~2~
The farmhouse stood like a fortress — high walls, armed guards at every corner, floodlights sweeping the grounds. Inside, the traitor celebrated his survival with whiskey and women, laughing like he hadn’t sold out the very man who once fed him.
But shadows don’t ask permission. They enter.
Aradhya Oberoi / Raizada {FL}
(perched on the wall, whispering to herself)
“Too loud. Too drunk. He won’t even hear death knocking.”
Guard
(patrolling, cigarette in hand)
crunch (sound of his neck snapping as Aradhya appears behind him, silent as air)
Aradhya Oberoi / Raizada {FL}
(dragging the body into the dark, murmurs)
“One down.”
Danish kumar
(raising glass, laughing)
“To a new beginning! No more chains, no more Oberoi empire! Boss can rot in hell!”
Aradhya Oberoi / Raizada {FL}
(steps into the room, gun in hand, voice icy calm)
“Funny… he sent me to deliver the invitation.”
Danish kumar
(chokes on his drink, stands up)
“A-Aradhya?! You—”
Aradhya Oberoi / Raizada {FL}
(walks closer, knife glinting in the dim light)
“You ate his bread. You betrayed his men. Did you think Boss wouldn’t collect his debt?”
Danish kumar
(desperate, sweating)
“Listen, I had no choice! They would’ve killed me—”
Aradhya Oberoi / Raizada {FL}
(interrupts coldly)
“Then let me save them the trouble.”
(A silenced shot echoes. The glass in his hand shatters along with his skull. He collapses, blood soaking the Persian rug.)
Aradhya Oberoi / Raizada {FL}
(wipes her knife, whispers)
“Father’s message delivered.”
(She steps out into the night, boots crunching gravel. Behind her, the farmhouse glows as she tosses a small grenade — flames erupt, swallowing the traitor’s empire whole.)
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