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A car pulled up in the driveway and I was about to get in when a guard came running up the drive.
“Hukum, she got into an auto-rickshaw,” he wheezed, sounding scandalised. “I just saw her!”
“Get someone to follow it and stay with the vehicle until I catch up. And bring me a bike. That will be faster.”
It took only five minutes for my valet to bring my motorbike and helmet, but it felt like a lifetime. Meanwhile, I turned to Raksha who had followed me out of the house.
“Track her location and keep me informed. I think she’s heading for the airport.”
I hopped on my bike and roared out of the palace gates, hoping I could catch up with her. My phone rang as I hit the main road.
“Hukum, there’s a problem,” said Kirit Singh sombrely.
Five minutes later, I pulled up by the side of the road where he was interrogating the terrified auto driver.
“Maafi, Hukum! I didn’t know she was your wife, otherwise, maa kasam, I would have driven her straight back to the palace,” he whimpered.
“Just tell us what happened,” I said, tamping down the fear that rose in me.
“That woman slapped her and dragged her to her car.”
“What woman?”
“Alka Goel,” he wailed.
My blood ran cold at his words because there wasn’t a more vicious, vindictive woman in the world than Alka Goel. And Diya and I had just put her precious son in jail. I strode over to the armoured car that had followed me and the driver threw open the boot. I pulled out an assault rifle and slung it over a shoulder. Then, I pulled out my portable rocket launcher and slung it over the other shoulder because you never knew when you needed one.
I got on my bike and raced towards Goel House. Raksha was on the phone with me all the time, keeping me posted about Diya’s location. If her phone was still on her, then she was in the mansion. In the courtyard, to be specific.
I needed to create a distraction if I had to breach the building, and right now, the house would be on lockdown. They wouldn’t open the door for any distraction, I thought frustratedly. How the hell was I going to get in?
As I stared at the big impenetrable wall that surrounded the property, I smiled slowly. I was going to blow the wall down, I decided, as I pulled out my rocket launcher.
One shot took down the wall like it was made of Lego. I walked through the huge, gaping hole I’d made and surveyed the scene in front of me.
A spurt of fury raced through me when I saw that Alka Goel’s thugs had cornered Diya against a wall.
How dare they touch my wife!
“Stay where you are, Randheer,” said Alka Goel laconically.
I ignored her words and six of her men rushed towards me. I sprayed them with a hail of bullets from my assault rifle. I didn’t hesitate. Didn’t try to minimise the damage. All I knew was that these men had touched my wife. Which meant they had to die.
Alka Goel waved her hand again, but this time, none of her men made a move on me because they knew they’d just be volunteering to die. I walked up to her unchallenged and stared down at her hate-filled face.
She rose to her feet slowly and came closer to me. A slow, unhinged smile spread over her face as she tilted her head towards Diya.
A man stood behind her, with a knife to her throat.
“Did you really think it would be so easy, Randheer?”
“Let her go,” I bit out, placing my rifle against her temple. “Or I’ll blow your brains out.”
“Go ahead,” she invited. “He will slit her neck as soon as you press the trigger. You’ll win the battle, but you’ll lose the war. You’ll lose your precious wife.”
“What do you want?” I asked hoarsely.
“Blood,” she snarled. “Yours and hers. Nothing else will quench this fire in my heart. Now, be a good boy and drop your gun, otherwise, my boy will start slicing into her skin.”
