Jairaj POV

Bhabhi was still lying in the hospital, and Balraj bhaiya was totally disrupted. The politicians left no chance to provoke the innocent public against each other.

"Jai!" Arjun called me from behind.

"Yes!" I replied, rubbing the tip and body of Inayat's gun all over my face, ultimately kissing her name that was inked on it in Urdu.

"This belongs to Inayat, the only daughter of Amjad Ali Khan. The man keeps her hidden from the world, as if she is a gem."

Arjun reminded me, noticing my obsession towards her.

"She is undoubtedly a gem, and now, my obsession too."

I grunted, kissing her name again, this time quite deeply.

"Don't act mad, Jai. You both are entirely different. She can never be yours. Why would his father marry her off to a Hindu?"

Arjun bawled at me, striding towards me in vexation.

"I have my ways, that seem to be quite dangerous, but I can do anything if it comes to her. I WANT HER, at any cost."

I groaned back, acting like an obsessed lover, but my desire for her was growing day after day, that was certainly hidden from the world.

"Impossible! After Aryan's death, it is beyond impossible."

Arjun mentioned, taking a seat beside me.

"Our fathers are laying foundation of our relationship unknowingly."

I asserted, Arjun thinned his brows.

"Means?" He asked, getting bewildered.

"Our marriage will the cease the communal riots that will begin because of the hate speech both of them are delivering."

I asserted, and Arjun left his seat in urgency.

"IMPOSSIBLE!"

He yelped, and I straightened up too.

"Kyu be? Teri jal Rahi hai kya ye dekhte hue ki mujhe meri crush mil Rahi hai. Saale! Preeti ko set kar dunga tere sath. Tension mat le!"

"Why are you pissed off, realising that I can get married to my crush? Idiot! I'll ship you and Preeti. Don't worry!"

I vociferated, raising my collar up with my hands.

"Tu? Tu layega Preeti ko mere paas?"

"You? You will bring Preeti to me?"

He enquired mockingly, and I nodded with a wide teasing smile.

"Harami, pehle apna dekh. Amjad Ali Khan ki beti hai wo. Wo mar jayega par ek Hindu ko apni ladki nahi dega."

"Rascal, first manage your case. She is Amjad Ali Khan's daughter. He'll die, but won't marry off his daughter to a Hindu."

He teased me, and I frowned.

"Bhaiya, thakurain woke up, and thakur saheb had a fight with her."

One of our workers informed me, sliding the door gently. I signalled Arjun about my departure, and he nodded. His expressions had also changed into a worried one. I walked to the room where bhabhi was admitted.

"Maa!"

I entered the room, bhabhi's tearful gaze fell on me. Ma shook her head, and my eyes got shut.

"Why did you do that bhabhi?"

I enquired, strolling to her, and kneeling beside her bed.

"Are you also involved, bhaiya?"

Bhabhi asked me in a throaty voice. The worker had informed me about the 'divorce' conversation that they had just now. She also knew about my bastard father's involvement in this plan because Aryan had revealed it to her.

"My father IS involved in this deadly plan, and I know it."

I muttered, since we could not hide it from her anymore. She glanced at my mother, and she didn't react because she knew it already. I was the one who had informed this to her.

"Then why didn't you tell him all that?"

She asked, being stupefied.

"My brothers are insane animals. Their brains leave their bodies when anger overpowers them. Balraj bhaiya saw you lying in the blood pool, and he slaughtered Aryan Ali Khan, invading his Haveli, right in front of everyone's gaze."

I paused for a moment, and she gulped

"This one incident has triggered the Hindus and the Muslims of the entire state. The state is on the verge of burning now, and I've no idea how are we going to stop it."

I pecked the back of her hand, and continued

"Now imagine him knowing what our father is doing. He will kill him on the spot, without a second thought. Bhabhi, we aren't a normal family. The media keeps an eye on us. People follow us. I know my father deserves death, and he'll undoubtedly receive it, but not in this way. Our name will be maligned before everyone, and people won't forget it for ages."

I asserted, and she glanced at my mother, perhaps she was observing her.

