Savitri's tears still wouldn't stop. Agastya sat quietly beside her. He gently held her hand and helped her stand up, supporting her.
He said in a soft voice, "Mom, come on. You should rest."
Savitri just silently looked at him and walked along with him.
Agastya slowly started leading her toward her room. Throughout the way, he kept holding his mother's hand, as if he didn't want her to fall.
Just then, seeing an old servant standing in the hallway, Agastya stopped.
He said in a calm voice, "Ramoo Kaka, heat some mustard oil and send it to Mom's room."
Hearing this, the servant immediately bowed his head and said, "Yes, Baba."
Agastya again took his mother to her room. Upon reaching there, he gently made Savitri sit on the bed.
After a short while, Ramoo Kaka arrived with a small bowl of warm mustard oil. Placing the bowl on the table, he said, "Baba, I've brought the oil."
Agastya nodded slightly, and Ramoo Kaka left.
As soon as he left, Agastya came near his mother and said in an extremely soft voice, "Mom, lie down comfortably. Let me apply oil to your feet."
Hearing this, Savitri's eyes became moist. She lay down gently on the bed.
Agastya sat down at the foot of the bed. He took some oil from the bowl in his hands and began massaging his mother's feet very gently.
His hands carried the same coldness that made the world tremble. But at this moment, those very hands held immense love for his mother.
Savitri kept watching him silently. Then she said softly, "You're exactly like your Dad."
Hearing this, Agastya's hands paused for a few seconds. But the very next moment, he resumed massaging her feet slowly.
The room was now completely silent. Only the faint fragrance of mustard oil and the soft hum of the AC could be heard.
Soon, Savitri's eyes began to close slowly. Perhaps after many days, she had found some peace. Agastya quietly kept looking at her.
When he was sure that his mother had fallen asleep, he very gently adjusted the blanket over her feet. Then, without making a sound, he stood up and dimmed the room's light.
After one last look at his mother, he stepped out of the room. As soon as the door closed, all the softness vanished from his face. His eyes turned cold again.
With long strides, he walked straight toward a place he rarely visited -Surya Rajvansh's study room.
The door of that room was just as it had been for years - heavy, silent, and full of secrets. Agastya stared at that door for a few seconds.
Then he slowly opened the door and stepped inside.
As the study room door opened, a cold silence spread around Agastya.
That room was different from the rest of the mansion. Neither too much light, nor any noise. Just soft yellow lights.
The entire room was made of dark wood. On one side were large bookshelves, neatly filled with hundreds of books on business, law, and politics.
In the center stood a large black wooden table, on which some old files and a silver pen were still placed, as if its owner was about to come and sit down anytime.
In the corner of the room was a crystal ashtray. Looking at it, it was clear that Surya Rajvansh must have sat in this room for hours at night.
But the most special thing about that room was the wall in front. Where a very large portrait was hung - none other than Surya Rajvansh's.
Black suit, a slight smile on his face, but in his eyes - a dangerous confidence and such authority that even the portrait seemed to radiate pressure.
Agastya stood at the door for a few seconds, looking at his Dad's portrait. The coldness in his eyes slowly began to change.
He walked forward slowly and stopped near the same table where Surya used to sit. He placed his hands on the table and took a long breath.
His gaze was still fixed on his father's portrait.
Then he muttered softly, "You knew it, didn't you, Dad-that after you left, everything would change."
Saying this, his eyes became slightly moist. Then he laughed lightly, but that laugh was completely empty.
He said, "Mom still loves you just as much. Perhaps that's why, even after knowing your truth, she hasn't been able to hate you."
Saying this, his eyes lowered for a few moments.
Then he said softly, "You lied to protect her. But that very lie broke her."
Saying this, the silence of the room grew deeper. Agastya was still looking at his father's portrait. Then a slight moisture appeared in his eyes.
Perhaps not because he was weak. But because in this entire house, he was the only person who knew everything and still couldn't say anything. He slowly closed his eyes.
He still remembered that night. His Dad, drenched in blood, his fading breaths, and his trembling hand that had held Agastya's hand and said just one thing.
"Protect your family, Agastya."
After that moment, his entire life had changed. He was no longer the same boy. He slowly walked and stood right in front of his father's portrait.
The moisture in his eyes was now gone. In its place was only a dangerous coldness.
Looking at the portrait, he said in an extremely low but firm voice, "I will never break the promise I made to you, Dad."
His fingers slowly curled into a fist. He said, "The world that took everything from you - I will bring that world to its knees."
Saying this, his voice had become heavier. He continued, "The people who are still watching our family today - I will erase them."
Then he paused for a moment, looking at his father's portrait.
And in a very calm voice, he said, "Even if for that I have to become complete darkness."
Now there was not even moisture in his eyes. Only a fire of revenge burned in them. He slowly let his gaze wander across the entire study room.
That same room where his Dad had taken the Rajvansh Empire to heights that people only dreamed of reaching.
That same room where perhaps he had sat alone and made thousands of decisions. Fought battles against his enemies. And pushed himself into darkness to protect his family.
