Family Threats

The tension in Commander Vikram's office was palpable as Kabir stood before him, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. Despite his attempts to maintain his composure, Kabir's frustration threatened to boil over.

Commander Vikram, engrossed in his paperwork, seemed unfazed by Kabir's outburst. With a nonchalant glance, he addressed Kabir in a tone that bordered on admonishment.

"Kabir, is that any way to address your senior?" Commander Vikram's voice held a hint of reproach, his gaze piercing through Kabir's defiant facade.

Kabir bristled at the reprimand, his jaw clenched as he struggled to contain his rising ire. "I'm sorry, Commander," he muttered through gritted teeth, his tone laced with barely concealed resentment.

The events of the morning replayed in Kabir's mind like a broken record, each moment fueling his growing animosity towards Commander Vikram's decision. The prospect of participating in a military drill exercise and being appointed as the leader of his group grated against Kabir's desire for peace and solitude.

"I don't want to go," Kabir retorted, his voice tinged with defiance. "I've had enough of these drills and exercises. All I want is to spend my remaining days here in peace."

Commander Vikram regarded Kabir with a measured gaze, his expression inscrutable. "Kabir, you know as well as I do that these exercises are crucial for your development as a soldier. It's not about what you want, but what you need."

Kabir's fists clenched at his sides, his frustration boiling over into a simmering rage. "I've had it with your orders, Commander," he snapped, his voice raw with emotion. "I won't be a pawn in your games any longer."

With a dismissive wave of his hand, Kabir turned on his heel, intent on leaving Commander Vikram's office behind. But before he could take a single step, Commander Vikram's voice cut through the silence like a whip crack.

"Kabir, if you walk out that door, don't bother coming back," Commander Vikram's words were cold and final, leaving no room for negotiation.

For a moment, the air hung heavy with tension as Kabir weighed his options. The allure of defiance warred with the fear of the unknown, leaving him teetering on the edge of indecision.

As Kabir made his way out of Commander Vikram's room, his footsteps faltered as he heard the accusation hurled at him. Turning back to face the commander, Kabir's expression hardened, his resolve evident despite the brewing storm of emotions within him.

Commander Vikram's question hung in the air like a heavy cloud, laden with implications that threatened to shatter Kabir's already fragile composure. The mention of his grandfather, Aarav Singh Rathore, only added to the weight of the situation, reminding Kabir of the consequences of his actions.

Before Commander Vikram could finish his sentence, Kabir's clenched fists relaxed slightly as he conceded defeat. With a begrudging acceptance, he muttered a curt agreement, his anger simmering beneath the surface as he acquiesced to the commander's demands.

As Kabir turned to leave, a sense of resignation washed over him, mingling with the remnants of his fury. With a heavy heart, he trudged away from Commander Vikram's room, the weight of his circumstances bearing down on him like an oppressive burden.

Lost in his thoughts, Kabir nearly collided with a passing soldier, snapping him out of his reverie. Quick to apologize, Kabir braced himself for the soldier's response, only to be met with a steely glare of resentment.

The soldier's anger was palpable, his gaze piercing through Kabir with an intensity that sent a shiver down his spine. Despite his attempts to diffuse the tension with an apology, Kabir could sense that forgiveness would not come easily from this hardened individual.

As Kabir settled into his room, seeking solace from the chaos of the day, his thoughts swirled with confusion and frustration. The encounter with the soldier left him perplexed, unable to comprehend the hostility directed towards him.

Lost in his contemplation, Kabir's moment of solitude was abruptly interrupted by the persistent ringing of his phone. Surprised by the unexpected calls, Kabir's initial irritation gave way to curiosity as he pondered the identity of the caller.

With a wry smile, Kabir mused to himself, relieved that neither the Rathore nor the Saxena family seemed to be reaching out to him. "Who are you, idiot?" he muttered under his breath, amused by the anonymity of the caller.

Kabir's grip tightened around the phone as he heard the unsettling laughter on the other end. "Who is this?" he demanded, his voice tinged with tension.

The laughter persisted until a voice finally spoke, dripping with mockery. "You're my brother," the caller declared, sending a shiver down Kabir's spine.

"Bastard Rajat!" Kabir's retort was sharp and filled with venom, his anger simmering just beneath the surface.

Meanwhile, in a lavish office, Rajat lounged in his chair, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Such language, Kabir," he chuckled, his tone patronizing. "Remember, I'm your elder brother, and your father is my uncle."

Kabir's fury flared at the mention of his father, his voice trembling with barely contained rage. "Don't you dare insult my father," he growled, his words punctuated by the ominous red aura radiating from his body.

Rajat's laughter echoed through the receiver, the sound grating on Kabir's nerves. "Stay out of my way, little brother," Rajat's voice turned cold and threatening. "Cause trouble for me, and your parents will pay the price."

The threat hung heavy in the air, a chilling reminder of the danger lurking in the shadows. Kabir's jaw clenched as he absorbed Rajat's words, a sense of dread settling over him as he realized the depth of his cousin's malice.

End of the chapter