"I'm going to be a widow soon, and look at my I'll fate, I'm happy about it, because I was married to a monster, whose death will bring harmony to the state."

My mother said, her tears were dried now, and they didn't want to come again.

"What about his plan?"

She asked me, and I mumbled.

"He'll be dead tomorrow."

I grunted, and she gulped.

"For the world."

Ma maffled, and she gawked at her.

"He will be tortured properly before he dies in reality."

She completed, and bhabhi gaped at her. A few days ago I had visited his room, and I sensed something beneath his bed. That was a sound device. It hit my mind, and I sneaked into his personal farmhouse where an entire set up was done. He used to communicate with sleeper cells through that system. Aryan was the main mediator, and there was a third person too, but before I could find his identity out, bhaiya murdered Aryan, closing all the doors for me.

During that time, I found out about Niharika didi. They had planned to blast her away as a 'human bomb', and they were raping and tormenting her since last two years. My heart sank deeper deciphering her pathetic condition. I was the one who had informed all this to bhabhi's father so that he and Arjun could rescue her now, after Aryan's death.

Jaswant's death was crucial now, because his plan was dangerous, so I began observing the Khans after Aryan's death. Amjad was pissed off so he planned my brother's assassination. I smirked at his plan.

Thank you Sasur ji (father-in-law). You gave a natural death to my father.

"Where is my father?"

Bhabhi asked me, out of nowhere.

"He and Arjun have been tracking your sister's location all these days, and now they have found her. She will be here soon."

I informed her, and her eyes turned teary.

"I apologise for whatever my husband did to your sister. If things had gone well, she would have been our daughter-in-law, but my demon husband raped her."

Ma muttered, caressing bhabhi's back.

"Itni buri kismat to Mandodari ki bhi nahi rakhi thi Mata Bhagwati ne jitni hamari phod di. Kya paap kia tha humne Jo Aisa galeech pati Mila Hume."

"Even Mandodari's (Ravan's wife) fate was written so poorly, but mine is completely ruined by the Divine Mother. What sins did I perform to get married to such a manwhore."

Ma grumbled, both of them were having an emotional breakdown.

"Don't feel bad Ma. It wasn't your fault. You must be so strong to devise the plan of your own husband's death."

Bhabhi cooed her, and she pecked her head.

"You both are my daughters, and I have already given up on this relationship. He is not my husband anymore."

They hugged each other, my eyes turned weepy gazing at them.

"Niharika di is too hurt to be cured. We will have to take special care of her."

I muttered, deciphering her condition, who was raped for two consecutive years. They nodded unanimously listening to me.

"Once she comes back, bhaiya will impromptu believe that Jaswant is the real culprit."

I mumbled again, bhabhi inhaled sharply.

"But...but what about the mess I created. I asked for divorce, and he said that he won't return now."

Bhabhi quavered. I could sense how upset she was, but I couldn't do anything.

"Don't worry my daughter! We'll never let that happen. You are destined couple, and you can't be separated."

Ma assured her, but she shook my head in fear. My mind ran to Ragini bhabhi, who was coming tomorrow so I assured bhabhi

"Bhabhi, bhaiya can dominate all of us with his aura, but he will always listen to Ragini bhabhi. She is his sister, and they share a beautiful bond. She and Dhanraj bhaiya are coming back tomorrow. Everything will be absolutely fine once they return."

She smiled listening to her name. We talked a little after that, and I came outside after that.

Hey Mahadev! I wish Arjun and Kashinath uncle had rescued Niharika di.

My phone rang suddenly. It was Arjun. I picked up the call and he informed about the reunion of Niharika di and Kashinath uncle.

"Abhi unhe apne paas rakho. Do saal se wo sahi se kuch khai pi nahi hongi, unhe khilao kuch. Uncle ko sambhalo. Hum batayenge kab unhe yaha Lana hai."

"Keep them with you for now. She had not eaten anything properly since last two years, feed her properly. Console uncle. I'll tell you when you have to bring them here."

I instructed Arjun on the call, and he hummed.

Tomorrow was an important day because my brother's rally was scheduled to be conducted, and that is where Amjad's men will try to shoot my brother.

