unspoken decision. One by one, they turned and exited the cell. But Aisha paused at the threshold, her gaze flicking over the Joshi brothers one last time.