Lost in these thoughts, he slowly moved forward.
His gaze stopped at the large black leather king-size chair placed in front - Surya Rajvansh's chair. For a few seconds, he just looked at it.
Then the very next moment, he went and sat on that chair. As soon as he sat down, the atmosphere of the room became even heavier.
He rested his elbows on the chair's armrests and fixed his cold eyes straight onto his Dad's portrait.
Then in a very stern voice, he said, "I will force every single ounce of your pain to be repaid to your enemies."
Saying this, his fingers tightened around the chair's armrests.
He continued, "The empire that you held till now - I will take it back to the heights where it deserves to be."
There was such conviction in his voice, as if he wasn't making a promise, but delivering a verdict.
Morning time.
The cold wind of Dehradun was coming in through the broken parts of the window.
Sitara was sitting in her small room. Her foot was still bandaged. Because of the pain, she hadn't been able to sleep properly all night. Still, she was slowly putting on her school uniform.
Slight dark circles had formed under her eyes. But still, she fixed her hair and started picking up her bag.
As soon as she put her foot down, a faint hiss of pain escaped her mouth. She immediately pressed her lips together.
Perhaps enduring pain had now become her habit. She slowly limped out of the room. But as soon as she reached the hall, her steps suddenly stopped.
Because on the sofa in front sat Viren. Today, there was no liquor bottle in his hand. Nor did his eyes show the savagery of yesterday. Rather, today he was sitting strangely calm.
Seeing Sitara, he said in a low voice, "Tara, come here, beta."
Hearing this, Sitara's hands tightened on their own. She slowly came near him, but fear was clearly visible on her face.
Viren looked at her for a few seconds. Then suddenly, in a soft voice, he said, "I'm sorry for what I did last night, beta. I made a mistake."
Hearing this, no surprise appeared on Sitara's face. Because this was nothing new to her. She knew that every time after drinking, Viren would beat her, do wrong things to her, and the next morning he would apologize like this.
But today, something was different. Today Viren was more calm than necessary. More sweet than necessary. And that very thing was frightening Sitara from within.
She just said fearfully, "It's okay, Chacha ji."
Hearing this, Viren smiled.
Then he picked up a chocolate from the table and extended it toward her, saying, "Look, what I brought for you."
Sitara looked at that chocolate, but her hands didn't reach out.
For some reason, a strange fear was growing inside her. Viren noticed the fear on her face.
He immediately put on a fake loving tone and said, "Oh, why are you so scared? I'm your uncle."
Saying this, he started stroking her head, making Sitara's body tremble slightly.
Viren then said, "You're not going to school today."
Hearing this, Sitara panicked slightly. She immediately said, "B-But today there's a test."
But Viren cut her off mid-sentence, saying, "I'm taking you somewhere to roam."
There was something in his eyes at this moment that made Sitara even more scared. She slowly started stepping back.
But just then, Viren knelt down in front of her and said with a fake smile, "You're my good girl, aren't you? Come on, today the two of us are going out."
Hearing this, Sitara said nothing. Her heart was beating very fast. But she was so filled with fear that she couldn't even gather the courage to refuse.
After some time, Viren took her with him and left the house.
And while leaving, Sitara turned back once to look at her house.
For some reason, today she felt as if she was going toward something very bad.
Rajvansh Empire.
That vast glass building, standing in the middle of Dehradun city, was gleaming in the morning sunlight. A name that once ruled the entire business world.
But after Surya Rajvansh's death, that same empire had begun to show signs of crumbling. Media vans were parked outside the building. Stress was clearly visible on the faces of employees.
Today, a big news had spread in the company.
Agastya Rajvansh is coming to the office for the first time today.
This single news had changed the atmosphere of the entire head office.
From the reception to the board members, everyone was alert. Because people had heard a lot about Agastya. But very few had seen him up close.
Just then, from a distance, several black cars arrived one after another and stopped in front of Rajvansh Empire. The entire atmosphere suddenly fell silent. The guards immediately stood alert.
The very next moment, the door of the middle car opened. Dressed in a black suit, silver watch, and with that same dangerous calm on his face, Agastya stepped out. His eyes were fixed straight on the building ahead.
For a few seconds, he just kept looking at Rajvansh Empire. Perhaps feeling the world his Dad had built. Behind him stood Rajveer and several guards.
Rajveer said softly, "Boss, the board members are waiting for you upstairs."
Hearing this, without looking at him, Agastya just nodded slightly. Then with long strides, he walked inside.
As soon as he entered, the eyes of all the employees standing in the lobby automatically turned toward him. There was a strange pressure in his presence.
No one was saying anything. But everyone was looking at him. Most of the employees working there could clearly see the image of Surya Rajvansh in him.
Just then, his gaze suddenly fell on a large portrait placed in front-none other than Surya Rajvansh's portrait.
Under which was written in large letters-Founder Of Rajvansh Empire.
Agastya stopped there for a few seconds. His eyes fixed on th
at portrait. The entire lobby was silent at this moment.
Then he slowly shifted his gaze from the portrait and walked toward the elevator.
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