I returned to the mansion at night, and walked straight towards Jaswant's room. He was yelling at someone on the call. I tried to eavesdrop his conversation standing beside the door.

"WHERE THE FUCK IS MY WHORE? Ahh! I want that young lady back. Her eyes are intoxicating, and her bosom...I want to crush it more."

I felt a surge of anger running through my veins, deciphering that he was talking about Niharika di. I clenched my fists and shut my eyes tightly. I was flaring, but I had to control myself at this moment. I cleared my throat and knocked at the door.

"Who is there?"

He asked, cutting the call.

"Pappa, Jai is here."

My voice turned hoarse, recalling the childhood that I had spent on his lap. He loved us only because we all were males, but then I remembered the night when I had seen his shadow on the wall of his room, where he was hitting my mother terribly.

After that, he tore apart her clothes. I could see her shadow on the wall, trying to cover her bosom, but he pushed her on the bed, and hovered over her.

I couldn't watch more than that, but my mother's shrieks still echoes in my ears. I was just seven-years-old then, so I didn't know what exactly it was.

As I grew up, I realised that it was 'rape' that my mother had suffered. Every other day, all of us - the brothers, could see wounds all over her face and body. She used to hide them under her smile, and asked us to respect him because he is our father.

Once Dhanraj bhaiya had seen the shadows of ma getting forced by him, that is when he lost himself completely. He had a terrible fight with Pappa. He went into a brothel that night and kept fucking different women all night to cool down his frustration. That was the night when he started consuming alcohol, and then there was no turning back for him until Ragini bhabhi arrived.

I visited the brothel to rescue bhaiya, and people began doubting my character. My visits became frequent there due to certain reasons, that I don't want to think about at this moment.

"Come, my son."

He growled, and I walked inside. He was sitting on the bed, with his legs spread straight so I simply went to him, and placed my head on his lap.

"What does my son want?"

He enquired, caressing my hair. I closed my eyes, and recalled my mother's screams before muttering

"Pappa, can you please join us in tomorrow's rally?"

His hands stopped for a while on my head

"Why do you want so?

He interrogated, making me gulp

"Because pappa, you are an important and prominent face of our party. People are emotionally connected to you more than bhaiya. This will help bhaiya's political career too."

I asserted, straightening up, facing him directly.

"Fine! If you want it, I'll join you both."

I smiled, and touched his feet before leaving the his room.

"Is everything set Arjun?"

I called Arjun, getting back to my room.

"Yes! Their plan is final. I've been tracking Amjad's men secretly. They'll attack your rally near Shubhash Chauraha Civil Lines, so beware!"

He informed me, and he hummed. I wanted to visit bhaiya once because he was tensed, but he needed sleep too so I got back to my room, and somehow drifted back to sleep.

.

.

.

I clothed myself in a glowing kurta and pyjamas. It was a special day for many of us. I walked downstairs, and as expected, bhaiya seemed disturbed.

He loves bhabhi immensely, and her harsh words had broken him, but wait for some time bhaiya, you'll get to know everything.

Pappa also arrived, bhaiya frowned gazing at him.

"Um bhaiya..he is also coming with us."

I chirped, and unexpectedly bhaiya didn't ask anything regarding this. Everything was going as per the plan.

"Hahaha! Balraj, my son."

My father guffawed, and raised bhaiya's collar, followed by patting his shoulder and hugging him tightly.

"I'm very proud of you. I'm also coming with you. My little Jai wants it."

He declared, bhaiya seemed unaffected with all these conversations. I gulped and smiled as Pappa pivoted his head into my direction.

Three of us got seated in Thar, and drove to the destination. The road show began, and it was bhaiya's turn to speak. He strolled forward, and started delivering the speech. I was alert all the time, and the moment we reached Shubash Chauraha, I grabbed bhaiya's bicep to pull him backwards.

He flinched, and moved to me. As a result, our father got forward impromptu, and suddenly, three consecutive gunshots were fired at us.

I crouched holding bhaiya, but he was already shot on his bicep. We pivoted our heads backwards, only to find out father lying down, with blood smeared on his chest and abdomen. The two gunshots were targeted at him.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

How was the update?

💜 Love you all 💜