The entire nation's media had their eyes fixed on Vyom D, the man of the hour. News headlines screamed his name, and top business magazines had crowned him the number one businessman in the country.
As flashes went off and microphones surrounded him, a reporter stepped forward and asked,
"Sir, we've heard you're transferring 70% of your entire property to your wife and son. Is this true or just another rumor?"
Vyom gave a slight smile and replied calmly,
"When the time is right, everyone will know the truth."
He then turned and stared coldly at his manager. That one look was enough. The path ahead suddenly became clear—no more obstacles.
The scene shifted.
Now, inside his lavish, breathtaking mansion, silence filled the air.
His wife lay lifeless on the floor, her bangles shattered into pieces beside her.
In one corner of the room, his little son sat in a baby walker, crying uncontrollably, his tiny fists clenched in confusion and fear.
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Three years ago. December 11.
That's all Baran knew—just that one date, just that one tragedy.
He looked at Medusa Lynx, his best friend, and spoke quietly,
"That was the day it all happened. Vyom D's wife… no one knows how her death rituals were done, or where. Everything was buried in silence. But one thing's clear—since that day, Vyom's business has been untouchable. Not a single competitor has come close. And get this—he was in the office the very next day after her death."
Medusa stayed calm, her voice sharp as she replied,
"We don't care about his past, Baran. I only want what I want. And for that, I'm ready to do whatever it takes."
Baran looked at her, saying nothing, but in his mind he thought, "So do I..."
Just then, a boy passed by them. Johny, charming and playful, gave Baran a teasing smile.
"Hey silly boy, joining me tonight or what?" he asked, winking.
Medusa raised an eyebrow in surprise and looked at Baran.
"Wait—does he have the same identity as you?"
Baran laughed nervously.
"Oh please, I just said yes to drinks and a little hangout, that's it!"
Then he added with a sigh,
"What else am I supposed to do? I even need a backup just to get a drink now. Because you, Miss Medusa, are too moody. You only show up when you need something, and never give anyone attention without a reason."
Medusa smirked.
"Thanks for the compliment. But you already know—I'm only interested in vyom